A sudden werewolf appears,
With those fierce eyes.
There he was howling as his skin started to tear;
I started to notice something unusual.
My boyfriend is a werewolf.
As he starts to tilt his head, I note a forest is near.
Werewolves start to appear by nowhere;
Growling and sniffing me.
Turning around there was this werewolf;
Grabbing me, he takes me to the nearest mountain.
I start to feel pain in my neck as blood starts to come out.
As we reach the top of the mountain he starts to sense my blood;
A man with a gun appears aiming at the werewolf, pulling the trigger;
Not knowing what to do, I throw myself in front of my boyfriend.
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