Rogue Werewolf
Clarisse was dumbfounded as she realized it was actually Jerry outside her bathroom window. She didn’t think of him at all since the last time she saw him as she left the manor for the imperial palace. Brielle hadn’t mentioned him too in their previous calls, so she naturally forgot he even existed.
Jerry had been an annoyance to them when he turned against Clarisse in her bid to contact the Werewolf King. Why did he show up now of all the time and place to be? Clarisse was a bit apprehensive.
‘What does he want now?’ she wondered.
“Madam, please don’t be afraid,” Jerry said.
His voice has somehow strangely changed since she last saw him. It was as if the Jerry she knew has changed too. He shifted from the window, and the back of his left shoulder is the only thing Clarisse could see.
‘Perhaps he didn’t want me to think that he was a peeping tom.’
“What are you doing outside my bathroom window, Jerry?” she asked, “Don’t you think this is a bit inappropriate?”