Scheherazade was telling King Shahryar another

Scheherazade was telling King Shahryar another story. It was number 581. If it was no good, she'd be executed the next day. So she started. "A long time ago in a far off land lived

a wolf with really long eye lashes. His eyelashes were so long a thick, that he tripped over them whenever he tried to hunt. His pack wanted him to get rid of them. But he was

glamorous. You've heard of a child being raised by a pack of wolves? Well this wolf was raised by a pack of Divas. This wolf was on fire. He left the wolf pack to become a dancer

/singer/songwriter. The diva-raised wolf was almost a sleeper hit, but when his routine picked up, the momentum was exponential. Plus, he didn't have the vices human entertainers

have, like doing drugs and selling headphones. Wolf's stardom got him a cover story and steamy centerfold in Rolling Stone, yet on the rails he stayed. His human diva packmates

were bad company to keep. They weren't really interested in him as a half wolf half man & were only attracted to his glamour. But when Wolf found himself face down in a

Basement room, he knew his fangs would free him once again. Wolfman#2 was right there to indulge in hand to hand combat with the hexodactyls populating the crawl space. The world

of the untouched, those eyes of theirs. They slid around Wolfman#2, feeling and sharing his heat. Wolfman#2 felt dirty like he'd never felt dirty before. Unsatiated, the untouched

breakfast of the werewolves sat on the kitchen table, growing cold. Mama Werewolf sighed and finally scraped it into the trash. All of her good cooking had gone to waste. Those boy

s! So much for saving time with prepared foods. Now it was back to the hunt, and in a way she was glad. She dropped the apron and ran outside to meet the marvelous moonlight.