Crouching Vegan, Hidden Werewolf — MM

About Crouching Vegan, Hidden Werewolf

Author: Sean Michael

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Page Count (pdf): 46

ISBN:  978-1-988377-31-5

Date Published: January 4, 2017

Publisher: Sean Michael

Price: 2.99

Genre: Paranormal

Pairing: MM

Series name and number: n/a

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New to town, werewolf Dark can’t believe there’s a restaurant called The Vegan Werewolf. Even harder to swallow is the fact that the place smells amazing. The food, however, is easy to get down – it’s some of the best he’s ever had and that’s saying a lot as it’s, unbelievably, vegan. What’s also not hard to swallow is Erik, the sweet Chef of the restaurant, and Dark picks him up after the place closes.

Erik’s got a secret, though, one he keeps hidden deep down inside and Dark threatens to bring all the things Erik has buried to the surface.

Can Dark convince Erik that there’s more to life than being a vegan? And that, just maybe, wolves do mate for life?

Originally published by Amber Quill Press.


Chapter One

New to town, Dark was doing what he always did when he first arrived somewhere: he wandered the streets, learning the sights and smells and sounds. There was a lot of green space here, and he liked that. It appealed to the animal side of him. He also liked that woods surrounded this town on three sides. It gave him a lot of choices.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been wandering, but his stomach started growling, warning him that food would be a good thing. Something caught his nose, the scent of spices making his mouth water. Following those smells, he turned a corner and saw the word “Werewolf” out of the corner of his eye. No way. There was not a restaurant called Werewolf. It had to be a sign.

He headed for the place, the rest of the name slowly coming into view. He stopped cold, not quite able to believe his eyes.

The Vegan Werewolf.

No way. No fucking way. Werewolves were a lot of things, but vegan was definitely not one of them. Growling under his breath, Dark headed for the front door. This just wasn’t right.

He walked in and was assaulted by the best smells ever. Like really, truly the best ever. How was that even possible?

The tiny place was packed, waiters bringing out plates of amazing-looking and even better-smelling food. Glasses clinked, silverware clattered, and the chatter was low and pleasant.

He went back out and checked the name on the sign. It still said The Vegan Werewolf. Unbelievable.

He went in again.

A pretty little twink beamed at him. “Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?”

“No, I do not. Is this really a vegan restaurant?” There was no way those fabulous smells came from anything vegan. It was impossible.

The waiter’s smile never faltered. “It is. Would you like a table, sir? I do have one.”

Dark frowned. “Yes.” He was starving, and whatever it was that had just walked by smelled amazing. Besides, there was no law saying that he had to like the food he ate. Because if it was vegan, he wasn’t going to like it. No matter how good it smelled.

“Excellent, please follow me.”

He was led to a table for two. The tablecloth was clean, and the flowers were fresh. He wanted to be able to growl, but it was nice. He couldn’t find a single reason to complain. Apart from the vegan-ness, and that had been advertised upfront.

“Would you like to hear the specials of the day?”

Did he? He took in a deep breath and pointed to a table catty-corner from his. “I want that.” It was the best-smelling thing in the place, and that was saying something, given how good everything smelled.

“Ah. The navrattan korma with pakoras. Excellent choice. One of our best sellers.”

His eyes narrowed. “What’s a navrattan when it’s at home?”

The twink chuckled. “Cauliflower, potatoes, and seven other vegetables in a cashew and tomato and cream sauce.”

There wasn’t any meat in that. Like even remotely. Yeah, yeah, he’d been told vegan, he’d read it on the sign, he knew the definition of the word. Still. Who didn’t eat meat, like ever?

“And the pak…pakka…other thing?”

“Vegetables coated in chickpea flour and fried. They’re amazing.”

Well, they smelled good. Which was a neat trick, given they were fucking vegetables. “Okay. That.” He could go out for a steak later. He’d passed lots of places that served it.