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The Witching Hour
She is a Wolf
A love story…sort of
She waits for him under the cold full moonlight. It won’t be long now until the change occurs.
She sees him in the clearing. Her insides do the backflips they always do in his presence.
She runs to him at full speed. At the bottom of the hill, he catches her. With her legs around his waist, they kiss fiercely. They tear off each other’s clothes and make animalistic love on the soft grass.
He runs his hands through her raven hair and kisses her forehead.
“I love you,” he whispers into her ear. “I love you, too, and I’m sorry,” she says.
He looks down at her just then. He watches in horror as her beautiful face turns wolfen, Big teeth. Big claws. Dark hair everywhere.
He doesn’t have time to scream before she descends upon his throat.
She escapes into the night, with her belly and womb full.