Page 63 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

Then it happened, the sprout of fur, the rearrangement of her bones and muscles. When she landed on the ground on four paws, it was to find Derek watching, his lips in a rueful twist.

“Sorry, curiosity got the better of me.”

She barked.

“Still going to bang you, although the term doggy-style just took on new meaning.”

She chuffed.

“I’ll be pestering you with questions later, but right now… can you track the doctor?”

She padded around the van, sniffing, finding the scent she hated by the passenger side door. Cologne, antiseptic, and pure asshole.

With a yip, she began trotting, the mist obscuring her view, but scent didn’t lie. She followed the trace of it, heading out of the parking lot into the overgrown cemetery, the gravestones abrupt sentinels in the mist. Rogers had slammed into one in his flight.

The doctor made it across the boneyard into the field beyond, the shorn cornstalks crunchy if brushed, but even better, they crackled loudly when stepped on by a man in shoes, giving her sound to follow while her paws navigated them silently.

A low muttered, “Fuck me, where’s the road?” had her tail wagging. Rogers was right ahead.

And then the doctor was in front of her, a bulky form that parted the mist and provided a perfect target. She leaped and knocked him to the ground, snarling.

To her surprise, he proved stronger than expected, heaving her from his body before standing.

She scrambled to four paws and kept low as she growled, stalking him.

The fucker sighed. “You just couldn’t cooperate, could you? You do realize even if you kill me, all my notes, everything I’ve catalogued remains on my hard drive. This won’t save you.”

No, but she’d sure feel good about it.

“Why not collaborate with me instead? I could make you famous.”

“In a cage?” Derek appeared from the mist, gun cradled in his hands. “She’s not an animal.”

“Says the guy willfully ignoring what’s in front of him,” Rogers scoffed. “She and her siblings are monsters.”

“I only see one monster here, and it’s not wearing fur,” Derek snapped.

“How can you be so blind? Look at her. A savage beast. Do you really want a dog as the mother of your children?”

“Whoa. We’re not even engaged yet. And even if we were having kids, do you really think I’d care? Happy and healthy. That’s all that matters.”

“Until they hurt someone.”

“Hurt who?” Derek scoffed. “The only one causing harm is you.”

While Derek talked, Athena inched closer. Might have even gotten a clean kill if Rogers didn’t suddenly lunge, a dart in hand, which he used to jab down. The sharp tip pierced her skin and fur, drawing a yelp.

Derek didn’t fuck around.

He shot Rogers in the head.

A single shot to end the nightmare.

Chapter 18

Derek thoughthe’d feel worse about killing someone in cold blood. But hearing Rogers, and knowing what he’d done and would continue to do… It felt good to remove that kind of evil from the world.

Not so fun? Carting back the dead body to the church. He couldn’t exactly leave it for people to find.

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