Part 14
It was late when I got home. I slipped off my
shoes and looked around the dark living room,
thinking, He must be gone. I felt relieved. I
opened a can of dog food for Buddy, then
stood up and stretched. Turning around, I was
met with a pair of resentful wolf eyes.
“Ah!” I shrieked, stumbling backward and
tripping over Buddy, who was happily munching
on his food. My back slammed against the
corner of the table.
Tears sprang to my eyes. “Ouch!”
“Serves you right,” the werewolf said coldly,
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scooping me up and placing me on the couch.
He started rubbing my back. “Fickle humans
deserve to be punished.”
I sat there, silently sobbing.
“Shut up! Don’t cry! If you keep crying, I’ll bite
you! Still crying!” He fussed over me, his voice
softening with each word. “…Okay, okay, don’t
cry. We’ll beat up the table, smash it to pieces!
There, there, sweetie, don’t cry, okay? It hurts
me when you cry.”
He nuzzled my neck, his tail wrapping around
me, the soft fur brushing against my face,
wiping away my tears. “If it still hurts, you can
pull the fur on my tail.” He wagged his tail
invitingly.
I stared at the tip of his tail for a moment, then
grabbed it and used it to wipe my face,
scrubbing hard to get rid of the tear stains.
His face flushed. He knelt on the floor in front
of me. “I’m still in heat! D–don’t pull so hard…”
I pinched his tail again, my face expressionless.
“Baby!” he yelped, covering his eyes
dramatically. When he looked up again, his eyes
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were glistening with tears.
I let go of his tail. He immediately pushed the tip back into my hand. “You can pull harder,”
he whispered, blushing. “It feels good when you
pull.”
