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    Racing upstairs, he found Scott standing over a battered LillyAnna, waving a knife in her face, beer bottles lying about the living room.
    “Go ahead, do it! Kill me if you’ve got the guts!” she screamed.
    “Don’t think I won’t. Don’t think for a minute that I’m scared.”
    “Then stop threatening to do it and do it!” she screamed. “You don’t have the guts. You’re no man.”
    Landon jumped over LillyAnna, placing himself between her and the knife.
    “Scott!” he yelled. “Scott! Drop the knife and walk outta here. You’ve been drinking. Remember how you get when you’ve been drinking? You need to walk away.”
    “Walk away? I’ve done nothing but walk away. She’s done nothing but push. You’ve heard her. She’s always starting fights, throwing crap, hitting me. She’s driven me to this. She’s driven me to drink again. What am I supposed to do, just take it? She won’t stop. I’ve begged her to, but she won’t. You’re the one that needs to get out, Landon.”
    “Yeah, go on, leave,” LillyAnna demanded. “I can handle this.”
    “Would you shut up?” Landon said to LillyAnna. “You’re not helping the situation.”
    “No, you’re not helping,” she responded.
    “Scott, remember what you said about her earlier: that you loved her,” said Landon, returning his attention to the attacker. “She keeps you grounded. Don’t do this. Put down the knife and go outside. You don’t want this to escalate any further, trust me.”
    Scott looked at Landon, then down at LillyAnna. He looked around at the bottles that littered the apartment. Still holding the knife, he stepped slowly around them and lumbered toward the door. As he exited, she pushed one last time.
    “Coward,” she called.
    Scott spun around, lunging at her, the knife pointed directly at her chest. Landon held up his right hand in front of the blade as it came down, ripping through his skin. He winced in pain as his left hand mutated and, with his claw extended, tore through Scott’s shirt, leaving four bleeding scratches.
    Scott turned and ran outside with Landon in pursuit. LillyAnna followed closely. The three rushed into the shadows of the apartment complex’s tree-lined sidewalk. Scott quickly emerged, running as swiftly as his inebriated legs could carry him. Landon gave chase for a distance, then stopped, letting Scott go and heading back for LillyAnna.
    Turning back around, he noticed LillyAnna still standing in the shadows of the trees, watching his every move. All he could see were her eyes, now made more prominent by the darkness that fell over every other inch of her body while the moonlight seemed to make them sparkle. He also noticed something else about her eyes—the anger. He made his way toward the shadows, then stopped when he saw her eyes close slightly and focus on him.
    “Are you okay?” he asked. He could hear her breathing heavily. Then the sound of branches breaking.
    Landon jumped back in surprise as the young woman, hidden by the darkness of the trees, stepped out, revealing the wolf within.

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    Landon marveled at the sight of LillyAnna as a female counterpart to his inner self. Her long brown fur bristled in the cold December wind, and her eyes burned like twin red suns. She stood about seven feet tall, half the height of the flanking trees. The last thing he expected the battered girlfriend of the upstairs alcoholic to be was a werewolf.
    LillyAnna wasn’t the only other werewolf with whom he had come into contact, male or female, but she was the most beautiful. The long brown fur draped over her body and shuffled in the cold, December wind.
    She edged closer to him, emitting a higher-pitched growl. He could see she was agitated. Taking a few steps back, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
    “Now, wait a minute, LillyAnna,” he said, knowing she understood every word. “I was only trying to help. He was up there holding a knife, and it looked like he was going