WEREWOLF ANGEL: A NEW BOOK! ALMOST WRITTEN!

A BOOK I'M WRITING! I MADE A MISTAKE AND MIGHT HAVE SENT IT TO SOMEONE! UPS! HERE'S THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST CHAPTER.
(Yes - it's in English.)

CHAPTER 1

Thomas is being observed while he sleeps. Inside his very dream, I mean. Cuddling in a tight niche there was Templeton, the Werewolf Angel - or Angel Werewolf -, for first he was an angelic entity. Now, however, things had changed and he felt the warm, tasty blood of the wolf running trough his angelic white feathers and flesh.

Cursed Lilith. He used to be a full blooded angel. His blood was crystal blue and it shimmered in the stars.

Why did he had to give into temptation? Lilith looked so utterly delicious, as dark goddesses always do. Her bronze, glowing curves tempted him; her black eyes called upon him; her full bosom beckon him.

Templeton, though not made of flesh, was still a male energy and so he fell right into the middle of her and it was delightful. Templeton did manage, though, to conceal his angelic nature. Lilith didn’t like angels all that much. Yet, somehow, she found out - and cursed him.

Now his nature is half angel, half wolf. He stands at Heaven’ door and no one seems to trust him any more. Fools! What can he, Templeton, the best of All Angels of Creation, possibly do?! He’d do no harm! No harm at all! But no. Let him in they do not. Now he stands at the gates like a pariah, a flead dog.

He has to fix it. He has to untransforme himself, revert to his old - a bit tedious - self. No more wolf! Only the angel. Even though it seemed a bit drastic. Heavens´rules are too draconian. Rules, he understood after the wolf came into his veins and colonized the crystal blue blood, are meant to be broken. This is why they were made to begin with. It was so clear, so pristine, now! He, Templeton, could see it. And smell it... like he could smell Thomas’ blood and lust.

Tommy boy was having a delicious dream. He was making out, tongues all enthralled and tangled, with Eva, his old, childhood love. He loved her long, curly honey-blond hair; he devoured her rosy lips and his hand nested in her breast.

God, thought Templeton, his wolf blood boiling, this is what I need.

Ágata Simões