... We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.

It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!

Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.

I looked at my two wolves. When I knelt they came to me rubbed against me smelling me and I stroked them. "Thank you for believing in me " I said and maybe they understood and maybe they didn't.

You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.

Just so you know, I'm straight. Totally straight. As an arrow." Her voice held a smile. "So am I

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I'm a werewolf, and I'm stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter.