Origin Brown Novels & Stories

A werewolf carried their child for six months and then gave birth in the most painful way possible. Gwen was in her fifth month and anxiously looking forward to the next month. Some days, as today, she could feel the child’s wolf stirring inside her, shifting and turning. She had taken up a job with one of the local bars in the town a month into her arrival. The owner of the bar was a short, round man named Bob, whose round face and wide mouth made him have the look of a smiling clown. He was a friendly and jovial man with a warm-heart and now, he stood in front of the counter, staring at her.

"I'm actually allergic to caffeine so yeah. I can't have it unless I really want to die." "Oh shit. Sorry, I had no idea," the look in Seb's eyes changed. "Just in case, I did have come with orange juice too. I don't know if it'll be able to keep you up the way coffee would but I guess you'll feel a little energized?" Alex watched him pull his backpack closer to him to unzip it. He did then pulled out a box of orange juice Alex collected without hesitation. He mumbled a thanks then dropped it ok the table to arrange his backpack.