Make Me Howl

Make Me Howl

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"Fangs, Friends, and Fumbling Feelings." 
 "What’s scarier—falling for your best friend or turning into a werewolf?” Dale thought coming out to his parents was the hardest thing he'd ever do. Then, he turned into a werewolf. With his best friend, Kirk—a self-appointed expert in bad advice and a fabulous wardrobe—by his side, Dale must navigate love, fur, and family drama… without biting anyone’s head off. All Dale had wanted was a little night out, but when a mysterious bite left him with strange urges and even stranger body hair, he realized his life just got much hairier. With his best friend Kirk, who’s more than happy to point out every supernatural misstep, Dale is plunged into a werewolf love triangle that pits him against tradition, transformation, and a particularly hunky alpha named Juke. As Dale fumbles through newfound powers (and fur), he has to figure out if love is worth the bite or if he’s doomed to be the next gay virgin martyr of the werewolf world. One thing’s for sure: Dale’s love life is about to get beastly! After a disastrous night out, Dale wakes up to find he’s gone from worrying about his rent to worrying about his claws. Now, with Kirk playing cheerleader and reluctant werewolf coach, Dale must decide between life as a lone wolf or rolling with the pack (and the ridiculously attractive alpha Juke). In this romcom packed with supernatural mishaps and laugh-out-loud twists, Dale learns that sometimes, love bites—and he just might like it.

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The man’s kiss was clumsy and relentless, tasting of stale beer and desperation. His breath, warm and thick, assaulted Dale’s senses, leaving him fighting the urge to gag. He wished he'd never listened to Kirk.He should have trusted his instincts, stayed home, and avoided this dumpster fire of an experience. Instead, he’d ended up in a grungy restroom that smelled like mold, regret, and a hint of lemon-scented cleaner—though the cleaner wasn't working overtime.The man’s tongue darted like a fish flopping on dry land, and Dale was suddenly, desperately aware that this wasn’t how he’d imagined his first time.Dale pushed back, feeling trapped as the man’s lips pressed harder, his stubble scratching Dale’s skin with the delicacy of sandpaper. Panic rose in his chest, squeezing his lungs. He’d gone along with Kirk’s suggestion to hit up a seedy nightclub, hoping it’d take his mind off the awkwardness between them.Kirk was, after all, his best friend, even if he sometimes gave terrible

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24 Chapters
Prologue
The man’s kiss was clumsy and relentless, tasting of stale beer and desperation. His breath, warm and thick, assaulted Dale’s senses, leaving him fighting the urge to gag. He wished he'd never listened to Kirk.He should have trusted his instincts, stayed home, and avoided this dumpster fire of an experience. Instead, he’d ended up in a grungy restroom that smelled like mold, regret, and a hint of lemon-scented cleaner—though the cleaner wasn't working overtime.The man’s tongue darted like a fish flopping on dry land, and Dale was suddenly, desperately aware that this wasn’t how he’d imagined his first time.Dale pushed back, feeling trapped as the man’s lips pressed harder, his stubble scratching Dale’s skin with the delicacy of sandpaper. Panic rose in his chest, squeezing his lungs. He’d gone along with Kirk’s suggestion to hit up a seedy nightclub, hoping it’d take his mind off the awkwardness between them.Kirk was, after all, his best friend, even if he sometimes gave terrible
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Chapter 1 Before the Club
