Big Bad Werewolf
“You aren’t eating my pussy.”
Gretta flushed as she started to come back to herself. “No.” She insisted, more firmly, sitting up and gathering her wits about her. “Something a NOT right, can’t you feel it, old woman?!”
Grandma Birdie huffed, pushing some white hair back off her face, but then she frowned. “Well…yes, it’s awfully quiet, isn’t it? The Sacred Howl is gone silent!” She gasped, clutching her velvet robe to her chest suddenly.
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