What about weresheep?

Okay, if you’re reading Blind Rage, you now know that in my fictional world, you get the werekin curse, and then you turn into the animal you most closely identify with. Until the night of your first transformation, it’s a guessing game what you’ll be.

Everybody wants to be a cool wereanimal, and there’s a lot of great possibilities. A crocodile may be a slow animal on land because of its short limbs, but a werecrocodile wouldn’t be hindered in the same way, and they’d have a HUGE mouth to worry about. Even something like a werehawk would be cool, provided that you could fly. You would be really terrifying when you swooped down, gripped a victim in your talons and spirited them away to slash open their tender guts with your razor sharp beak.

But what do you do if you change into a weresheep? Man, that is all kinds of lame. While the rest of your werekin pack is going hunting for deer or cattle, you’re be hunting a dandelion. While they maul their victims, you’ll be mowing the lawn. While they unleash the beast, you’ll unleash the belch. You’ll be the lamest were ever, the only way you could be more lame is to change into a weretitmouse.

You know what? If you do become a weresheep, beg your werefriends to make a mercy killing. It’s really better this way.

Wereloser.