White Werewolf

Fur bristled on Noah’s back as he watched Meri’s calm transformation: Her demeanor the opposite of the teen’s during his lycanthropic change.

A dressing gown slipped to the grass and the old woman stepped out of her slippers a white werewolf.

“It’s alright, Pup.”

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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