HUNTER

HUNTER

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The coyote nestling its head in my shoulder, causing me to pet it. Why am I petting the dog that just almost killed me, ha called it a dog because I'm petting it, because you pet dogs, not wild coyotes. (The night before) No it's not a coyote, its a wolf and its sleeping at the foot of my bed. How drunk did i get last night? *** Hunter is a Werewolf Alpha who broke a deal with the wrong witches, now he cannot shift back into his human form, his attempt to chase after the woman who did this to him is brought to a startling halt after attacking a intoxicated girl that makes him feel sparks. *** My first attempt at writing werewolf so please give it a chance, if you like it, go read my other stories, "always plug yourself" VOTE COMMENT SHARE KISSES!!!!
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"Grandmother, what big ears you have." Chuckling at my own joke, I looked down at the wolf when I felt his tail tapping on my wrist and was met with an amused look instead of the sad one before. Taking a hint when he nudged my thigh with his snout, I guided my hands towards his snout. Placing my hand on his snout as he tilted his head up to sniff my palm, I continued, "grandmother, what big nose you have." Standing up on his four paws again, he positioned himself so that he was sitting on his hind legs with his front paws resting on my shoulders. I couldn't stop the burst of laughter that escaped me when he showed me his sharp, white fangs that gleamed under the moonlight. "But grandmother, what big mouth and teeth you have." - Wherein, teenage werewolf Samuel meets his human mate Emily who lives thousands of miles away from him. Will his wolf be able to handle being apart from his very vulnerable, very human mate? Will her over-imaginative mind be able to stay sane apart from her very attractive, very male other half? Will the duo be able to sustain this long-distance relationship? How long can they keep this charade going before Samuel's wolf falls apart? (i'm still working on up-ing my description game but please don't let it hinder you from checking it out. free cookies inside the book so jump in and join Emily and Samuel along their journey.)

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