Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot

“What… are you?”“An Aries.” Kate shrugged her shoulders. “And a werewolf.”There aren't wolves in New York. You know that. But, that calls into question the large animal chasing you through the woods. It's gotten your scent and will do anything to have you within its hold. Sometimes, the scariest things lurking in the shadows can save you when you need it most.

This has been up on my tumblr for years now, but it's a passion project that people don't really seem to enjoy. I figured I'd post it over here too!(There will be spelling mistakes, I tend not to proofread!)