CHAPTER 55 - HIS LUNA

*HUDSON’S POV*

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Regis is exuberantly dancing while producing some irritating howling noises he refers to as singing.

“Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away

Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away

Owimoweh, owimoweh, owimoweh, owimoweh,

owimoweh, owimoweh, owimoweh, owimoweh,

owimoweh, owimoweh, owimoweh, owimoweh,

owimoweh, owimoweh, owimoweh, owimoweh.”

"Shut the fuck up now!" Despite my reprimands, the wolf ignores me. I pressed my fingers against my temples. This damn wolf was trying to give me a headache.

He retorted, "It's better than your off-key croaking," believing that he sings better than I do.

“How on earth do you know that song?” I gritted internally. He kept repeating the chorus of Disney’s The Lion King’s song ‘The Lion Sleeps Tonight.’

“From your childhood days, of course,” Regis proudly brags, sitting on his rear, “I paid attention to the things that you enjoyed, and that animation was your favorite to watch.”

With that said, it was a little har