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"The wolf and the seven little lambs." "Once upon a time, Mrs. Sheep went to the woods to look for food and she reminded the seven little lambs to stay at home obediently and never open the door to allow the big bad wolf to enter. The big bad wolf consumed some putty powder to make his voice soft and even sprinkled flour over his legs. He then came over and knocked on the door of the sheep's house. The little lambs heard the soft voice and saw the white claws, and they instinctively thought that it was their mother who had returned and opened the door." Monique told the story with a sweet voice, pronouncing each word crystal clear and her expression was lively. Her sweet and pleasant voice w

On the way back, somewhere between a fern that had opinions and a stump that had seen better empires, I stopped and pressed my palm to a rock that had warmed under old sunlight and kept the memory. “Home is where your wolf can lie down without teeth,” I said, not to him, not to me. To the thing that listens when you’re not performing. My wolf set her head on my foot for one entire breath. Then she was up again, because the world is not done being ridiculous.

Nonetheless, it was I against the bunch of assholes. A gargantuan black, daunting, and vile-looking wolf stepped forward amid the pack. “What we want is simple. You strip off every bit of the clothing you have on. We get down with you and then you can go.” My brows creased in disgust. “What?" “It is either you do it the simple way or the hard way. Which is beneficial to you?" He demanded with a loud snarl. I let out a mocking giggle then straightened my face and took a step closer to the black wolf.

another says and they all begin laughing. I can feel her fury swelling inside me. ‘Aisling, no. Let it go,’ I say. ‘I’m done letting it go,’ she snarls, then shoves me aside and pushes forward. “You all think you’re so smart, don’t you,” she snarls at them. “We’re not the murderer bitch!” a she-wolf says, obviously not realizing that it was my wolf speaking, not me. ‘Aisling! No!’ But there’s no stopping my wolf. She’s furious and she’s had enough.

I pushed her off, "come let's cook... And I don't wanna be mad at you. Right now I just wanna treat you right." "me too.. So, as we deal with a place that is raining wolves... no more fighting..?" "no more fighting.."

he inquired. I anticipated this moment, yet I felt unprepared. "Perhaps it's best if you don't get to know me, pup," I responded. In an instant, he was beside me, and I slumped into the nearest chair, bewildered by his boldness. I vanished and reappeared behind him, causing him to turn and smile. "I believe you've deceived me long enough, don’t you agree?" he said, stepping closer, prompting me to retreat. I should simply disappear back home; why was I still engaging with this insistent wolf? "That's enough of this. I never deceived you; if anything, I've always fulfilled your wishes," I asserted, hoping he would abandon this charade.

With that, every wolf went about their normal life. This time the sky was clear. The sun was beginning to peek out of it's hiding place. The moon was far gone. Anya was back to her cave, she has transformed back to her human nature. Standing naked in the cave, she began to fumble through her cross bag for some clothing as her skinny jean and t-shirt of the previous night were in shreds, no thanks to her transformation. Bringing out another skinny jean, she fixed herself into it, dropped a top on it, wore her sneakers and made her way out of the cave. Walking towards the exit of the forest, she smelt something different, yet familiar: a werewolf in human form.

“I don’t have a wolf, I’m wolfless, I’m not with a wolf, I’m a mere human girl, do you get me!!!” “Oh my God!

“One of us will – . One of us wi-will –” He could not bring himself to say the word while sitting down on the cold tiled floor. “What should I do when mom finds out? She will be disappointed. Bu-but what if other people know about it and they will alienate us.” Shutting his wavering eyes, biting his trembling lips and clenching tightly his hair. Whispering to himself. “What if the werewolves know about it – It will definitely not end well.” Calmly wears his new and clean clothes as his previous clothes were nowhere to be found and to be reminded that someone tore it to pieces last night. ‘Thank goodness, it is a turtle neck one.’ He thought when unfolding it and slid it to his arms.

I demand, my voice a rough whisper that echoes through the darkness. The wolf rises, his muscles rippling beneath that golden fur, and steps closer. He nudges my hand with his cold, wet nose, and I recoil, startled by the contact. His voice resonates in my mind, a deep rumble that feels ancient and powerful. “I am the wolf assigned to you by Katia.”