Lake Lewisia #1126

"Of course I didn't invite you to the sleepover, it's indoors," her friend (friend--classmate--acquaintance--the terms devolved as she stood there) told her. "I'm being respectful of you as a werewolf," her...someone, her something-once insisted. Never mind that she had only been through one transformation ever, never mind that the next full moon was many days away, never mind that they had been friends--her new wolf at least knew how to run away and lick their wounds in solitude.

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LL#1126