Miley falls to the ground, her pure white fur crumpled against the dusty floor. She is breathing heavily, but me and Donald make no move to help her.
"Leave. Now," I growl out, my wolf snout twisting into a snarl. Miley whimpers in fear at my aggressive tone of voice.
"He said get out!!" Donald shouts, and Miley scurries out of the house, her paws slip slip sliding over the wood. The door slams shut behind her, and I take a deep breath. Extending my wolf limbs, I scream as I turn back into Obama. Donald joins me.
He walks up behind me, and rests his head on my shoulder.
"Are you ready, Barrack?" he asks me, his voice so low and gravelly my heart thumps like a rabbit.
"For what, Donald?" my head shifts back to gaze into his orbs.
"To be truly happy," he replies, and I aggressively turn around and kiss him.
THE END!!
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The Tail of Maximus the Alpha Wolf
WerewolfBeware, this is my cruel backstory, and you may want to turn back now, before the howls get to you.
