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August 4, 2014

A silly smile appeared on the European Werewolf’s face.

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)

 


“So, you’ve been enjoying
the European Werewolf characteristics which have arisen in Aunt B?”  He remarked.


“Hell yeah!”  My mate proclaimed, as if it were a
given.  “Not that B was ever a cold fish,
it’s just nice that she needs me as much as I need her.”


“Declan!”  I cried out louder, as I gave him a
shove. 


The Medicine Man regarded
him closely then
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Published on August 04, 2014 15:32

July 15, 2014

“Right now, you’re as strong as a male Lokoti Werewolf.”

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)

 


“Hmm.”


Ki rubbed his jaw, as he
looked on my results somewhat perplexed. 
Declan and I looked on worriedly, as he read the results on the
hand-held medical scanner. 


“What is it?” My husband
asked in concern.  “What’s wrong?”


I was lying on the couch in
the lounge room, as was the custom for my once a week check-ups.  Declan was sitting to the side
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Published on July 15, 2014 04:21

July 2, 2014

“I’ll take care of you and you’ll take care of me and together, we’ll take care of them.”

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)


“There
you are!”  He walked out of the kitchen
with his hands on his hips.  “I was about
to come up there after you.”


“You’re
a bossy boots, you know that?”  I poked
him in the side.  Next, I fetched my
plate of toasted sandwiches sitting on the kitchen bench.  I saw Declan had made himself one too, which
I handed to him on my way out.


“What
was that squeal,
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Published on July 02, 2014 02:01

June 20, 2014

I was looking on my great, great grandfather Flint Riverclaw and his mate Jessica.

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)


Just
as I turned to leave, I noticed something. 
It was a red trunk which looked worn with time.  It was half hidden, underneath another
cardboard box and for the life of me, I don’t remember seeing it before.  But I felt this undeniable urge to
investigate, or maybe it was one of my all-knowing feelings?


“B!”  I heard the distant call of my husband.  “Your
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Published on June 20, 2014 02:52

June 2, 2014

My glowing turquoise eyes dulled back to their dark blue colour.

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)


I carried the box up the
staircase to put it on the floor, in the small upstairs hallway.  Next, I reached up and pulled the chord
hanging from the ceiling, which opened the hatch to the attic.  The fold-up ladder which was attached,
unfolded before me. 


Using one hand to carry the
box, I climbed the small ladder up into the dark, dusty attic. 


Immediately, I
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Published on June 02, 2014 23:29

May 14, 2014

“Yeah, it only took a century of marriage for your father to get it through his head that I truly was your mate.”

   (Small Fry Chapter 3) 






“So this is the last of
your Dad’s stuff, huh?”  He picked up the
baby album, to peruse through.  “It’s
hard to think of your father being a baby. 
Whenever I think of Hunter Wisetail, I remember this disapproving, old
Lokoti Werewolf, constantly looking over my shoulder.  It was like he was just waiting for me to
screw up.”


“He wasn’t that bad!” I
rolled my
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Published on May 14, 2014 19:14

May 1, 2014

“Details details,” the European Werewolf growled

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)


My mate crossed over to my
side as I turned tearful at the photo. 
These people whom I hadn’t seen for over two centuries, could still
bring a tear to my eye.  I had to sniff
as my nose began to run, with my longing to see my immediate family again.


“Don’t worry, B.”  He put his arm about my waist.  “This afternoon, I’ll go to Forrest and
Caesar myself and ask
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Published on May 01, 2014 23:21

March 31, 2014

Typical for his breed, he was a control freak and with his ego, he liked being in charge.

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)


He and Walt disappeared
upstairs, as I stomped back into the kitchen whilst snarling obscenities under
my breath.


I don’t get Declan…even
after two centuries of marriage.  He runs
hot and cold more than the kitchen faucet! 
One minute he’s happy then he’s snappy. 
Who’s the pregnant woman here, me or him? 


Then I paused…my husband
has been talking to the men
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Published on March 31, 2014 14:56

March 15, 2014

He was a typical Lokoti Werewolf being completely devoted to his mate and young.

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)


I put on a pair of jeans, a
long-sleeved, black t-shirt and a purple, zip-up sweater, before I wandered
downstairs to fix myself some brunch.  However,
just as I opened the fridge, I was startled by a knock at the door.


I smelled whoever it was,
was one of the pack.  So when I swung
open the front door, I wasn’t surprised to find Walt Wisetail standing on my
icy
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Published on March 15, 2014 14:33

March 3, 2014

“Where did you think the nursery was gonna go, in the dining area?”

 (Small Fry Chapter 3)




Declan snickered, before
sneaking a look over to where I was sitting. 
He cast a lazy gaze over my legs, which were unintentionally on display,
thanks to the short cut of the negligee.


“With a mother like that, I
think all the boys in the tribe are going to agree with you.”  He said smoothly.


“You’re gonna love it
aren't you, when they all come to you for your
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Published on March 03, 2014 16:05