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    A Werewolf Romance
    A Werewolf Romance
    A Werewolf Romance
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    A Werewolf Romance

    By Dusty Henn

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    A werewolf hunting for ground squirrels meets the love of his life.

    A lighthearted, paranormal animal-adventure romance.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDusty Henn
    Release dateSep 9, 2018
    ISBN9781386201649
    A Werewolf Romance
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    Dusty Henn

    Author of short works featuring animals. E-mail dustyhenn0@gmail.com

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      A Werewolf Romance - Dusty Henn

      A Werewolf Romance

      Dusty Henn

      Published by Dusty Henn, 2018.

      This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

      A WEREWOLF ROMANCE

      First edition. September 9, 2018.

      Copyright © 2018 Dusty Henn.

      ISBN: 978-1386201649

      Written by Dusty Henn.

      Also by Dusty Henn

      Princess and the Pheasant Prince

      The Frog's Story

      A Werewolf Romance

      Lurkey, You Idiot!

      Trouble at the North Pole

      The Bunny's Story

      Sylvia's Story

      Three Fairy Tales

      Table of Contents

      Title Page

      Copyright Page

      Also By Dusty Henn

      Dedication

      A Werewolf Romance

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      Also By Dusty Henn

      To Katie

      A Werewolf Romance

      CHAPTER I - OUR FIRST MEETING

      Where did you leave your clothes?

      I remember it like it was yesterday. Clever psychologists write all sorts of things about the unreliability of our memories. I tell you, those were the very first words she said to me.

      I was over in the oak savanna, under a big oak tree, digging up a ground squirrel. The moon was...well, not quite full anymore. There’s only a moment when the moon is truly full, of course. Before and after that moment, it’s either waxing or waning. But for my purposes, the whole night of the full moon, and a couple nights afterward are prime time for going and doing what I love to do.

      So I was out there, loving the moonlight and digging away, listening with a thrill to the mezzo-soprano voice of a female wolf singing on the hilltop above me. Her scent wafted down to my spot under the trees; the scent of happiness and freedom - the fragrance of running, hunting, swimming; of savoring every moment. Maybe this was not quite paradise as humans envision it, but not bad for me. Summer was passing, just barely; it was late August, and night conditions were pleasantly cool. Already a few fallen leaves littered the ground, which was dry and slightly crusty; but I was after a ground squirrel and it didn’t bother me. If anything, I thought it would do my claws good to keep them short and sharp.

      Ground squirrel! My favorite food in all the world. So glad I found this spot, I was thinking. They’re so plentiful around here. I wonder how I missed it before. I started thinking about ground squirrels as a species: Cute, but so destructive! The world is lucky I discovered that squirrels are delicious.

      I haven’t eaten an ungulate – not a single deer, not a sheep, not a calf, not a goat – since the night I discovered squirrel meat. Nowadays, I save a lot of people’s goats and cattle, who might otherwise break their ankles stepping into squirrel burrows by accident. And unwary young birds: I shuddered at the memory of seeing a ground squirrel grab a young starling and drag it away, down its burrow, never to be seen again.

      Later that same squirrel met the fate it deserved when I caught it. It emitted a short squeal of pain and terror; and then it was my tasty snack.

      Such monsters, attacking baby birds! So many sweet birds are alive and singing today, thanks to my dining habits. I deserve a medal! Why is it, nobody but my taste buds thanks me for the service I do improving the world?

      I began to salivate in anticipation of catching my next one...

      That was the moment I noticed my claws were turning to fingernails. Help! I howled. I was never going to be able to pull that squirrel out of there with bare hands. And from long years of experience, I was only too aware that within a short half hour I would be fully human again. Help! I howled a second time. Had anyone heard?

      She appeared at my side within moments – the same wolf lady whose lovely voice I had been hearing.  I lifted my paws, now nearly hands, to show her. She looked at me with big, lemon-yellow eyes, and began to dig. I didn’t need to explain a thing; she knew somehow ...by instinct? Or some sixth sense? Without her help I would have lost that squirrel for certain; as it was, the two of us dispatched it and ripped it apart. She took the head end and I took everything behind the rib cage...entrails, hindquarters and dry, dusty tail. Within

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