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There’s No Such Thing As A Werewolf

MaryJanice Davidson




CHAPTER ONE



As any werewolf knows, smells and emotions and even raised voices havecolors and texture. And as
any blind werewolf knows—not that there were any besides him, to the best of his knowledge—you
could take those smells, emotions, and conversations and do a pretty good job of seeing. Not a great
job, comparably speaking, but enough to get around. Enough to have a solid sense of the world.

“But I can’t be pregnant,” Mrs. Dane was saying. “There’s just no way.”

“There’s at least one way.”

“But I’m infertile! The clinic said!”

“Accidents happen,” he said cheerfully. He knew she was stunned, but pleased. And as soon as the
shock wore off, she’d be ecstatic. He could have told her that her fallopian tubes had managed to
unblock themselves over the years, but that would raise awkward questions. After all, he was just her
G.P. He wasn’t treating her for infertility.

“I’d say you’re…”Thirty-nine and a half days along “…about six weeks pregnant. I’m going to write
you a scrip for some pre-natal vitamins, and I want you to take two a day. And the usual blandishments,
of course, ease off on alcohol, don’t smoke, blah-blah-blah. You know all this.” Mrs. Dane was anOB
nurse.

“Yeah, but…I never thought I’dneed it.”

He heard her weight shift as she slid off the table, and thus was ready for it when she flung her chubby
arms around him in a strangler’s grip. “Thanks so much!” she whispered fiercely. “Thank you!”

“Mrs. Dane, I didn’t do anything.” He gently extricated himself from her grip. “Go home and thank your
husband.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Now she was brighter in his mind’s eye, glowing with embarrassment. “I read
somewhere that blind people don’t like it when their balance is thrown off.”

“Don’t worry about it. You couldn’t throw off my balance.”Not without a truck . “Don’t forget to fill
this on the way home,” he added. He could write perfectly well, which was to say his prescriptions didn’t
look any less legible than a seeing doctor’s.

“Right. Right!” She darted around him, nearly careened into the closed door, and left without her
clothes. The gown flapped once as the door closed behind her.