The Missouri shoreline was littered with wreckage and zombie parts. Slade and Sarah held on to to their furry life raft as he swam to shore. The young wolf deposited his humans into the sand then become a boy again, huffing and puffing from exhaustion.
Slade removed Sarah’s gag.
“Why…why did you call me…”
Sapped of all her strength, Slade’s bride passed out.
“Oh God,” Slade said. “She’s dead.”
Miles looked at Sarah. “She’s fine. I can see her breathing.”
“No,” the lawman said. “Bonnie.”
“Oh,” Miles replied.
The boy sniffed the air. “She’s fine too.”
Slade shook his head in disbelief. “How could you possibly…”
Miles shrugged his shoulders. “My nose knows.”
Slade grabbed hold of Sarah’s limp body and hoisted it over his shoulder.
“Come on!” Slade shouted at the boy.
“You’re going to have a lot of explaining to do aren’t you?” Miles asked just before he returned to wolf form.
“Yeah, yeah,” Slade said as he climbed up on the werewolf’s back. He held Sarah close with his left hand and clutched a clump of fur with his right. “Mind your own business, fur ball.”
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star wars. Are you gonna have him say laugh it up furball later?
It can’t be an homage?
I don’t know…it sort of had to be addressed that mikes was aware that Slade was a philanderer
I couldn’t think of another way
I liked it.
There could be a continuation of the dog monster vs werewolf joke. Maybe he calls him a werewolf and he’s amazed he didn’t have to correct him. I don’t know.
We’re slowly getting there. I have a fun idea for setting up what happens to Miles going forward.
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