I wanted to see what else she was planning to do with me, a supposed stray dog, so I kept quiet as they dragged me inside the house. Since she knew my injury wasn't bad, there was no point in acting hurt anymore. I was already inside her house anyway. I knew humans had a weird obsession with dogs, so I could just walk around the house as I owned it already. As soon as John put me on the floor, I stood on all fours and shook my fur. The woman was looking at me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity in her eyes. She approached me cautiously, holding out her hand for me to sniff. Sure, I'll humor you, human. I smirked to myself and sniffed at her hand, taking in her scent, before tentatively licking her palm. The woman smiled and stroked my head, murmuring soothingly. "Good boy," she said. I felt a strange warmth in my chest. "You are filthy. How about a bath?" she suggested. Hmm...being bathed by a beautiful woman? I can think of worse things to happen to me. I followed her
YrahI had a terrible morning.I woke up and strode over to find Mr. Fluffy, but he was nowhere to be found! I looked everywhere in the house but no sign of the dog.I started to feel a sense of panic rising in me. Mr. Fluffy was a stray with no collar, so no one would bring him back to me if he got out.I searched every room, checked all the closets, and even went outside to see if he had somehow slipped out, but he was nowhere to be found.As I continued my search, I started to feel more and more worried. What if something had happened to him? What if he was hurt or lost again? My mind was racing with all kinds of horrible scenarios, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.Ugh, why did I always get attached to animals like this?But then...after what felt like an eternity, I finally found Mr. Fluffy hiding under the bed in the guest room."Oh my god, Mr. Fluffy! There you are! Where have you been?" I squealed and pulled him into an embrace. He snuggled close
I couldn't believe it. She hit me on the head with a goddamn pan without even trying to hear me out! Were humans always this impulsive?"You know, Yrah. This could've killed me if I didn't have a thick skull," I grumbled.Yrah stared at me wide-eyed as if she couldn't believe the pan didn't hurt me. Then, she proceeded to hit me again, but I grabbed her arm."Calm down, okay? I told you I wouldn't hurt you," I said irritably."How are you not unconscious? I hit you really hard!" she exclaimed. "And why are the police taking so long to get here?" she mumbled."Will you please just let me explain? I promise I'm not a threat," I said, making my tone more gentle. She was clearly still very scared, and I didn't want to make things worse.Yrah's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but she didn't pull her arm away. Instead, she seemed to be listening to me."I didn't mean to scare you. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have shifted so fast or should've waited to do it in front of you, but I thought that
YrahWhat's happening to me? Did I fall asleep and woke up in a fantasy world? If not, why did I stand in front of an insanely hot man who happened to be a werewolf!?I thought these things only happened in those erotic novels I liked to read on quiet afternoons.I raised my hand and slapped myself."What the hell? Why did you do that?" Rhys gasped and touched my cheek. Concern etched in his eyes."Just making sure this is real life," I said and gaped at him."So you decided to slap yourself in the face? Shit, your cheeks are red now. How hard did you hit yourself? Are you insane, woman?"It was kind of cute how he seemed so concerned about my face.He was really cute.And hot.And sexy with a really big dick.I gasped as these thoughts kept running through my head. Stop it, Yrah! Behave yourself!I shook my head and took a deep breath, trying to push the inappropriate thoughts aside. "Sorry, I didn't mean to freak out. It's just that I've never met a werewolf before. I thought they
Who would've thought I would fall for a human? Is that what they call love at first sight? I stared at Yrah, completely mesmerized, as she stripped down to her bikini and jumped in the water. I mean, just look at those curves! And those gorgeous brown hair that fell all over her chest. She was swimming next to me nervously, keeping a safe distance. "Don't be a scared little human. Come closer," I teased. Yrah hesitated, then swam closer to me. Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkled under the moonlight. She paused. "This is close enough," she whispered. I couldn't help but smile at her shyness. It was endearing, and I found myself drawn to her even more. "I must say, Yrah. You are either ridiculously bold or ridiculously naive," I said. Her eyes turned wide. "Why do you say that?" "What human female would trust a strange man like this after just meeting him? Especially when the man is a werewolf?" Yrah shrugged. "I don't know. You promised you wouldn't hurt me." "And you believed
I sneaked out of the battlefield and ran off to the woods.I didn't like fighting, not even on a mock battlefield. Instead, I enjoyed running in the woods, alongside the river, or sitting on top of a mountain and enjoying the sunset.I know the other wolves in the pack made fun of me, but it didn't bother me. Even my twin brother Rhys made fun of me.So, when they started practicing their fighting skills, I saw my chance to escape. I snuck away from the group and ran as fast as I could toward the woods. My heart was pounding, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.As I entered the woods, the noise of the battle faded away, and I could hear the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. I took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling the tension in my body slowly disappear.I ran deeper into the woods, the familiar scent of pine and earth filling my nostrils. The ground beneath my feet was soft and damp, and I could feel the occasional twig snapping under my paws.As I
NatashaOkay, my mom would be very disappointed in me when she realized what I had done.Us witches didn't exactly make a habit of kidnapping a werewolf, but what was I going to do? Walk up to a werewolf and ask them for a blood sample? They were violent creatures. They probably would tear me apart without asking questions. So here I was, staring at the man I had tied down to the floor. He didn't look all that scary to me. He was kind of cute.And very naked.I quickly covered him with a sheet and got to see his face more closely. He was more handsome than I thought a werewolf would be. I expected them to be a bit more...hairy.I shook my head, trying to push the thought away. This was not the time to be thinking about his looks. I needed to focus on the task at hand.I took out a small vial and a needle, carefully pricking his finger to extract a few drops of blood. It wasn't much, but it would be enough to start.As I finished, I heard him stirring. He looked up at me, his eyes gro
I watched the girl while she throw stuff in her big pot while mumbling something under her breath. It must be the spells for her so-called ritual.I should be angry, but I was more fascinated.She threw some sage in the pot and chanted: "Pah, illurum, baktu, illurum~""What?" I asked.Natasha snapped her head at me. "I wasn't talking to you," she barked, then closed her eyes again. "Pah, illur-...""Why are you saying gibberish?" I interrupted again."It's not gibberish! It's a spell! Now shut up because I'm trying to perform a ritual," Natasha said irritably."Pah, illurum, ba-...""It sounds like you are saying you have to go take a shit in a foreign language," I commented.Natasha groaned. "Ugh! Stop interrupting me!""Hey, you're the one who has me tied up. I'm bored," I complained."If you don't shut up, I will glue your mouth shut with magic. I believe I have a spell for that somewhere in here," Natasha said and started to flip the pages in the book."Okay, okay, sorry. I will s