Help! I am the werewolf

Chapter15

One day, John found himself indulging in a bar of chocolate, hoping to satisfy his sweet tooth. However, his enjoyment was short-lived as he realized that his body couldn't handle the sugary treat. Soon after, he started feeling queasy and unwell.

Paul noticed John's discomfort and concern etched across his face. "You alright there, John?"

John's response was a strained grimace as he fought off the waves of nausea. "No, Paul. Turns out chocolate and I don't mix well."

Paul's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? I thought everyone loved chocolate."

John let out a weak chuckle, his voice tinged with amusement and discomfort. "Apparently not this wolf."

As the day went on, John's discomfort began to fade, but the memory of the chocolate mishap lingered. Later on, when the bandmates were hanging out together, Paul's voice carried an innocent curiosity. "Hey, John, you want some chocolate?"

John's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and incredulity crossing his face. "Paul, do you want to kill me? After what happened earlier?"

Paul's expression shifted from clueless to understanding in a matter of seconds. "Oh, right. Sorry, mate. I didn't realize."

John's lips twitched into a half-smile, his tone softening. "It's alright, Paul. Just maybe lay off the chocolate offers for a while."

One day at full moon, as the bandmates were gathered together, George looked at John's wolf form thoughtfully. "You know, John, I've been thinking. What if I gave you a wolf version of your classic haircut?"

John's wolf form cocked his head to the side, a mixture of curiosity and amusement in his eyes. He emitted a series of intrigued sounds, as if asking, "Really?"

George's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yeah, why not? Let's see if I can recreate your look."

With everyone's agreement, John's wolf form settled down, his bandmates gathering around with anticipation. George carefully examined John's fur, comparing it to his own hair. Then, with a determined expression, he began to shape the fur with his fingers, mimicking the iconic haircut that John had sported as a human.

Paul grinned, his voice filled with amusement. "George, I think you might have a new calling as a wolf hairstylist."

John's wolf form let out a series of amused yips, his tail wagging slightly. George's focused attention seemed to amuse him, and he stayed remarkably still throughout the process.

As George continued to work, the transformation gradually took shape. John's wolf form now sported a fur pattern that echoed his signature haircut, complete with longer fur on top and shorter sides.

Ringo chuckled, capturing the moment on his camera. "This is definitely one for the album."

Finally, George stepped back, surveying his handiwork. He gestured toward John's wolf form with a flourish. "There you go, John. A wolf haircut in your style."

John's wolf form looked at his reflection in a nearby mirror, emitting a series of approving whines and growls. The resemblance to his human hairstyle was uncanny, and he seemed to appreciate the creative effort George had put in.

George grinned, pleased with the outcome. "Well, what do you think?"

John's wolf form responded by giving George an affectionate nudge, as if saying, "You've outdone yourself, mate."