The Broken World - Magician's Wolf - Part 3

Magician's Wolf - Part 3

Clara awoke in a strange place. Still a wolf, she could smell strange odors in the room with her lupine nose. She shook her head trying to clear her vision. As the world began to focus around her, distinct images began to take shape, stone walls, large cubbies around the room filled with straw and meat, and three large dogs staring at her.

Clara whined. Dogs, large dogs. They eyed her hungrily. She began to edge backward, to put as much distance between herself and them as possible. Her heart raced wildly.

The Magician had said she was taking her to his castle so she could stay in his kennel. He was unaware of the curse that had been placed on her human self, making her a wolf as long as she did not have a cock stuffed in her. He treated her like a wolf, even worse, like dog, when she was neither. Now his dogs stared at her, unsure of this new canine. She got the distinct impression that she was unwelcome and that the situation might turn violent at any second. She wanted to go home, she wanted Peter.

Long ago, before she met Peter, when she had been alone, unable to get a man to fuck her as a wolf and unwilling to let other wolves mate with her, she ended up roaming the world as a wolf. Unable to survive as a lone wolf she would temporarily join wolf packs to survive. The influence had made her even more like a wolf. She had actually felt her humanity slip away. But then, in between packs, she had met Peter and her humanity had come rushing back.

But now it seemed she was to spend a long time with canines again. Peter didn't even know what happened to her, what if he returned home and thought she had abandoned him? What if he never came for her? What if she was to forever be a wolf? What if Peter abandoned her? Clara began to panic.

One of the dogs let out a loud growl. He approached Clara, a suspicious look in his eye. She froze, afraid of the oversized beast. His monstrous nose began to sniff at her body, analyzing the scent every inch of her body gave off. She simply stood still.

Finally he ended his long examination. He crept up and mounted her. The action startled Clara. The large dog's front paws rested on her back and the head of his large cock found its way to her vaginal entrance.

God, no, Clara screamed to herself. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. The magician had planned it all along, she had been brought here to be mated to his dogs!

Clara tried to wrench herself free of the large dog but it growled loudly in anger. Its two companions took up the growl, revealing their sharp teeth, filling the room with the scary sounds of maddened beasts threatening harm. The sound caused Clara to stop in fear, her body unable to move.

The dog behind her thrust forward, sending his oversized cock into her wolfen cunt. Almost instantly Clara felt her body transform from wolf to human. She screamed as the large dog cock stretched the walls of her human sized vagina.

The dog, sensing the transformation, paused and was surprised to find himself fucking a blonde woman and not a wolf. But rather than be dismayed, the dog seemed overjoyed and began to pound Clara's cunt with enthusiasm.

The other dogs stared at the blonde woman their friend was fucking. She was beautiful with an modest bosom, her face a mixture of pain, sorrow, and fear. They scrambled forward, each racing the other for the chance to stick their cock in her mouth.

These oversized dogs had once been human and their human tastes remained the same. While they did not relish fucking a female wolf, though their master had commanded them to, they were only to eager to fuck a desirable woman.

For Clara the experience brought back memories of when she had first met Peter. She had been overpowered by another wolf and forced to mate with him. This of course brought about her transformation and she had soon found herself the rape victim of a wolf. Then Peter had found and saved her. Peter learned of her curse and didn't care, never once treating her like a freak or making her feel like a wolf, taking care of her like she was his wife.

But Peter was far away and couldn't save her now.

Another dog shoved its foul tasting cock in her mouth while the one working her pussy showed no signs of relenting. Clara began to cry.

---

Peter was having woman problems. He shouldn't have been, he had a wife waiting for him back in his large cabin in the forbidden woods. Well, almost a wife, a woman he loved as much as a wife.

So he felt particularly guilty about the tall Amazon bandit that was holding on to his arm. Aethis was as giddy as a lovesick little girl, although she sure as hell didn't look like one. Ever since that night when they had fucked, the Amazon kept talking about how they were meant for each other. Peter was a bit apprehensive about that. He wasn't completely sure but he might have been raped.

