The Werewolf of My Dreams
by Simply Romance
Karl Darkstone was riding his Harley through the desert, when he rode upon a small, quaint town he'd never seen before. He was a werewolf looking for love.
He saw a house and a barn, but the woman wasn't there. His nose detected a familiar scent; she was near. Karl dismounted the bike, walked up to the door, knocked. The woman opened it and looked at him. "My name is Karl," he said.