Chap 5- Werewolves AKA the Mutts

1.7K 148 29
                                    

Chap 5- Werewolves AKA the Mutts

Walking through the dark alley ways, I was completely casual. Because a girl walking 1:00 AM in the morning in a dark, lonely, creepy, unknown, stinky, dirty, disgusting, full of unknown death-worthy smells is totally cool.

But then… I heard a howl, not that it wasn’t weird that even though this isn’t the woods I was hearing wolf howls. Nah, it was totally cool.

I fished out my phone and started texting my BBFLADOMGLOLTTYLBRB, but then I looked up and gasped. Standing there, before my very eyes was…

Gasp.

A bear.

I dropped my phone, “You’re… a bear…”

The wolf growled and said, “Ya’ crazy woman, I ain’t no bear. I’m a wolf.”

I gasped again at the gigantic wolf when it changed into his human form.

Oh no… My eyes!! They burn by his beauty!! It’s blinding!!

I took out my sun glasses from my purse and put them on.

I gasped again.

It. Was. Jacob!!! From Turn-It! He’s here!! No, wait… wasn’t it… Tulip? Turnip? Toy-It? Oh, I got it!

I squealed, “You're Jacob! From Toilet!!”

He grinned, “No, it’s actually, Throw-It. Or was it…” He scratched his head.

“Hm, was it… Try-It?” I guessed.

“Hm, no… but it starts with a ‘T’. Tie-It…?” He said, scratching his head again.

“To-It?”

“No…Tell-It?”

“Nah, Two-It?”

“Nope, Tool-It?”

“We at least know it ends with an ‘it’.” I stated.

“Hm, yeah… well, whatever.” He scratched his head.

I scrunched up my nose, “Why are you scratching your head so much?”

“Fleas,” He muttered.

“Oh,” I dug into my purse until I found what I needed and handed it to him.

He took it and furrowed his eyebrows, “What is this?”

“Flea Powder,” I answered.

“Why do you have it?”

“I have fleas too.”

“Are you a she-wolf?”

I nodded, looking at him with wide-eyes, “And we are mates.”

His eyes widened, “Really?”

I nodded seriously, “Yes, Jake. Really, really.”

Me: What the dog-barking-candy-munching-kitty-hair-balls is this?

I’ll look at the next werewolf story.

*Goes through 100 million thousand stories*

The result?

Same.

‘Cause mates and Jacob are really important. =.=’

Seriously, What Exactly Are You Writing?!Where stories live. Discover now