They Tried to Sell Me—They Didn’t Know I’m a Werewolf
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I’m a werewolf.
Three months ago, I got involved in a back-alley “not my problem”—a man held a knife to a woman clutching her child. I rushed him and tore his throat out with my teeth.
Now the police are hunting me. My pack can’t protect me. The only option left is to slip out of the country.
The fixer at the meet hands me a bottle of “calming meds,” says it’ll get me through the checkpoints.
I smell the drugs anyway. I drink it.
When I wake up, my hands are tied behind my back inside a sealed metal cargo truck. Someone beside me is crying. Someone else is shaking.
That’s when I realize I’ve been sold into a trafficking ring. They slap a number tag on me, lock me in a steel cage, and wait for dawn to ship us out.
A guard cracks my face with a rifle stock—sure I’m just another desperate man trying to disappear.
He has no idea a cage can’t hold a werewolf.
Especially not tonight—under a full moon.
Three months ago, I got involved in a back-alley “not my problem”—a man held a knife to a woman clutching her child. I rushed him and tore his throat out with my teeth.
Now the police are hunting me. My pack can’t protect me. The only option left is to slip out of the country.
The fixer at the meet hands me a bottle of “calming meds,” says it’ll get me through the checkpoints.
I smell the drugs anyway. I drink it.
When I wake up, my hands are tied behind my back inside a sealed metal cargo truck. Someone beside me is crying. Someone else is shaking.
That’s when I realize I’ve been sold into a trafficking ring. They slap a number tag on me, lock me in a steel cage, and wait for dawn to ship us out.
A guard cracks my face with a rifle stock—sure I’m just another desperate man trying to disappear.
He has no idea a cage can’t hold a werewolf.
Especially not tonight—under a full moon.


















































