“Oh! So, you think you know everything about werewolves,” he said in a menacing tone. And with that, all his earlier concerns were gone.
“Huh! You might know everything about werewolves, but what you do not know is that I am not a werewolf. And if you knew anything about me, you would run from here screaming stray.”
I have no clue what he was talking about. Of course, he was a werewolf. Did he not remember that I had already seen his wolf? I for one, cannot forget that sight, his large imposing build covered in grey fur, topped with a set of menacing dental anatomy and those endless grey orbs. As terrifying as that description is, I am still not as scared as I should be.
I could still feel his soft fur through my fingers. I wondered if I would ever get a chance to feel that again. Truth