Aethis didn't seem to worry about such matters. She had found a man worthy to be her mate. She walked proudly next to Peter down the dirt path to Lorit City, holding on to her beloved's arm.

"I hope our first child is a girl," Aethis said.

The statement caused Peter to flinch. He wasn't sure how to tell Aethis that it wouldn't work out. Ever since her ordeal in the city near the forbidden woods she had been pretty unstable emotionally, a confrontation like that could destroy her.

"It will be a strong girl," Aethis continued. "She will have my physical strength and your courage."

God, thought Peter, what if she's already pregnant? They had only spent the one night fucking but that might have been enough. What would he do? What would Clara do? Even if Aethis wasn't pregnant, how would Clara respond to him fucking another woman? Had he already destroyed his chances of true happiness with the woman he loved?

"Peter?"

Peter snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh? What?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Clara." Peter flinched again. He hadn't meant to say that, it just slipped out. God, what would the damage be on Aethis' emotional state?

Aethis didn't seemed phased in the slightest. "Hmm. Yes. We'll have to kill her."

Peter stopped walking. "What?"

"We'll have to kill her. You're just invested too much in her. You'll need to make a complete break, so she needs to die. Then we can live together free of any feelings for other people."

That's when Peter realized that he nothing he could say would break the delicate balance of Aethis' sanity, it was already broken. The only thing that he could do was aggravate or placate her. Poor thing.

"Shh," Peter whispered. "I think I hear something up ahead."

Aethis tensed, straining to hear. She took a cautious step forward. And then another.

Peter took out his rifle and brought it down against the back of Aethis' head.

---

Aethis woke slowly, a splitting headache seeming to cover her body. She was lying down... on a table. The texture of the wood was obvious against her naked back. She could feel the air on her skin. She was naked. She opened her eyes, allowing the light to painfully enter. Everything was blurry.

"Where am I?" she asked softly.

"You are in the HQ at Lorit," said a voice, amplified by Aethis' headache into a thundering call causing her head to reverberate.

So Aethis had been brought to the Amazon Bandit HQ. Whatever attacked them must not have been after death.

"Where's Peter?" Aethis asked.

"He has gone."

Despite the overwhelming pain Aethis tried to sit up but found her body secured to the table with rope. She strained against it to no avail. She had to get to Peter, explain to him that the Amazon Bandit code wouldn't let him into the building but that he was still wanted. She had to get to him before he decided to write her off. Before he forgot about her.

"Do not struggle," said the voice. It was calm and soothing, probably a healer. "You have been through an ordeal. Allow me to attend to you."

Aethis' vision cleared and she saw the healer more clearly. Just as all healers she was blonde, with long hair falling behind her down to the waist, braided into a long ponytail. The healer uniform consisted of a white leather g-sting attached to a white collar around her neck by means of a long, white strap. The strap lay taught down her midsection, forming a thin line between her naked breasts just as her pony tail formed a line down her back.

The healer placed a hand on Aethis' breast and squeezed gently, sending a jolt of excitement down the bound Amazon's spine. The healer's other hand cupped Aethis' cunt, supple fingers massaging the bandit's sex, sending waves of pleasure through the nerves of her body. Aethis shivered as the healer continued her unending onslaught of sexual stimulation.

The healer showed no emotion as she worked on her patient. Years of healer training had been programmed into the woman, these sort of things were routine. Her fingers canvassed the flesh of her nude patient, using the skills she had been taught to pleasure the Amazon bandits. She felt nothing, she was nothing more than a healer, her only purpose to bring pleasure to real Amazons. She was little more than a tool.

The healer could feel the bandit stiffen as her body orgasmed. The moan of pleasure, different than the many the healer had heard through the years, it had a tinge of grief. The healer did not relent in her attentions even though her patient had reached orgasm. She could not until the patient had shouted the shout of pure joy.

