(Author’s note: I’m sick. This means my brains are warped. Enjoooo~oy!)
The Moon Over Georgia
by Miles H. Rost
The voice was husky, tough yet soft.
“You have a choice, Melinda.”
The werewolf turned around and stared at his daughter, a blonde-furred beauty.
“Your inheritance will be released to you early, if you marry Martin.”
He gestured to a black-furred werewolf from a tribe in Idaho.
“Or marry Gerald, whom you claim to love; and renounce everything, yet be free of the curse.”
He gestured to a plain-looking, bespectacled man of around 30.
Melinda looked, then latched onto Gerald and jumped off the yacht.
Melinda bobbed up after a moment; her fur and muzzle both gone.
She would marry Gerald, instead.
(Warning: Strong Language.) (This is the inspiration, in a way.)