Nothing To Howl At

There was a touch of emotion in her sexy voice. I didn't know what to think of that. Emotion was not her shtick, she was a cold, calculating succubus. Even if she was hot bodied. What now? I was kind of at loose ends if I couldn't be a werewolf anymore.

"I think I'll go over and see Vlad. He should be up by now. It's after sundown."

"Harold, don't pour your troubles all over the Count. He's got his own troubles."

"How so?"

"He's getting old, too. He went to see the mad doctor of Fleet Street. The doctor pulled some teeth, but the Count is worried because he can't see what the doctor did to him."

"He can look in the mirror," I said. "That's pretty obvious."





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