Experienced hands continued to stimulate Aethis' breasts and cunt. The healer continued her assault, playing with the clitoris, gently squeezing the nipples, lightly brushing the sensitive lining inside the vagina, her hand moving with rapid thrusts into the orifice that had become the blonde woman's only reason for existence.

"Peter..." moaned Aethis with regret as she succumbed to the abyss of overwhelming pleasure.

---

It was run down. The house looked like it would collapse with a slight breeze. And it was small, much smaller than his own house. It couldn't have more than three rooms, Peter thought to himself.

Lorit was nothing like the city near the forbidden woods. While that city had been able to escape the second Dark Ages and keep its technology Lorit was a shambles. Too far away for a Lord to care for them and not close enough for the city to give a damn, Lorit was a lost city. Its inhabitants knew it and had set up their own town government. And to attend to their magical needs they had a witch.

It was this witch's house that was so in a shambles. Clara had told Peter that it was an illusion, meant to keep out any but those who were determined to gain help. Peter could see how such a trick could work, he loathed to knock on the door for fear that the whole house would collapse. Mentally shrugging his shoulders he carefully let his hand wrap on the door.

The door felt solid, it was solid. It was just as Clara said, the shabbiness of the house was a false image. Peter knocked on the door and waited.

"One minute," a cracked voice said softly.

The door opened to reveal an old man. A really old man in a butler's uniform. There didn't seem to be an inch of him that wasn't covered in wrinkles. He was small and hunched over.

"May I help you?" he asked in a tired whisper.

"Um, I'm here to see the witch," Peter said.

"This way," intoned the man. He turned and began to walk away. Peter followed him through the house. Now that he was inside it seemed bigger. Probably a magic thing.

Peter was led to a room in the back of the house. He was shown in and the old man left, closing the door behind him. Peter's gaze was instantly drawn to a beautiful blonde woman in her thirties sitting in the middle of the room. She was tall with a pronounced chin, delicate features, and bobbed hair. She wore a conservative gray business suit. Overall she looked very professional, similar to a business executive. Her eyes regarded him over a pair of small reading glasses. She closed the book in her lap and took off her glasses.

"May I help you?" she asked calmly.

"Ah, yes, are you the witch?"

"Yes I am."

"I'm here about Clara."

"Who?"

"The woman you cursed," Peter clarified. "She turns into a wolf if she doesn't have a cock in her?"

"Ah yes. The slut."

Peter flinched. "Clara," he said sternly.

"What about her?"

"Well, if you wouldn't mind, could you remove the curse?"

The witch gave him an odd look, trying to figure out who he was. Her brow wrinkled as she began to ponder her visitor. It was obvious she never expected anyone to come to her about Clara, especially not to remove any curse.

"No," said the witch.

Peter hesitated. He had expected some problems with this endeavor, but he was unsure how to proceed.

"Do you want to know why?" asked the witch.

Peter nodded.

"Back when Clara was working for me she had an affair with my husband."

"No she didn't," Peter protested. "You just thought she did. She told me all about it. She said she..."

"She fucked him," The witch interrupted angrily. "Don't be a fool, they fucked. I know. I caught them together. His dick was in her cunt. They had been planning to run away together. For that they must be punished."

Peter was silent. He let this new information gel in his mind. Clara had fucked the witch's husband. She had been with another man. He never brought it up, he knew she had fucked before they met. (Hell, the first time he saw her she had a wolf's cock in her.) He always knew that she probably had other lovers, men she fucked and loved, before they had met as well. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind he had hoped that he was the first. But it was an unrealistic expectation and he knew it. Just because he was raised in isolation didn't mean that she had to be too. No, what really hurt about this was that she had been planning to run away with the witch's husband. From what Clara had said the witch mistakenly thought Clara was trying to steal her husband, that the curse had been unjust. She had lied to him. Shit.

"How do you know?" he asked unsteadily.

"I saw them," the witch repeated angrily. "I said that."

"No, how do you know they were planning to run away together?"

The witch tapped her forehead. "I read their thoughts. Damn slut thought she could steal him from me. Taught her though. No one crosses me and gets away with it."

"What about him? Why didn't you punish him?"

"What makes you think I didn't. I turned him into a bug. I think a bird ate him."

Peter stared at her. Was she that cold or was did her husband's betrayal hurt her that bad? He didn't dare to ask her. Besides, he wasn't sure how he felt about Clara's betrayal. Should he still try to get her cure or just let her stay a wolf? And then what? Cast her out of his house, keep her as a wolf? God, it was just so confusing.

---

Marlos burst into the kennel. He had been in his study when he had heard another scream. He thought he had solved his problem by bringing his dogs that wolf bitch. They were supposed to fuck her, not find some woman to rape. Christ, did he have to cut off their dicks to get them to stop?

He looked down at them from the doorway atop the stairs. His guess had been right, they were raping some blonde woman. He snapped his fingers and they all crumpled to dust. Before his eyes the woman transformed into a wolf. Not just a wolf, the wolf, the one he had taken from the hermit's cabin. Shit. He read the wolf magically. She had a curse, that explained it.

He thought of the spell and removed it. Bright light whirled around her and exploded. With the last explosion her curse was lifted and in the middle of the room stood an incredibly beautiful naked blonde woman. She looked at him surprised. Marlos smiled, she was beautiful, her body near perfection. He stared, fascinated by her breasts. She must have noticed for she collapsed to the ground into a ball, hiding herself.

Later, in the drawing room, after she had been clothed (he regretted that but it wouldn't do to have her think him a lecher) he had gotten the whole story out of her. About the mistaken witch who thought Clara was trying to steal her husband, about the curse, and about how she had moved in with Peter. She didn't mention how she had met Peter though. Still that was her choice.

"A very interesting story," Marlos commented. "You certainly have been through many hardships."

"Yes," Clara agreed. "But I still don't understand how you reversed my curse."

"Are you glad I did?"

"God yes, it feels great to be human again."

"Then I'm glad as well. It was a simple spell. Once I figured out you had a curse I just ended it."

"Thank you. Even if it was a simple spell. Oh I can't wait until Peter gets home. He'll be so happy and I can be with him and not be that damn wolf."

"You're going back then?" asked the wizard disappointed.

"Of course."

"I see."

"What?"

"Well, I thought that you were only with him because he was willing to turn you human by fucking a wolf."

"Oh no. It was like that at first but after a while I actually grew fond of him."

"Fond. Is that all?"

"No." Clara paused for a moment. She thought about Peter, visualized him in her mind and felt a flood of feelings overcome her and bathe her soul. "No, I think I love him."

"I see. So why did you send him away to the witch in Lorit, a journey at least a week away, for a cure. Why not just send him to me?"

"I didn't know you were friendly."

The wizard scoffed.

"What?" Clara demanded.

The wizard gazed into her eyes. "I am friendly. But I'm not to sure that you understand that. You're boyfriend on the other hand, he knew I was here. I'm the closest thing he has to a neighbor. And yet he decides to travel for weeks to find a cure for your curse rather than just coming to me. That doesn't sound very friendly does it?"

Clara shook her head absently.

"No, it doesn't. And I wonder why he went on such a long trip. You don't think it could be because of you could it? I mean, maybe he was just sick and tired of you and your wolf body. Maybe he just wanted to get away from you for a few weeks."

Clara thought about it. She didn't want to, but the seed was planted in her mind. Did Peter not want her? But she was human now, completely human. They could be together all the time now. No, she was sure, as long as she was human Peter wouldn't be leaving her ever again. It was the wolf that Peter hated, not her. He could see it in his eyes, when he saw the wolf he was repulsed. But when he looked into Clara's eyes there was nothing but love. Now she and him would be together forever.

