He had his doctorate and was a wererat. Just by touching the beard, I knew his hair would be soft, that nothing on his body would be harsh or wiry. I'll tell them we're alright. I stood up and fished in my jacket pocket for my cell phone.
I wanted to keep him safe. I don't know, maybe. Part of me knew that blood would be like a scalding wave in my mouth. You're saying the blood oath makes this impossible? Not impossible, but harder.
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