She sighed on the bed. “Now I’m cursed?”
Lucien massaged her naked back. “You’ll be able to change in a month… and it’s not a curse.”
“Gifted,” Adeline grinned contentedly. “Anyways, that was far better than a bite! I’m amazed lycanthropy’s an STD.”
“It’s not a disease, either,” he smiled.
Text is Copyright © 2017 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.
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Oh deer, or should I say, Oh wolf. :-)
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Oh, such pun… I cry fowl. ;)
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I love this paired with the picture!
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I really like Christy Grandjean’s art, and was happy to find something of hers to share that matched my little piece somewhat. :-) Her werewolves have such detail, and are more shapeshifters than murderous monsters. She inspired some of the things I did in The Old Man of the Elder Trees.
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That’s awesome! So neat when one medium feeds another.
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