She only knew him as the sweet boy who visited her during the darkest nights. They talked until sunrise, which was his cue to leave. It was lonely during the day, all she had for company was the world wide web; the internet. She mad many friends, but none like him, none like the werewolf who stole her heart.
He was a regular human, but cursed a wolf during the fullest moon. His pack accepted him, even though he refused to hunt and kill, they treated him like a prince. Being a vegan wolf hurt his social standings, but it never really mattered. All those other nights with her were heaven. She was a dark angel and he was the handsome demon.
They both knew they couldn't be together, but couldn't stand to be apart. She feasted upon pomegranate juice and salsa, even letting him try some. He ate veggie burgers and rebelled against the stereotypical norm. Baccara and Logan. Perfect.
All was right until the dreaded time of month...
(Quick intervention: Lol what if adolescent female vampires get really hecking mad that they release blood a week each month and can't have it. Just imagine a group of them together and just ranting about how unfair it all is for them. End of intervention)
He turned into a wolf pup. Logan always got upset that he was basically useless, a slave to his body. Baccara just thought it was downright adorkable and reminded him that it was all fine. Nowadays, he only shifted thrice a month when the moon was at its fullest. She loved that time when it happened.
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That was an idea I grew onto for a bit, piecing it together. It's short, but sweet.
Hope y'all like it!
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