"Oh, one thing," said Marlos. "The counter spell isn't permanent."

"What?" shrieked Clara.

"Yeah. Until I get to know the spell that cursed you I can't come up with a permanent counter- spell. Your curse will come back at the end of twenty-four hours."

Clara could feel Peter slipping away already. "How long until you can...?"

"A year, at least," said Marlos automatically.

A year. A year until she would be cured. Peter wouldn't wait that long. IF he was truly sick of her wolf form then there was no way he would endure another year of it. No way at all.

"Cheer up," said Marlos. "Maybe your boyfriend will get the cure from that witch."

Fat chance, thought Clara. The witch hated her. There was no way in hell she would help Clara, not to mention take off the curse she herself had put on her.

"You know," said Marlos. "You could stay here with me."

"What?"

"At least until Peter comes back from his trip. I'll keep using the temporary counter spell to keep you human until then. If you want though, you can stay here until I can come up with a permanent cure. With you here at the castle it would only take six months. By then the temporary spell should be ineffective, but you'll be cured so it won't matter."

"Can Peter stay too?"

"I don't know if he would. He is a hermit."

"Oh. Yeah," Clara mumbled. She wondered what she should do. Go back to the cabin with Peter, where he would get sick of her and cast her out, leaving her a wolf for the rest of her life, or stay here as a human but without Peter. Both scenarios left her without Peter, but in one she was a wolf... but at least she was with Peter for a little while longer.

God, did she really love him that much, that she would forsake her humanity for just a short time with him? It was insane! Truly insane! She hated being a wolf, despised it more than anything else in the world. Here she had a chance to be human and she was thinking of giving it up for a man.

Completely insane.

"Let me think about it," she said.

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The witch had asked Peter to sit. Peter politely refused, pointing out that the only chair in the room was the one the witch sat in. She stood but he remained standing, claiming he didn't want to impose. After a couch had appeared out of thin air and he obliged her wishes.

"Tell me something," said the witch as she pulled a book from a shelf on the left wall. "How much do you really know about Clara?"

"I don't know. Enough. She doesn't really remember much after the year as a wolf."

The witch laughed. "I'm sure she doesn't. I keep forgetting how good that spell is."

"It's not funny."

"Not to you. I think it's great. Then she hasn't told you about how before she worked she shacked up with some knight over in one of the Nodi countries."

"No."

"It didn't work out. She was with him only because he was the only one in her city with a big house. Come to think of it, that's why she tried to steal my husband. He was a pretty powerful wizard and offered her anything she wanted. They didn't count on my power though."

"Why are you telling me this."

"Isn't it obvious. I'm trying to establish the pattern for you. She fucks people because of what they can give her. She did it with the knight and she did it with my husband. Now she's moved on to you. Mind you she's her reasons have changed."

Peter began to fidget. "What?"

"You are fucking her aren't you. I mean you have to be or else she wouldn't be able to tell you these things. Your cock must be in her constantly."

"A fair amount of time," Peter agreed, embarrassed.

"Right. Well she's fucking you so that she can be human. Before it was for comfort or power but now its just so she can hold on to her humanity. Come on, don't tell me the thought hasn't occurred to you before."

"She brought it up once. She said that at first that was the reason but that it wasn't like that anymore. She loves me now."

"Right. Okay. Sure. Whatever. I'm sure she fell in love with you despite the fact that you were the only man in a year who was willing to shove his cock up some wolf's pussy. Let me guess, she said that the fact that the one turning her human was you was a bonus to humanity."

"Yeah."

"Thought so. It's a line, Peter. A line, nothing more. Look at you, you came all this way just to get a cure for her curse. Do you really think she'll stay around once she's cured?"

"She will," Peter whispered, barley audible. "She loves me."

