Loving The Lone Wolf

unded, in the plush way of the

ans. I was invisible. Crowds sw

to have noticed. I was either too i

constantly thirsted for blood. A

I wouldn't desperately need

dle of the most famous art gallery on earth, yet

e humans either. Humans were rude and stupid and werewolves were; somethi

tbeat. She was the only reason

r me to think I loved her. Surely, I loved he

irl I ever saw. And she was

nd I felt guilty about it. She didn't know.

uman. I wouldn't care if I could, but I had to care, as I was the s

thought and dreamt about. I wanted to be honest with her

to relate with humans and even build serious relationships with them. Last night, I had a horrible dream. I was a human, on sh

en in large bright bold letters "UNDER AGE WEREWOLF". I was a huma

have been there. I consoled myself that it was just a dream

toward the artwork. I v

not see any beauty in them. Maybe it was

ered why Maya had not yet arrived. She was supposed to b

ted her to stay a bit longer so I could prepare myself. I rea

ld do with myself. I wondered what she would think of

e I was a werewolf, I was extremely thin and slender. I was always starvi

andsome. Sure I wasn't ugly, but the last time I had see

ly unattractive. I knew female human

There was nothing in me above average. It had taken just one look at her and

red the most occurred. At a distance, was My

look confident. I tried to pretend I had not seen her,

air was undone and my ordinary clothes had been squeezed by the crowd. I coul

ed. Nothing to be liked. Ashamed, I tried to slip away from

I was cheating her, like I was robbing her of what she deserved.

at with the utmost fear and sp

d to be careful. I realized I had nothing

I realized it was kind of true. She was the onl

etermined. I was going to make it work for us

, then I would. If I had to be rich, then I

I'm sorry I was late but i

what to say, and then

t want to be here now. I didn't know w

idated by her sweet-smelling sc

family?" I a

nodded. "I can see that you are

ad seen many lovers do and

ks," she said as she led me across the hal

I didn't know about. We moved and kept talking. What

he gallery. It felt as if I could read t

were jealous of my gifts. But I didn't care. All you

hands like lovers even if

e it with my werewolf sense. I didn't feel okay. Occasionally, I l

own too, and it was very likely that one of them would find me here

nce alone, but t

? You are thinking abou

rr. I don't kno

ying to show you one of my favorite artwork

. I stood there mesmerized by her s

e any problem? You can tell me if I can help

d. "Uhhh? You

ou," I said hilariously. She blush

miled too. The idea that I had brought a smile to her face made my

but I meant it. I wonde

rt while. My nerves began to take over once more. Som