The Warmth of a Werewolf
It was a bitterly cold, windy, clear winter night. On the outside, it was 30 degrees or lower. I was in my bedroom in my small house. The heater in my house that normally works went and shut down on me. I already felt like I was freezing. I stood by my bedroom window and looked at the luminous full moon in the clear nightsky. After looking at the moon, I looked outside and there I saw a werewolf jump through my bedroom window. He was drawn to me and my womanly, voluptuous curves under my red...