THE WEREWOLF SWITCH
“Look at this, bro. Miranda got me a gift, isn’t it sweet?”
“Why did she get you something? You’ve been shitty to her all year,” Valko smirked. He examined the tiny wolf on the piece. “Doesn’t this wolf look like yours?” He commented, noticing the miniature wolf was the spitting carving of his sister’s wolf, Vixen.
“Yeah, I wondered the same thing too,” she admired it some more. “You think Nigel told the virgin about werewolves?” Velma thought.
“I don’t know, but he would be insane if he did. The alpha would kill her and him,” Valko huffed. His wolf, Vik was getting agitated. His blood seemed to be boiling and sweat pebbled his forehead.
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