After our shift, Laila opens the bundle she had been carrying.
She hands me jeans and a t-shirt.
Laila dresses in similar thrift store fashion. But, she likes to top off with a baseball cap.
I usually am in company with Laila. We have been together since we were wee wolves.
Laila is from the lonely steppes of Inner Mongolia where the wolves are becoming scarce. Her Pack was running. Dodging bullets. Laila had separated from her Mother in the frenzy to escape. When Laila jumped over a bush she found herself falling through an unusual hole. It was one of the gateways to Wereland. She has been with us since.
Werewolf Common Sense 13
Slave traders are eager to possess the mythical female werewolves of the north. Assuming one can be caught, the female would fetch an astronomical price in the slave market. It is not the unforgiving terrain that slavers fear—it is the spilling of their blood.
-L.H. Parker of Travails of a Budding Author
* image source of wolf from cover of Wolf Totem by Jiang Rong - read more about the wolves of Inner Mongolia in this book
* click wee (above) to enter the giveaway for Howling at the Moon by Karen MacInerney - book prize courtesy of Random House - Thanks to Ali!
* part of Werewolf Weekend (see schedule)