Moonlight Fetch

It only takes a moment for the transformation to complete. His hands grow gangly and clawed. His usually soft, brown hair spreads throughout his body until it covers every inch of skin. His dark-brown eyes turn piercing yellow as his fangs glisten under the full moonlight, and he snarls like a rabid wolf.

“Jared?” I carefully ask.

The werewolf snaps its attention to me.

“Babe, please,” I plead, reaching within my jacket’s pocket. “I don’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.”

His growling shifts to a warning bark.

I stare him down, putting on a brave face. “So be it, then.”

His demeanor quickly changes to piqued interest as I pull out a tennis ball.

“Who wants the ball?” I coo at him. “Do you want the ball?”