“Stop, Toby!”
He gazed up at me, dark pupils dilating in near-obliteration of the intense green. He’d had enough of waiting for me to finish that chapter, and correctly guessed that chapter 2 had rolled into chapter 3, and was halfway through chapter 4.
“Just another 15 min…” I began, before I was cut off by a low growl. Reaching over to paw my thigh, he nipped my forearm without breaking the skin, and pushed his sleek, dark head into my lap.
Sighing, I swiveled my chair away from my laptop and autobiography, and gazed through the veranda window at the open fields that lay beyond the sheep pens. Sheer luck had brought me the multi-billion dollar lottery ticket that allowed me to purchase and stock this remote settlement and care for my loved one. Sheer luck and one too many shots of tequila had also brought me the reason I needed this safe haven to begin with.
The moon had risen well over the horizon. It was long past dinnertime, and understandable that his patience was running thin. He was hungry, and even a half-bred werewolf can lose patience. And he was young. His father had been done in by a silver bullet only 10 years ago, weakened by the same tequila hangover that brought me my son to begin with.
I stroked his smooth head, scratched behind his ears, and planted a kiss on his healthy, damp nose. He whimpered and licked my jaw.
“Okay Buddy,” I grabbed my wool cape and pulled on my Wellies, laughing as he leapt about me, howling now, his toes scrabbling on the marble floor. “I think we both could use a break.”
Twisting the brass handle on the veranda, I stepped out into the moonlight. Toby bounded past me, dropping to all fours as he galloped toward the sheep pens.
Liz Husebye Hartmann
This week’s Wednesday challenge came from Stacey (Jesus is coming soon-are you ready?) U. She gave me ideas and I'm using all of her ideas. Write about your hobbies, best friends and favorite animals. This time, the challenge will be a bit more difficult than my usual challenge. Write (in any form you wish) a story that revolves around all of these. 1) Your hobbies, 2) best friends and 3) favorite animals.
Feel free to make up weird animals, hobbies and friends. I just might respond with what my magic pen told me to write about, my pet the Flyzie. I'll probably make up the friend and obviously the hobby also.














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My condolence to the sheep.
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Welll, a half-wolf's gotta eat, and his mother's gonna provide, one way or another...
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