“I’ve never used Tinder before.”
“Me neither,” she lied.
“My sister convinced me. Silly. Happy I did, though.” He smiled at her, awkward.
She smiled back. “I know what you mean.”
She did know. He was happy they’d met. It was wonderful, because she was beautiful and his love life was saved.
She brought him back to her den, bade the cubs at the window hide and wait with a single yellow-eyed glare. In the hallway she kissed him, tasted him, felt her jaw shifting in anticipation, felt a sharpness at her breast.
“Silver.” He smiled at her, dangerous.
Author bio: John Xero wonders how age-old myths would take to the modern world and its rapid, occasionally monstrous, shifts in form. It seems sometimes the changes happen as often as the phases of the moon...
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Tinderwolf is part of 101 Fiction issue 20.