Agreed, though whether I can feed you both tonight is a different question. I had the safety off, the gun held two-handed, pointed at the ceiling. Bert didn't fidget much. I didn't want to know.
You have not lived until you've sat through The Wolf Man (1941), The Curse of the Werewolf (1961), and The Werewolf (1956) with a bunch of shapeshifters. There was no flash of munin or Raina, it was just his hand so warm in mine. His face softened for a second, then hardened, and he narrowed his eyes at me. Fuck me, I said, because make love was not what I meant.
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