Wolf Gone Wild

No one can tell you your artwork is worthless but you. And no one can tell you it has value but you.

You’re like the perfect man conjured from my nerdiest fantasies.

You know, for a big, bad werewolf, you sure are sweet.

Yes, well, you see, Dr. Freud, I was a peasant girl running through the woods because a bloodthirsty werewolf chased me. And when he caught me, getting ready to rip me apart, he licked my neck instead and I came in my peasant panties. What’s that? Yes, a high-milligram antipsychotic would be agreeable. No

Hmph. A big, bad werewolf just blew me a kiss. That was the sexiest and cutest thing I’d ever seen.

I kissed his scruffy check, my heart pounding like mad. “I love you. So much. I love you.” His mouth tipped up on one side. “I know.” “Oh, my God, Mateo. Did you just quote Star Wars to me?” He grinned. “I sure did.

She took out her wand— yes, you heard me— handcrafted according to her Pottermore-assigned wand as 14.5 inches long, made of vine wood with unicorn hair core. I’d asked her what her craftsman had used instead of unicorn hair, because unicorns weren’t real. She’d just laughed at me like I was silly and naïve. So I left it alone.

A good witch sees the truth, absorbs its goodness, and honors her gift.

Tread carefully, Evie. Jules may have given the okay to work with this wolf, but one thing I know well is men. And that look?” He glanced over my shoulder, then back to me. “That’s a dangerous one.

Man and beast needed to be near her, and there was nothing in the wide world I could do to deny it. Her proximity was all I needed.

I don’t see how that’s a problem. To be trustful and kind isn’t a defect, Evie. It’s rather wonderful really.

They could’ve at least had the taxidermist add some padding to this old pet they’d stuffed. But then the stuffed cat slowly turned its head and looked at me. “Fuck!” Kill it!

If you’re half as hot as I get just when you walk into a room, then I’m a happy man.” Her fingers combed through my hair then slipped to the nape of my neck. “Then you should be a totally, blissed-out, high-as-a-kite happy man.

And who didn’t want a hot werewolf to make a girl feel good?

She stepped closer and stared keenly into my eyes, as if she were trying to look through me to him.

I can’t even believe what I’m hearing,” I muttered more to myself than to him. It was like Chewbacca speaking Klingon. Does. Not. Compute. Okay. Don’t freak out on him.

Wait a minute. You watched it once? So you’ve seen one Star Wars movie? And that’s it?

For the first time, I wasn’t content by myself. I yearned for her.

I use a magic whetstone these days to make sure they hit their mark. All unwanted intruders.” He smiled wider. “Good. Remind all the other suitors they better keep their distance.” Suitors? Only Ruben would use archaic words like that. And why was he so interested in Jules’s dating life? Not that she had one. She rolled her eyes. Again. The action became comical in its redundancy. “There are none, Ruben.” “That’s because they’re all afraid of you. But I’m not.

What about the dude who cut in front of us at Subway last week? He definitely deserves to die for delaying our footlong steak and cheese.

I’m not angry.” “And you’re a shitty liar.” “Well, now I’m angry.” I crossed my arms. “For your information, I’m a phenomenal liar.” “Oh, yeah? Prove it.” “Like how?” He eased a step closer, his hands in his front pockets. “Pretend you’re happy and come have coffee with me.

I knew then and there that he’d put the most powerful spell of all on me. The one that launched a thousand ships and waged wars and toppled kingdoms. The one that compelled kings to forsake their oaths for a woman. The one that would beguile me to do anything—anything—for him. I recognized this emotion for what it was and tried not to tremble as it swept through me on a tidal wave.

One second, I was thinking friends was good, then I thought maybe more than friends could work, and now I was sure I couldn’t go a day without her in my life. I wanted her, not just as my lover or my friend, but as my one and only.

A boy in elementary school punched me in the stomach when I knocked his lunch over.” Kill. Him. Find him and tear him limb from limb. Overkill.

It just hit me like a dummy that he gave me that fantastic orgasm so I could relax. And sleep. Jeesh. “You know, for a big, bad werewolf, you sure are sweet.