One evening, I dragged home a wounded young cat who turned out to be a werewolf. He transformed into a beautiful guy with ears and a tail, declared that I was his owner, and criticized my soap - before I even had time to understand what was happening. Now he lives with me. He makes breakfast with me, sleeps in my bed, and insists that by my scent he knows more about me than I do myself. In the world of werewolves, scent is truth. Age. Desire. Orientation. _______________________________ On my profile, you'll also find my other stories, including: "My Boyfriend Is a P*rn Star?!" "My Boyfriend Is Pretending to Be a Woman?!"