Where did that thing go?

You think it might have slipped out of your pocket while you were dragging that beast home, so you turn around, looking for it.

As you turn back around, you feel the cold steel of it against your chest. The wolf, now obviously a man (he probably shifted back because of the lack of full moon light inside your house) is now pretty mad at you, probably because you left a gaping hole in the skin of his forehead.

You manage a feeble smile as your mind races for a worthy outcome of this situation. "I'm sorry that I ... Uhhh ... hurt you", you stammer. "I, uhh, was just trying to protect myself, like any man would." He gives a grudging nod, clearly not in the mood for a kill. You both sit down for a peaceful talk at your kitchen table.

Written by the joker (edited by wanderer)

You continue talking.
Your nerves get to you, and you always sneeze when you are nervous.

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