WerewolvesAtHeart

This is how we prepare for winter in werewolf country: by lighting all the torches on the ramparts around the encampment, because werewolves fear fire, and so that we can see them when they come skulking in the dead of night. Sometimes, beneath the flames, we see the werewolves in our midst, the ones standing beside us. This makes the winter longer, and darker. * This is how we prepare for winter in the forest outside the camp: by catching rabbits and deer and possum, and roasting them on spits on our little fires, which we keep small so that the village will not see the smoke. If they locate us, they will come with guns and silver shrapnel

What am I doing here? I'm here for animal testing. I really thought I was done with it, but it seems to be my fate now. It all began a year ago innocently enough. You see, when you live in the city with the highest dog per captia in the world, you need to either learn how to live with them, or move away. Now, I didn't personally have a problem with canines, but they seemed to not like my scent or something. Every dog who noticed me would either snarl or cower in fear. I've been chased up a tree on more than one occasion. Other than that, this is a nice place to live. I really didn't want to move away, so when a research opportunity came to s

Chris cleaned his sneakers off on the Brewtons’ doormat as he waited to be let inside.  He wondered if all werewolf families had the same “Wipe Your Paws!” doormat at their homes or just the ones he knew.  Soon enough, the door opened and Mr. Brewton waved him inside. “Hey there!  You’re just in time,” Mr. Brewton said. “We were worried it’d take you a bit longer to get here.” “No worries Mr. B!” Chris replied as he set his duffle bag down in the foyer and kicked off his shoes. “I took the Yamaha so I wouldn’t have to pedal all the way over.” Mrs. Brewton g

  With every mile put between her and the city, Wind felt more and more peaceful.  If her stress were a wool sweater, it was as if a thread was stuck somewhere in the city and the further she traveled, the more the sweater came undone.  Of course cities had their benefits, but the bustling holiday season could be taxing for most people, let alone a werewolf.  Needless to say, a break from the commotion was definitely needed. Dressed snuggly, Wind stared out the passenger’s side window and idly sipped a can of Dr. Pepper.  Pure snow blanketed the hills, trees, and mountains for miles in all directions as she smiled to herself.  She shar