“My life sucks ass,” Dale said as he dropped his duffel bag onto the floor and slumped onto Kirk’s well-worn sofa, the cushions exhaling a puff of dust and mystery crumbs that had accumulated over time.He glanced around the room—Kirk’s idea of “organized chaos”—where vintage magazines, unmatched socks, and empty soda cans served as modern art.Kirk spun from the cluttered kitchen counter, where he was arranging a collection of mugs with questionable stains. “Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. I, for one, have always enjoyed sucking an ass or two…three, four…” He raised a hand, ticking off an imaginary list with a flourish.Dale rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. “Fine, poor choice of words, but you know what I mean.”“Sure I do, sugar,” Kirk said, waving a hand in that exaggerated way of his as he sauntered over. “Although I gotta say, it was a bold move coming out to your holier-than-thou parents before you’ve even gotten your feet wet, so to speak…or anything else.” He smirk
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Chapter 2
The night had gone from thrilling to surreal. The ambulance's flashing lights turned the nightclub’s once-vibrant interior into a garish blend of neon blues and reds, painting the sweaty faces of onlookers with an eerie glow.Dale was being wheeled out on a stretcher, the dull throb of pain from his neck pulsing in time with the distant club bass. The ambulance lights strobed in his eyes, making the world pulse and blur.“What happened?” the female paramedic asked as she looked Dale over, her tone professional but tinged with curiosity.Visibly shaken but determined to keep it together, Kirk matched her brisk pace. “Someone attacked him,” he said, eyes darting between Dale and the paramedics as if he could somehow will the injury away by sheer force of will. “I didn’t see it happen, though. I wasn’t with him.” He pushed a sweaty lock of hair off his forehead, his fingers trembling.The male paramedic tightened the gauze on Dale’s neck, the sharp sting bringing him back to focus, if on
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Chapter 3
Kirk grinned, savoring every bit of Dale’s discomfort. “Oh, honey, you better believe I’m never letting you live that down. ‘Tell my mom I didn’t get to do any gay stuff’—that’s legendary, Dale. Like, award-winning last words material.”Dale buried his face in his hands, the mortification settling in. “I was half-dead, okay? People say weird stuff when they’re about to meet the Grim Reaper.” He peeked out from between his fingers, trying to salvage a shred of dignity. “Besides, how was I supposed to know I’d end up… well, not dead?”Kirk burst out laughing, throwing his head back as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed. “Not dead? Try ‘miraculously resurrected!” He gestured around the hospital room, his eyes widening for dramatic effect. “I mean, you flatlined in the ambulance. I was getting ready to give the world’s most touching, most fabulous eulogy—and then, bam! You’re sitting up, right as rain, like you just needed a little beauty sleep.”Dale tried to keep a straight face, bu
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Chapter 4
Cold sweat clung to Dale’s skin as he tossed and turned, wrestling with the sheets tangled around him like an unwanted cocoon. Every inch of his body felt wrong, too hot and too tight, as though he were wrapped in a strange fever. The bed creaked beneath him as he twisted, trying to shake off the lingering weight of sleep that held him captive in the nightmare.Images from the dream lingered, hazy but vivid. He was back in Kirk’s living room, the Xbox controllers lying abandoned on the floor, forgotten in the chaos of the moment. The room had been a strange, warped version of reality—somewhere between memory and fantasy.In the dream, his vision was sharp—he could see every stray thread on the worn cushions, every dust particle hanging in the slant of light filtering through the window. And yet, all of his attention had been locked onto one thing.Kirk.In the dream, Dale had found himself pinning Kirk to the sofa, his hands pressed down on Kirk’s shoulders, his face inches from his.
