Rhys Nineteen years old. "I still think this is a bad idea," Andrew commented. "Why are you so opposed to it? What's the worse going to happen? It's not like they can hurt me. I'm a werewolf!" I grinned. "That's the thing. There's a reason why we aren't allowed to cross over to human territory. Dad said it would freak them out, and when humans freak out, they attack and try to kill anything they deem threatening," Andrew explained. "Yeah, so do every other creature in the world. And I'd like you to try and kill me," I said arrogantly. "You aren't supposed to underestimate them. Dad says..." "Dad says," I mocked Andrew. "Do you ever do anything without Dad's permission? Grow some balls and live a little. Come with me to the human territory. It will be fun. Maybe we can scare some of them. I bet they'd piss their pants once they see a werewolf in real life." I chuckled. Our parents always forbade us from crossing over to the human territory, but I was an adult now and soon to be

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

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

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

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