“You have to believe
me-“
“I –do- believe you, Chris. But there’s a better way. .”
Chris stared at Ryan in horror. He had found Chris’ secret
space, and had locked himself in with Chris, on this night of all nights. The
growl built in Chris’ throat, as his body rippled in the moonlight spilling from
the basement window. Soon he would-
The tap on his nose was sharp.
“No.”
Ryan’s gaze never left him, one finger raised, and the other
pointed at the floor. The werewolf sat down, whimpering, as a treat was
balanced on his nose.
“Good boy.”
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