Despite the pointed teeth,
That were rather yellow,
He seemed quite nice,
A sweet-looking fellow.
Ignoring the whole fact
That every full moon,
He'd howl the night away,
But then it would resume.
Except his hair,
Long, shaggy, thick,
He was really kind,
And as tough as a brick!
The only time he hurt me,
An accident one night,
But it was really nothing,
Just a tiny bite...
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I stepped into the room. It was full of impending doom. The wolves watched me. Licking their lips, the vampires did too. There was nothing I could do. There was a look in their eyes as if they knew.
The wolves are singing at my door. Shuddering down through my core. Lightning dancing down my back, Alpha, beta, the whole pack. The song is freedom, the song is life; Ripping through me like a knife.
I awoke to a darkness,. A night as black as death, armed with sword of cobweb. And a shield of gothic red. Oxford Witchlight comes,. Whispering in my head,. A wicked tale told by fools.
Running through the magical woods. I'm looking for wolves tonight. I hunger to bare my heart wild and free to unleash the beast deep inside of me. Alpha wolves at my side hunger to get deep inside.
I have to get out of here, away from all the crowds of people. I need to escape to a safe place, for not only my safety, but for everybody around me as well.
The moon hung, languid, in the sky, The sun and dawn. A far-off cry. My muscles turned, contorted, strained, And suddenly, great strength I gained.
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