"Please. What can you offer her? She'll have her humanity, the only thing you could offer her that no one else could. Once she's got that she won't need you anymore. Don't delude yourself."

"But I love her."

"How much? Enough to lose her just so she'll be happy? Enough to give her what she wants even though she'll throw you away like a used tissue? Because that's what she'll do. She'll find someone else who can fulfil her new wants and fuck him. Can you really cure her knowing that you'll go back to an empty house while her cunt gets reamed by some landowner or she has her mouth engorged around a knight's prick?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I can't stand to see her unhappy."

"God you've got it bad. Okay so maybe you love her, but don't you dare think for a damn minute that she loves you. She doesn't love, she uses, she fucks, she sucks, she takes it up the ass, but she does not love. She's like a hermit crab, taking whatever's convenient and suits her needs. Once she outgrows it she moves on."

"I see it in her eyes."

"See it in her eyes," the witch spit out. "Right, that's genuine. Do you know how easy that is to fake?"

Peter looked at her skeptically. The witch sighed and threw the book in her hand onto her chair. With a snap of her fingers both their clothes disappeared. She walked up to him, her hips swaying seductively, her breasts making alight bounces with each step. The sight of her delicious body caused Peter's cock to start stiffening.

She straddled his lap, slowly lowering her cunt onto his cock. Carefully she slid the whole of his cock into her hole until she sat on his legs, his entire tool filling her sopping cunt. She began to fuck him franticly, rising and falling on his pole, her body slapping against his legs with a loud clap. At once she began to cry out in pleasure, releasing a primal moan of ecstasy as Peter's cock was plunged into her body in rhythm with his grunts as she worked his cock like a woman possessed.

The witch hugged Peter's face to her breasts, allowing her nipples to tickle his features as they bounced in motion with her constant movement. Peter breathed in the sweet aroma of her sweaty flesh. Unable to see anything except her breasts he focused on her stiff nipples as they bounced so closely to his face. The witch's skilled movements brought him closer and closer to pure bliss with each descent her cunt made down his manhood. From his engulfed position in the witch's bosom he could hear her shouting loudly.

"Oh god! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Gimme your cock! Please!"

Obviously she was reaching a climax. As the witches cunt continued to squeeze at Peter's cock, milking it for all it was worth, Peter could feel one approach as well. Soon his body began to tingle as his body clenched up and released a flush of sperm into the witch's cunt, coating the walls of her vagina with the gooey seed.

The witch slowly made one last slide down Peter's slowly softening cock, juices from both heir bodies seeping from her cunt. She lay herself on Peter's chest and looked up at him with a smile. He looked down at her, her eyes sparkling with some odd cheeriness.

"I love you," she whispered.

Peter suddenly panicked. First Aethis and now this. What the fuck was he going to...

The witch snapped her fingers and suddenly they were both clothed and she was sitting in the chair she had been in when he first entered the room. The book she had tossed there was on her lap and she looked at him smiling.

"Like I said, easy to fake. By the way, where the fuck was the foreplay?"

---

It took time for Clara to come to terms with being human again. She wasn't quite used to walking around without someone behind, her with his cock in her ass. But after a few days she began to remember what it was like to live not being impaled on a cock. It was refreshing to live like she had used to. The last couple of years were beginning to disappear from her mind like a bad dream.

Still it felt as though something were missing, more than just the cock in her ass. For some reason she just couldn't get over Peter. Clara couldn't understand it, no man had gotten to her like this. She had loved before but when that love began to interfere with her life she was able to move on. And this was the ultimate interference. If she stayed with the magician she could be human permanently in six months. But if she went back to Peter she would lose that chance.

Peter or humanity, the choice was obvious. So why couldn't she just choose? She wanted to be human more than anything else in the world. Right? Could it be that she wanted Peter even more? No, impossible. She had left Gordon when he lost his knighthood despite their love, why was this any different?

