Wolf-
I love that girl. She is so different. She is beautiful with her petite frame and her purple orbs. But she hates me. And I am a werwolf. I know we are meant to be together since both of poor family died on the same car crash. When she walks into the room, the zip code in my pants get hard. It is so big. I have to buy special pants. it's so hard to control myself, i have to put my hand over my zip code to hide it, my canine teeth digging into my lip as i draw blood, the smell of her brining out my inner alpha wolf.
suddenly, the teacher begins to assign partners for class. "lunabell and......wolf". i stop breathing for a second. my eyes widen as if i am the prey. i am never the prey. i am the hunter. the spell this girl casts on me makes me feel some other type of way. as if i am not the one in control. i have to be the one in control. i already fight every day to control my two monsters. the monsrer in my head AND the monster in my pants. but when i look at lunabell, the monster in my pants begins to win.
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the hug
Romancehe was a werewolf. she was in love. he would protect her. she would calm him. she was the only one to ever understand him. she was special.
