As if a half-succubus and a steampunk vampire weren't enough...a short-tempered werewolf suddenly began shuddering with the first change and began clawing her way onto my notebook on Saturday. Four days and almost 6,000 words later...and I'm scratching my head, wondering if her short tryst is going to be a little longer than I intended. Her mysterious rescuer/kidnapper has just revealed the truth of what she is, and that there is one, ah, requirement for the first change. Which probably explains the uncontrollable heat between her legs. There's another problem: whomever she chooses to "initiate" her will be her chosen mate. Wolves bond for life.
Taking a short break, because I'm writing this one with paper and pen (with some stories, it just works better) and my hand was beginning to cramp. Bait was whining at the door and we went for a short walk. I feel a little guilty. Whenever I get caught up in a story, I tend to ignore him. Ear scritching satisfies him, but I can only write one-handed for a little while. I was relieved when Rhianna brought him a pig's ear a few days ago, because that kept him occupied for a while!
Now he's whining for food. Off to write, to yoga, and to return that book that arrived from Amazon in god-awful shape...
Love, fangs, and fur. :)
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