OLD VERSION: Amendable (Book 3 in the Original SOCIETY Series) ✔

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A Werewolf (werwulf, "man-wolf") is a folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (often a bite or scratch from another werewolf).

Belief in werewolves developed in parallel to the belief in witches (chapter 9), in the course of the Late Middle Ages and the Early Modern Period. The persecution of werewolves and the associated folklore is an integral part of the "witch-hunt" phenomenon, albeit a marginal one, accusations of werewolfery being involved in only a small fraction of witchcraft trials.

After the end of the witch-trials, the werewolf became of interest in folklore studies and in the emerging Gothic Horror genre; as a genre has pre-modern precedents in medieval romances. The trappings of horror literature in the 20th century became part of the horror and fantasy genre of modern pop culture.  

There were a couple loud thumps that had me looking up from what I was reading and set my gaze on the other side of the bookstore where the shelf stands were aligned. I blinked a few times before turning to look next to me at the empty chair beside me. 

Frowning, I faced the shelves again and scolded, "Maddox!" 

A small "Eep!" followed after and I narrowed my eyes slightly just as the small face of my younger cousin poked out from behind one of the shelves. His gray eyes were wide and blinked a few times. 

"What are you doing?" 

I reminded him that he was supposed to be sitting beside me and coloring, not wandering around the store. Little Maddox blinked a few times more before pouting as he stepped out from his hiding spot. His shoulders raised up as he coyly apologized. 

I sighed, closing my eyes. I didn't blame the kid for getting so bored easily. 

With the situation that was going on with these strangers coming after Eli, the others wanted to discuss with him about the danger coming. They understood that Eli was still a kid but that he was able to understand things a little more than expected. So everyone from the night before decided that it was best to have Eli's favorite breakfast before explaining to him about the seclusion he'd be taking on. 

Which is where me babysitting Maddox comes in. 

I often think that my dad has it out for me or something. Only because of the way he scared the shit out of me this morning. Per usual. 

If you remember correctly that I had Easton sleeping next to me last night then it shouldn't be a surprise that he was up earlier than me as always. And he was prying me awake as he'd done the last time, however... he, uh, definitely woke me up rather unexpectedly. 

Thinking about it now made my face feel hot. 

I was pulled out of my slumber with sleepy moans and subconsciously my body kept fidgeting. The muscles in my stomach were contracting tightly and when I felt myself coming out of my slumber with my eyes still closed, understanding struck me as to why my body was reacting as it was. 

Clenching my jaw, I couldn't help the groan that came out as I turned my face into my pillow and clenching tightly to the covers underneath me. Swallowing hard, I tilted my head back and groaned out, "Ease..." which only made the Werewolf continue having his hand down the front of my pants. 

His mouth was already working down from my shoulder to the back of my neck just as he was scooting close enough that his hips were pressed up against me. 

"Good morning, Red," he spoke so low that the huskiness in his voice was a lot more profound. 

But I could still hear a grin from that Moody Asshat.