The Accidental Werewolf
The wolves tore the linens to shreds, and blood splatters dot the white sheets and walls.
At some point, Edric bit me. Not to be outdone, my wolf returned the favour, then licked the blood away like some kind of savage. “Why did we bite each other?”
“Not us. Our wolves. It’s called remarking – it reinforces the bond. Some wolves do it every so often. I feel terrible about what I've done.”
“Don’t. I was a willing participant…" I think. I'm still not sure if I just gave in to my wolf because I wanted it, or if she forced her will on me. Either way, none of it was Edric's fault.
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