So, you got yourself a pet werewolf, but you didn’t think this through and now you’re wondering just what you got yourself into and now you’ve no idea what do to. Don’t fret because caring for your werewolf might be easier than you think!
First of all, is said werewolf secured? Like, in a cage or chained up in a basement or something? Because you can’t just let that creature roam free. A fence, you say? No, that won’t do…unless you don’t like your neighbors. Wait, no, never mind that. Definitely make sure your werewolf is safely contained.
Werewolves enjoy the finer things, however, so you can decorate and provide squeaky toys and maybe a plush bed. They may be animals, but they’re not animals.
Next, you want to make sure your pet has plenty of food. Werewolves eat a lot, and you can’t just throw dog food in there and expect them to be happy. If you don’t want to end up as their next meal, you should find some good quality food. Sure, you could let your werewolf out to find its own food, but it probably won’t come back. The local animal shelter won’t be too thrilled with your pet neglect…if they survive.
Like the T-Rex, werewolves prefer to hunt, and this is where it gets tricky. See, that means you’ve got to find live food for it. I hope you’re a morally gray person. A hot tip is to lure your enemies to your house and then lock them in the same room as your pet. How you do this is up to you but inviting them to dinner always works. Just don’t tell them what’s actually for dinner and who’s eating it.
If your werewolf doesn’t take care of itself, you’ll want to groom it. Make sure to get a sturdy brush since their hair is usually coarse and thick. Past that, I have no advice because you’re probably not going to survive the ordeal if I’m being honest.
Finally, and this is something very few werewolf owners think about, your goodest boy or girl is only going to be a werewolf for a fraction of the time. If they’re not in werewolf form, then you end up with just some dude or lady in a cage in your basement which, when you think about it, is pretty disturbing.
Try not to let this eat at you too much. They’ll beg and plead to get you to let them out but, remember, they’re your pet. Maybe make sure they have some clothes to wear, though, and remember to feed them human food since humans don’t hunt and eat other humans.
Usually.
Mage Breaker Saga
Book One
Sean R. Frazier
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Creative James Media
Date of Publication: November 28, 2023
ISBN: 978-1-956183-56-6
Number of pages: 350
Word Count: 95,030
Cover Artist: Dark Angel Graphic Design
Tagline: Magic isn’t a gift, it’s a prison.
Book Description:
The planet Seralune runs entirely on magic, a powerful force regulated by an Alien race known as the Kithrak. An ancient prophecy predicts their downfall at the hands of the most powerful mage ever to live.
Ellyne is a gunslinger who reluctantly agrees to assist a woman named Nicole, who is the answer to the prophecy, when the Kithrak discover that Nicole is the Mage Breaker.
Their quest to bring down this powerful threat leads them to the discovery of magic's dark secret. How will they cope when their mission must shift from one focused on their survival to one that must ensure the endurance of the entire human race?
Excerpt:
Ellyne gently closed her eyes and breathed deeply, listening to the man mutter his incantation. His deliberate and careful pronunciations were a stark contrast to Nicole who simply teleported on a whim—as effortless as blinking her eyes. The Kithrak, too, were more skilled at certain types of magic, though their ability came nowhere close to Nicole’s. For a brief moment, Ellyne wondered if Nicole really could have beaten everyone here.It was an interesting thought—a thought that was interrupted by hot, searing pain erupting from every part of her body. She opened her eyes and screamed, feeling as if she would be torn apart.“What’s wrong?” someone asked.“I … I don’t know!” Torval replied. “The spell failed! Why’s she screaming?”“What the hell is going on?” someone else shouted.Ellyne would’ve liked to see the looks on their faces, but she only saw spots across her vision as the pressure within her mounted, came to a head, and burst outward with a deafening explosion.The hands supporting her fell away and she slumped to the ground, her vision dark and her ears ringing. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, her trying not to pass out, and she was fully prepared for someone to hoist her back to her feet and drag her away at any moment.But as her vision began to clear and her hearing returned, she neither saw nor heard movement. There was no magic battle, no shouts or yells, no flashes of light from spells being cast—nothing. The sound of her own breathing was deafening by comparison.As she struggled to her feet, standing on shaky legs, she began to see what transpired and wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be appalled. She staggered forward, stumbling but catching herself on the bench she’d just a few minutes ago used as cover. It was now bent, the metal having been twisted and shattered by the car that fell on it mere moments ago.“It’s like the Metro all over again,” she muttered.
When Sean Frazier was growing up, he never really paid attention to the written word. It wasn't necessarily something he enjoyed at the time. Once he graduated college, however, the spark ignited and he decided to write something and try to get it published. And it was...well, not-so-great. Truly, it wasn't the highest caliber material ever produced. But the spark was still there, even if it was simply buried deep within.
Eventually, that overly-loquacious, meandering work of wordsmithing became his first book, "The Call of Chaos". It took many, many years, but Sean finally rekindled that drive and found that he did, indeed enjoy writing.
When he's not writing, Sean enjoys running, playing video games, and spending time with his family. He is a bona fide Halloween zealot, loves hot wings, is a grand master at telling terrible jokes and, oh, his cat can beat up your cat.(He's a total dork.)
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