She knew she should just stop thinking about Peter. She should live with the magician, fuck him, and then leave when she was cured. It was a plan, a good plan, a sensible plan. Because really, what was more important, to be human or silly puppy love? She loved being human. And for the chance to be human twenty-four/seven she would do anything.

Peter had nothing to offer her now. He was just a hermit who had helped her out during a hard time. For that she would always be thankful but she had to look at her future. And in that future she had to be free. A human who could move around without a cock constantly filling one of her holes. Marlos could offer that, Peter couldn't.

---

On his way home Peter passed by the Amazon HQ. He wondered what had happened to Aethis. He felt a little guilty for what he had done to her but she really was in better hands now. The Amazons could help the bandit heal her emotional scars far better than he ever could. He paused to pay silent tribute to his former travelling companion.

That done he moved on. The total trip back home took two weeks, in which time he saved some children from a bog monster, helped an elf maiden (he did not fuck her) find her lover, and helped a shape-shifter find sanctuary in a monastery. Through it all he kept special care of a book that the witch had given him. She didn't explain why it was so important, only that it was.

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Clara lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She had told Marlos of her intentions to stay with him. He was overjoyed. She did require him to sign a contract though, stating that she would stay for six months and he would cure her curse by the end of that time. Almost immediately he began to make mild sexual advances. No matter, she had been expecting them. She fell to her knees at the first mention.

Reaching into his robes Clara pulled out Marlos' large member. She took it in her mouth, covering only the head at first. She playfully teased it with her tongue, causing his already stiff cock to harden like concrete. Her head began to bob on his rod, gradually taking inch after inch of his cock into her mouth until she had the accommodated the whole thing.

Her mouth making an ring around his cock she began to suck on his cock, her tongue licking the entire length of his shaft. Her head nodded, or it seemed to, as she began to pleasure Marlos orally.

---

When Peter got home the door was open. Cautiously Peter pushed it open all the way. When no one attacked he shouted "Attack 01!" The interior of the house was bathed with a green light.

A mechanical voice intoned ",No intruders detected."

The light faded and Peter walked into his house confidently. "Clara," he called.

There was no response.

"Clara," he shouted again, unsure. No response. Methodically Peter searched the house for the wolfen form of the woman he had grown to love. He could find no trace of her. Finally on the kitchen table he found two notes.

The first read

Dear Hermit,

I am Marlos the Magician, your neighbor in the forbidden woods. Know that I have taken it upon myself to care for your wolf until your return. I have a very large property with a kennel. I am sure that she will be more than happy with me. I await your return.

-Marlos

The second note read

Dear Peter,

As you may have noticed I'm not home. When I was at Marlos' castle he learned of my curse. He found a way to cure me. He knows a way to make me human. But for it to be permanent I need to live with him for six months. I know you know that my greatest wish in the world was to become human again and I hope you'll be happy that I'm on my way to reaching my goal. I'm sorry that you had to travel to the witch for nothing, but I'm sure she's told you about my past so I know you aren't as sorry that I left as you might once have been. Still I want you to know I love you, but I need to be human. I'm sorry it had to turn out like this.

-Love, Clara

Once he had finished reading the second note Peter let it fall from his hand onto the table. Shakily he sat down, unaware of his surroundings. Absently he placed the book on the table in front of him.

As he sat there the book opened itself. Peter looked at it, blinking many times, still in shock at Clara's departure. The witch had been right all along. What a fool he was.

On the first page of the book, written in gold ink were the words "Lookie Gooki Rookie."

"Lookie Gooki Rookie," Peter repeated unable to think of anything else to do.

The book exploded in a maelstrom of light and smoke. When the chaos was over, and Peter could see again, the book was gone, as was his kitchen table. In its place was a small vial of a pale blue liquid. It looked like the window cleaner he used sometimes. Next to it was a small piece of paper that read ",Sometimes life really just sucks."

The End

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