Part 15
“Pervert!” I scolded.
“I’m a pure black wolf,” he muttered, his ears
twitching. “Pure black. Very handsome.”
I didn’t want to argue semantics. I sniffled and
asked, “When are you leaving my house?”
“I don’t want to go… At least wait until my heat
is over!” He sounded a little angry, a little hurt.
“I’m handsome in both forms, and I’m rich. I
can provide for lots of pups… Why do you hate
me so much?”
I shrunk back a little. “Who wants a wolf for a
husband?” What if he ate me? He already ate
raw meat, drank blood, and could crush bones with his teeth. The police would never find me. And he was so huge in his wolf form, what if….. I couldn’t handle it. I could die! No. Absolutely
not.
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“You don’t want a wolf as a mate?” He looked
stunned, as if that hadn’t occurred to him. After
a moment, he mumbled, “So… as long as it’s a
wolf, you won’t accept me? I can stay in human
form all the time. I won’t even let my tail or ears
out. Would that be okay?”
I shook my head. He pressed his lips together, a
flash of anger in his eyes.
