Part 2
Finding the werewolf was pure chance. I thought he was a dog at first. It wasn’t until the
third day that I discovered he could turn into a
human. He lounged on my couch cushions,
munching on chips and watching TV. When
something funny happened, his bushy tail wagged excitedly. At that moment, I can’t tell you how many times I recited the Pledge of
Allegiance in my head.
Later, he condescendingly explained the whole
werewolf thing to me. Turns out, they’re a
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naturally evolved species.
“So, can you eat dog food?” I asked, pinching
his ear.
“Hey, stop that!” His face flushed, practically steaming, as he backed away. He answered seriously, “I eat meat. I don’t eat dog food. I’m not some lowly species like a dog that wags its
tail and begs humans for scraps.”
Me: “…”
He was going to be high–maintenance.