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Chapter 5
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” Kirk squealed, his voice reaching a pitch that rivaled a boiling kettle as he bounced by the window. His movements were so energetic that he looked like a kid seeing his favorite pop star.Hearing the shrill sound, Dale hurried into the room, worry etched across his face. “What is it?” He eyed Kirk, who hadn’t stopped hopping, his face pressed to the glass.Kirk didn’t turn, his gaze fixed outside. “Have you seen the eye candy that’s moved in across the street?” His voice was almost reverent like he was speaking of a miracle or a rare collector’s item he’d just laid eyes on.Dale raised an eyebrow, moving closer, his curiosity piqued. “No, I haven’t.”Kirk finally tore his gaze from the window to face Dale, his eyes wide with excitement. “Well, you should. They’re gorgeous. I’m talking silver blond—like that brother and sister from Games of Whatever. The kind of blond that you think only exists in high fantasy worlds.And they’re tanned like caramel
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Chapter 6
“Did you see her?” Juke’s voice was an urgent whisper, his gaze fixated across the street.Paul, his expression skeptical, followed the direction of Juke’s pointed finger. “See who?”“My mate,” Juke said, almost reverently, his eyes fixed on the figure by the window. “Over there. By the window. She was right there.”Paul squinted but saw nothing out of the ordinary. “I see no one.” He turned to look at his phone, where Juke’s father’s number lit up the screen. “What I *do* see is your father’s number lighting up my phone—again.”Juke’s jaw clenched as he tore his gaze away from the window, giving the phone an irritated glance. “Ignore it. I’ve turned my phone off for a reason. I’ll call him back when I’m ready.”The phone chimed again, and Paul sighed, slipping it back into his pocket as the ringing ceased. “Why do I have to be the messenger?” He looked back at the window, his eyes narrowing to see whatever had captivated Juke.“She was there,” Juke said, his eyes intense as he gazed
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Chapter 7
“Do you think they could be lovers?” Juke asked in Thule, his voice low as he watched Kirk’s retreating figure with a look of mild disbelief.Paul sighed, clearly exasperated. “Not again,” he muttered, rolling his eyes skyward. He gave Juke a stare so sharp it could curdle milk as if to say, Must you always jump to this conclusion?Noticing Kirk’s curiosity, Paul turned to him and gave an apologetic smile. “Please excuse me. Juke is my superior, and I must answer him in our mother tongue,” he said, hoping to pacify their guest’s intrigue.“Go right ahead. I’ve never been accused of stopping anyone using tongue,” Kirk replied with a flirtatious grin, his eyes twinkling as he winked at Paul. With a dismissive flourish of his hand toward Juke, he settled back into his seat, jiggling his leg in excitement.Juke and Paul shared a look, and Paul leaned in toward his companion, lowering his voice. “Who? Your mate and this man?” He darted a quick glance at Kirk, shaking his head. “I don’t thi
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Chapter 8
"Are you crazy? You don't even know them, and you're asking me to go shopping." Dale shouted at Kirk as he paced the expanse of their living room, his sock-clad feet making soft swooshing sounds against the plush carpet.The afternoon sun streamed through the window, leaving shadows that danced with his agitated movements. He paused at the window now and then as he passed by, pretending to adjust the pristine curtains while hoping for another glimpse of the mysterious man with the streak in his hair.He wouldn't admit it, but another glimpse at the one with the streak might help to calm his nerves. There was something about those eyes—a deep, mesmerizing shade that made Dale's heart skip like a scratched record.They were soothing yet electrifying, like a summer storm across a peaceful lake. He knew it was a contradiction but didn't have the words to express his feelings. Scared yet excited was the only way he could describe it—like standing on the edge of a cliff with a parachute he
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Chapter 9
The towel hung low on Dale's hips, droplets of water trailing down his chest like tiny rivers mapping his skin as he stepped into his bedroom, rubbing his hair dry. His thick locks needed a helping hand to dry faster, the damp strands refusing to cooperate as usual.He envied Kirk's ability to let his hair dry naturally as if blessed by some mystical hair goddess. If Dale did that, his clothes would be a soaking mess. The moisture in his hair hid in wait like a sneaky saboteur, ready for a chance to ruin whatever he wore.His gaze fell to the package Kirk had left on the bed, innocent-looking but somehow ominous in its plain brown wrapper. The mattress dipped as he sat on the corner, his heart doing a nervous tap dance in his chest as he retrieved the gift.Ripping the bag open, he saw the content. His face dropped faster than a lead balloon. What was Kirk planning? Who needed this much lube and condoms? Who else had he invited? Dale's stomach contracted as his ass clenched at the tho
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