My Werewolf, My Everything
He may be a wolf, Leonidas nuzzles brushing his fangs against Zefera’s neck. he may have fangs, Zefera moans snickering at Leo, lifting his right arm to his face. he may have claws, Leonidas leans to his touch giggling softly. he is my everything. They both lock eyes at one another, lost in love. My Werewolf, My Everything. Rising their heads they howl in unison marking their love forever.













