My Special Pet

"At my lowest point that year, I took a job at a pet shop, where I was assigned to take care of a "gentle-tempered" silver-white Alaskan Malamute.Every time I went near him, he would lift his head and bury his nose against my chest, breathing in low, rough sounds that felt disturbingly like a grown man holding himself back.Especially when my hand brushed through his beautiful fur, his body would heat up, and his eyes would darken and burn with unmistakable possessiveness.Thinking he was sick, I rushed to find the shop owner.The owner gave me a long, meaningful glance."He's not sick. But he only acts like this with you."You need to bathe him, give him a full-body massage, and try giving him a little kiss. Otherwise, he might lose control."I had my doubts about the whole thing, but I didn't really have a choice. I went along with it anyway.Eventually, I told the friend who had gotten me this job everything that had been happening.After she heard me out, she went quiet for a second. Then, she looked at me strangely and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you're not looking after a dog at all? What if he's actually a werewolf who can take human form, and he's in heat, using pheromones to mess with you because he wants to… You know, sleep with you?""