For Patty. I'm not a total meanie : P
The moment that made the werewolf fetch joke, a lot more funnier for me...
I stood helplessly for a moment, simply staring in stupid, stunned belief. What the hell am I suppose to do, throw him a brick so we can play fetch? Would Brendan find that funny?
“Brendan?” I asked softly, trying to hold really still so that I didn’t startle him.
The Werewolf’s long ears went back, its eyes narrowing as a growl rumbled from the depths of its belly. Its lips peeled back in a snarl…
“Brendan?” I said again, my grip on my sword tightening as I started to take a step backwards.
The Werewolf’s knees bent, its hands flexing at its side.
“Easy boy. Stay.”
Cranberry Blood by Elizabeth Morgan is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.