When Angela fell asleep against the werewolf, her heart swelled with a love so great that she felt it would burst if she were torn away from him.
Pressing her head against his breast, she listened for his blessed heartbeats in awe, and suppressed heart-wrenching thoughts that one day his heart would stop for all time.
If only time could suspend itself now! she thought.
Meanwhile, the werewolf felt the weight of Angela’s head and wondered how long she would be there.
Her head was like a weight pressing him down, pinning him down, obliging him to lie still, which he resented.
He lived inside an invisible, impermeable shield she couldn’t ever penetrate, but he felt the pressure of her and refused to succumb to it or to the mixed feelings beginning to tug at his human heart.
He refused to depend on Angela, to need her too much, to care if she came or went, to allow her to become necessary to him.
After all, she had disappointed him once before
She was an obstacle in many ways. But an enjoyable obstacle. Sometimes he wanted to avoid her, though. He couldn’t even figure out why he had such mixed feelings about her.
One thing he did know: if he could help her with the problems she had so recently confided in him that she had, he would be returning her favors with a favor.
Yes, she had given him a means of erasing any errant grateful feelings he harbored towards her; he hated feeling grateful to her for loving him.
And so he began to see his plan to help her resolve her problems as part of an even exchange.
Plus, helping her and returning her favors would help him to stay emotionally distant and to smooth over the conflicts that bubbled up from her past, little mysteries like why she couldn’t accept gifts or compliments without feeling awkward
. Like why she insisted on believing she was logical and perceptive instead of what she was: irrational and emotional.\
He kept telling himself she wasn’t an angel.
Angels didn’t have problems and weren’t needy and didn’t ask for anything. Angels didn’t have that cynical tarnish.
Angels didn’t associate with werewolves.
The werewolf didn’t know that there really was something incorruptible at the core of Angela, no matter what happened to her.
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Mistress of the Werewolf
WerewolfIt is in part a true tale, this story of the urban werewolf and his unhappy victim, though this werewolf himself might object to my version of the truth of it. For this werewolf has no idea that he is one. p.s it's written in English
