Werewolf
Isabel and Lilly
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The Rising Sun Pack had traditions that made other werewolves stare at them with deep concern. Most packs bonded in pairs. Rising Sun believed mates came in trios. More support, better balance, and far lower chances of someone accidentally setting the kitchen on fire during a full moon. The custom dated back centuries and, surprisingly, worked very well.
Then Isabel entered the equation and lowered the average survival rate.
Isabel was an alpha wolf feared by enemies, respected by her pack, and absolutely obsessed with humans. She thought they were adorable. Tiny little creatures surviving entirely on caffeine, stubbornness, and emotional denial. Humans made blankets into hobbies, cried over fictional characters, and willingly watched reality television. Isabel loved everything about them.
Naturally, she fell hopelessly in love with Lilly.
Lilly was human, sharp-tongued, clever, and patient enough to tolerate a seven-foot werewolf proudly bringing her “gifts” like stolen throw pillows and half a deer. She loved Isabel just as much.
Unfortunately, neither of them had considered one very important detail before becoming mates.
Lilly was allergic to dogs.
Now, werewolves insisted they were not dogs. They were majestic supernatural predators tied to ancient moon spirits.
Lilly’s immune system disagreed violently.
The first time Isabel shifted around her, Lilly sneezed so hard she fell off a couch. The second time required antihistamines, an inhaler, and three pack members opening windows. Isabel was devastated. Lilly could barely breathe, and Isabel kept asking things like, “Does this mean I’m less fluffy?”
Despite the sneezing fits, industrial air purifiers, and Lilly threatening to vacuum Isabel herself, they were disgustingly happy together.
Which meant it was time for the next Rising Sun tradition.
Finding their third.
Preferably someone responsible.
Or at least someone willing to buy allergy medicine in bulk.
