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Rub-Awoo-Dub
"Skylar only gets three more cookies today, and that's not til after dinner. And you'll be sure to put her to bed by eight," Rita rattled off. Sammy could smell the anxiety oozing from her pores. Rita was the spitting image of her twin sister Ruth, also known as Night Sky, Alpha Female of Argo--but she lacked her sister's self-assured, commanding aura. Sammy glanced back over his shoulder, at the four-year old singing along with Elmo on TV. Skylar was the cutest little werewolf Sammy had ever seen. Her big hazel eyes sucked in his attention. Her cornrow hair was bunched in a poofball on each side of her head. She ran around in pink tutus, which her mother kept several on hand and switched them out wherever Skylar got them too dirty. And her petite white fangs glistened as she sang, impressively on-key for someone her age. She probably had her keen werewolf ears to thank for that. Of course, Rita was challenged enough as a single mother, let alone a single mother to a werewolf child.
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The Party's All Over
The heist had gone perfectly. Then she met her maker.
Whiplash the Maximal bandit believed she had a pretty impressive score card. She wasn't the best thief in the universe, but she only took from those that deserved it or had too much. And she had never been caught. All those decivorns she had spent chasing criminals with her creator had taught her a trick or two. And so she was celebrating back in her den on Cybertron, slightly overcharged and cradling her latest score; the singularity core off a smuggler's ship. There was no way the captain would get off the planet in time to deliver his radion sticks now, and by now they would have emitte
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Rub-Awoo-Dub by JZLobo, literature
Literature
Rub-Awoo-Dub
"Skylar only gets three more cookies today, and that's not til after dinner. And you'll be sure to put her to bed by eight," Rita rattled off. Sammy could smell the anxiety oozing from her pores. Rita was the spitting image of her twin sister Ruth, also known as Night Sky, Alpha Female of Argo--but she lacked her sister's self-assured, commanding aura. Sammy glanced back over his shoulder, at the four-year old singing along with Elmo on TV. Skylar was the cutest little werewolf Sammy had ever seen. Her big hazel eyes sucked in his attention. Her cornrow hair was bunched in a poofball on each side of her head. She ran around in pink tutus, which her mother kept several on hand and switched them out wherever Skylar got them too dirty. And her petite white fangs glistened as she sang, impressively on-key for someone her age. She probably had her keen werewolf ears to thank for that. Of course, Rita was challenged enough as a single mother, let alone a single mother to a werewolf child.
"Arizona?" Sammy repeated. "Arizona's way too hot for werewolves, why would you want to spend your vacation there?" "Well, besides some old cowboy towns and the Grand Canyon, there's the trails," Fenton answered. "Roxanne and I met hiking, and we used to pick a new trail every anniversary before the kids came along." He reached over and rubbed his wife's knee. He must have forgotten she was wolfside, because he glanced down at the dark fur pushing up between his fingers. His wife rumbled in pleasure. "I've got a cousin out there, and he says early March is the perfect time of year to visit. Not too hot, not too cold, and all the desert flowers are in bloom. I've always wanted to smell that." She tilted her head back and inhaled deeply as if imagining it now, though all she would smell in the pack's meeting room in late winter was the musty concentrated traces of almost a dozen werewolves and a handful of humans. It was a large room in the House's second story, but one of the most
Werewolf's Humanity: Turn, Turn, Turn (Part 2) by JZLobo, literature
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Werewolf's Humanity: Turn, Turn, Turn (Part 2)
Once she was sure her niece would be all right, Night Sky had one more thing to do before they left. While Order agents were packing up their wounded and fresh agents were driving in for the clean-up work, as well as bringing a mobile shower unit so the werewolves could shower and shift, she tore herself away from her brand-new grandchild to have a word with his mother. She had been fighting back the urge to go wolfside since driving into this battlefield, and now she welcomed the change, barely breaking stride towards the van to pull off her shoes. She loomed over the two armed agents standing guard. "I'd like a moment alone with one of the prisoners," she said. "Please." They glanced at each other. Her request was unusual, but also within one of her rights as an alpha of the aggrieved pack that had called them in. They stepped aside. Night Sky opened the doors, reached in, and pulled the woman out, throwing her into the bloody mud where her packmate had been mauled. She fell
Werewolf's Humanity: Turn, Turn, Turn (Part 1) by JZLobo, literature
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Werewolf's Humanity: Turn, Turn, Turn (Part 1)
A dark brown shadow in the white-gray environment lurched from tree to tree. One thing was for certain, Sammy wasn't going to make it back to the House. The snowfall had escalated into a full-fledged blizzard, and he cursed himself for not heading home earlier. His back was throbbing now, a dull ache that was seeping through the rest of the body. He could almost feel his vertebrae grinding with every motion. The only way he would survive this night was to get to one of the shelters and stay the night there. Not long after settling here, his Argo forerunners had constructed emergency shelters scattered and hidden throughout the property, and they had been maintained since. They ranged in size from cubby holes equipped with a lantern, a sleeping bag, and snacks, to a full-blown fallout bunker built in the 50s when those were all the craze. A werewolf never knew when they might need to hide or grab a clean set of clothing. Sammy knew he was close to one of the smaller dens, and he had to
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Once Lance fell into the Rhythm, he had to be careful. He could hammer red-hot metal like no one else, not even his mentor, but he could all too easily lose his mind to the task and before he'd know it, he'd be holding a misshapen piece of metal and have to start the process all over again. Fortunately, he stopped himself just in time, and lifted a still-glowing but perfectly-shapen horseshoe into the air.
Hissssshhhh
He pulled the tempered steel out of the water and set it aside to finish it later. He could have tempered the horseshoe with the sweat pouring off his body, if he didn't care about burn scars. Lance was a pr
Werewolf's Humanity: Tearing Ole'! by JZLobo, literature
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Werewolf's Humanity: Tearing Ole'!
"This is a long drive just for some beer. We're not really going to some Order training center again, are we?" Sammy slumped his shoulders and rolled his head. "I'm not in the mood to fight four guys at once again." He knew Hatchet hated whining, but Sammy couldn't help it seeping into his tone this time. It was, after all, his birthday, and combat training was not how he wanted to spend it.
"Kid, you know I don't bait and switch. I told you we're going out for drinks, so we're going out for drinks."
Free beer or not, with the money Hatchet spent on gas driving the Beast out here, it would have been cheaper just to go to one of the bars in Ce