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#9 Temptations
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Avalea When I wake up, it’s evening. I have been drifting in and out of sleep throughout the day. A couple of hours ago when I woke up briefly, I ate the bread and the cheese the Werewolf had left for me. The bread was stale, the cheese was almost moldy, but with hunger gnawing at my innards, it was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten. The light is now fading and temperature has begun to drop. I’ll have to find a way to keep myself warm. I realize now that I could have frozen to death last night. While I can use my magic to alter my body temperature, it doesn’t last too long. I know there are spells that can keep a space cool when it’s hot, and heat it up when it’s cold. They’re self-renewing spells, which means they feed on the magic in the environment once installed. Even the thought of attempting those complex spells makes me anxious. They’re beyond my magical capabilities. Last night, I survived because the Werewolf found me. Once sleep steals over one’s senses, it is
A Werewolf for the Witch #11 Impulses
AvaleaBy the Goddess, what have I done? I have actually gone ahead and kissed the Werewolf. My first kiss. I never thought my first kiss would be with a Werewolf.Temporary insanity. That’s the only reason it must have happened. Except… I want to do it again. And I don’t particularly regret it. Earlier when his lateral incisors got all sharp and the muscles in his shoulders bulged impossibly, it sent an arrow of something hot, something molten and delicious right down to my core. And I felt something else too–a knowing, an awakening, a forgotten memory trying to break through to the surface of consciousness. Something inside me is telling me I know this Werewolf. But how is that possible? I’ve never met him before. My belly quivers as my desire for him intensifies.I press a hand to my lower belly to make the sensation go away. It doesn't help. If anything, I want to kiss him more than ever when he fixes me with a hot, intense look.I swallow.I want him to take me into his arms
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A Werewolf for the Witch #13 Smoldering Embers
AvaleaAldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.What is more surprising is I do not fear him, or his beast. In fact, I find both his forms utterly fascinating. Just this morning when I saw the beast’s nail pop out to cut away the bit of my gown stuck to my thigh wound, I was afraid. I now know that I was afraid because I didn't know any better.What I now feel for him is… desire.My cheeks heat up as I hobble toward the sack and retrieve some clothes. Knowing what I now know, I feel a lot more sympathetic towards the witch who gave herself to that Werewolf. There’s something almost magnetic about the raw po
A Werewolf for the Witch #14 Beginning of a Friendship
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A Werewolf for the Witch #15 Emotions
AldrichOnce outside the hut, I get rid of my clothes, discard them on the doorstep, and immediately shift into my wolf form. Since I’m going to be spending the night outdoors and braving the cold, I’ll have to do it in my wolf form.Does she really think I’m going to turn her over to the Council? I wish she’d trust me more.I refuse to acknowledge everything I’m feeling as my muscles bulge, bones, ligaments, tendons snap and reform. Claws shoot out of my paws, my teeth lengthening into sharp, pointed weapons that can tear into a prey without any qualms. By the time I’m covered in black, white and gray fur and my transformation is complete, the hurt I was feeling earlier has lost its edge. After a few minutes of pacing the perimeter to make sure that nobody from my pack has ventured this far, I’m left with a feeling of dull discomfort rather than hurt and anger.My wolf’s feelings aren’t as acute as the human in me. I curl up outside the door, suddenly feeling confused. My wolf’s fee
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A Werewolf for the Witch #17 Blossoming Friendship
AldrichI swear Ava took ten years off my life, the way she was whimpering and crying in her sleep. My first thought was–somebody is magically attacking in her sleep. I don’t know if that’s even possible. I have a very limited knowledge of magic, given the strict segregation between the magical beings and us Werewolves.Pain was deeply etched on her face as she tried to ward something or somebody off, her arms flailing wildly.How was I to know that it was only a nightmare?I rub my palm over my face, trying to get my heart rate back to normal.I tried to wake her up while still in my wolf form; I tried nudging her with my snout, placing my paws on her shoulders, hoping that the weight of it would bring her back to consciousness. It didn’t work. The only other option was licking her awake. And licking felt oddly intimate. I take a few deep breaths, trying to steady my breathing. She’s apologizing again, but I’m barely able to get the words out to tell her she’s not at fault. My back
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