Werewolf Stories

Her hand shook accepting a cup of tea. “Your werewolf stories, are a comfort to me.”

“Thank you,” the author says.

Lycanthropy transforms her. “Because we’re real, and it’s lonely.”

He pulls back.

“Please! Stay—”

He gains canine features. “I write what I know.”


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