The Wolf Housemate

Earl Beashley, a young werewolf, whose father was an alpha with his older brother on the first line, had been kicked out by his father to live by himself in a pretty isolated, little town, faraway from his pack, alone.

Or at least that's the first idea until Earl found out that the house where he should be living in, already had an occupant.

An ordinary girl called Julie Westcott...

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"HOLY FECESS", I screeched as reality finally sunken in to my head, also dropping everything that I brought with me to the hard wooden floor. A soaked wolf had just shifted into a naked young man in my living room, with his giant damp backpack on his back.

"AAAAAA PLEASE DON'T CALL THE POLICE OR AT LEAST LET ME WEAR SOME CLOTHES FIRST". In a flashing speed he moved his backpack from his back to cover his lower part of his body. Although still in shock, I shamelessly took a second glance. He seemed to be pretty build and strong. Because of me being in a panic state right now, I couldn't focus on his look, only his wet dark hair and hmm. I must say it was not totally toned but you know it was definitely there.

..I see nothing.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?", I shouted still in disbelief, while also closing the door behind me.

His face looked confused and had to blink for awhile, his body shivering while his hands clenched on the backpack covering his body, until he finally answered back. "I'm the new occupant of this house", he answered back with his one eyebrow up.

What..?