Please Teach Me How To Be A Werewolf

e fact remains: Gwen's sharp fangs are slowly piercing my neck, and the gra

iend a vampire? And why was I kept

I teeter on the verge of collapse, but I'm saved from the fall by a pair of strong arms that e

ing, Gwenevere?" an enrag

ragrance he emits. Who is this man

Elle, I'm so sorry," Gwen's voice tremb

Gwen's anguished apologies. I sense her tears, her pain, but I

room, serving as my temporary bedroom. The last vivid memory is of Gwen's b

ll just

from a glossy magazine. Tall and muscular, his angelic face exudes a certain danger thr

miliarity, though I can't pinpo

t in here?" I inquire cautio

ected at me. He emanates an aura of negativity, yet his breatht

ncounter! Who co

a potential future bo

ive here? Wait

des in Sweden? It would make sense; he bears a res

described him as kind, sweet, and a gentleman, yet the man before me wears a different demeanor – one

t sight with a man whose al

s for another embrace?

and you are?" he inqui

Eliana Letic

assmate and ho

the world. Even beneath his long sleeves, his sculpted

d on a man's muscular attribute

s are overwhelmi

hasn't been around for days. I'm

eper contemplation. I sense an intensity in

s room, we descend to the ground floor near the kitchen. He opens a locked drawer with a numeric keypad

. Though I wish to pose questions, Tristan's stern expression curtails my curiosi

on cell, it contains a mattress atop a bedframe. Within, a dog resembling a brown and white Sibe

Tristan states, his fangs prominently displ

g presence suggests it's not pleased by Tristan's or my company. Observing the massive

ecklace and torn clothing catch my e

ton of bricks as I glance at

n her werewolf for

of "werewolf" c