The bar

We had enough time to hang out more and we were taking a day off so it wouldn’t be bad to spend more time together.

We walked to the hut with lots of people there. From their scent I could tell these were humans. It had been a long time since I last interacted with one.

They were always so squishy and weak. They had accidents all the time and it looked like everything could kill them.

As a doctor who dealt with werewolves, I found the body of humans to be a very flawed design.

Whatever was strong enough to kill the humans was strong enough to leave scars on my body which would heal within seconds.

They were also slower than I was and far less stronger and durable. They were a failure in the evolutionary scale.

“Hey,” the bartender who had called us said with a smile. “You both really look like a hot couple.”

“We are… are we?”

“Of course. I do love seeing youngsters get married.”

Conan and I looked at each other with snickers.

“Oh we aren’t married,” I shut down the idea that we were