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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