Chapter 1
Deep in the woods lives a rugged pack of Werewolves. While many packs have moved into houses hidden amongst humans, this pack remains wild. The Alphas of the pack were a kind and competitive duo mom and dad to 10 kids. Seven of the kids have since grown up. This story? This is the story of the second oldest kid, Zibby.
Zibby is a rather potato-shaped fellow. Despite his long skinny arms and legs, the rest of his body is lumpy and round like a potato. His head is decorated with chin length straight light green hair. His half-moon shaped eyes are a beautiful turquoise like his mother’s.
Now, then, Zibby has no sense of style. Zibby is frequently seen sporting a ripped gray half neck shirt (let’s face it, it’s hard to keep a shirt from getting ripped when you are a Werewolf) with a yellow orange vest. He has a rather pig-like nose, but his flesh is a smooth light brown that’s rather nice to look at (like, HOW does a Werewolf keep his skin so perfect when they are always rough-housing?!). His teeth are MOSTLY perfect, but he has one snaggle tooth on the top that juts out of his mouth even when he tries to keep his mouth completely closed.
Zibby’s been so well cared for. He hardly even has to help hunt as everyone brings back enough prey as is. (Human or otherwise. Food is food.) Life here in the woods is safe, comfortable… Zibby has EVERYTHING he could ever want…except for a mate. A wolf does not take their own sibling as a mate; that is typically frowned upon. Instead, when the time comes and the urge becomes too strong to bare, one must leave their pack and find a mate elsewhere.
“Mom? Dad? I think it’s time I move out,” Zibby announces one morning.
“Move out? Now why would you want to do a thing like that? Have we not given you everything you could ever desire?” Zibby’s father asks, looking disappointed.
“You’ve given me a lot, sure, but I want a mate,” Zibby says. “I saw this advertisement recently. There’s this gorgeous Wyfwolf seeking a mate, and she’s RICH!”
“One should be careful and think things through… For if one goes through life leaping before looking, one is bound to leap right into a pit…and then there may be nobody to save you,” Zibby’s mother replies.
“It would be safer to stay here in the woods with us. After all, what kind of respectable Wyfwolf takes out an advertisement for herself in order to find a mate?” Zibby’s father asks with a scoff.
“I understand your concern, but I am a grown man, and I want to take this woman as my mate,” Zibby says.
“Well, I see we cannot dissuade you… Come back and visit some time, okay?” Zibby’s father asks.
“And remember, Zibby… We love you! All of us do!” Zibby’s mother says, sniffling.
The rest of the pack approaches. Everyone gives Zibby a hug. The middle child, a brother, hugs Zibby the tightest. Then, Zibby is sent off with a small bag of supplies.
“Goodbye, Zibby… I’ll always remember you…” child 5 calls out.
“Goodbye, Clemmo… You were always my favorite brother, but don’t tell the others I said that. Hah hah!” Zibby calls back, grinning one last time at his little brother.
Zibby picks his way through the woods for miles. After some time, he comes across a lovely house hidden in the woods marked with the address the advertisement noted. The house is surrounded by a short dark fence. In fact, any Werewolf could easily leap over that fence in their wolf form. Perhaps, then, the fence is just to keep humans out. The tops of the fence posts are rounded to prevent skewering.
Zibby presses a button on the gate post. A bell resounds as a result. Out comes Lady Davli, the lonely owner of this here house. She’s a bit tall and very round. Her belly looks like she’s swallowed a big round watermelon.
Lady Davli has light brown skin, about the same shade as Zibby’s. Her hair is short and dark, separated into little distinct rows. Her chin is very pointy so that combined with her sharp cheek bones forms the letter ‘V’. Her eyes are a deep pumpkin orange and, one look into them, you can tell she means business.
Currently, Lady Davli is dressed in a long purple shirt that is tight along her chest and belly. Her shoulders are exposed as her shirt has the shoulder pieces cut out. Then, just below the arm pits, she is wearing some sort of tight upper arm bracelets. She’s very beautiful, but she’s exuding an intimidating aura.
“Wow… Greetings! I saw your ad you posted?” Zibby says, holding up the poster.
“Oh, did you?” Lady Davli asks, leaning down a bit, causing her cleavage to show.
“Y-yes! I’ve been thinking about commuting to a relationship for awhile, and then I saw you were also looking for a husband?” Zibby says, palms a bit sweaty.
“Aren’t you a cutie? Okay, well, I want to be fully transparent with you… I’m not going to just marry any ol’ man who comes a ringing. If you really want to marry me, I have…a contract…of sorts,” Lady Davli says, holding up a few pages stapled together and a pen. “Read it carefully. If you’re not up to it-”
“I’m signing my name on that line!” Zibby exclaims, grabbing the paper and pen.
“READ the contract,” Lady Davli prompts, looking a bit annoyed. “I didn’t type up all these rules and agreements just to have them ignored!”
“Okay, I’ll read, but surely I can handle whatever it is,” Zibby says and skims through the text. “Free housing, food, and a comfortable bed? AND you are beautiful? Yeah, sign me up!”
“Okay, well, a deal is a deal. You sign, you get to be my husband…among other things,” Lady Davli says, watching Zibby eagerly sign his name on the line.
“You have no idea how much this means to me!” Zibby says.
“Well, baby boy. Congrats on your marriage. You are now MINE!” Lady Davli says and kisses Zibby on the lips.
“My life now has meaning!” Zibby exclaims with a happy sigh.
