Aren’t were-creatures fun? I’ve done wereowls, and weresnakes, so now I bring you…
A werehare!
Hares are a tougher kind of rabbit. This one looks willing to fight.
Image from Wikimedia by derekkeats,
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Two werewolves, walking side by side, filled the hallway. One jostled Gerald as they passed, bumping his shoulder without apology.
Gerald kept walking.
The wolf who’d bumped him, a man with a shaved head and a black wife-beater, sniffed the air and turned back. “Hey, man, do you smell bunny?”
Gerald stepped up his pace, being careful not to run. He reached the end of the long hallway to the bathrooms, flanked by doors marked ’employees only.’ The hall turned the corner ahead, passing by the kitchen and opening up into the dining area. Before Gerald could round the corner, a hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed.
“Don’t run, little bunny,” the shaved-head werewolf chuckled at his joke.
“I’m a hare,” Gerald shrugged off the hand. “Leave me alone. Paul will kick you out if you start a fight in his bar.”
The wolf shoved, pushing Gerald into the main room. Gerald bounced off the wall, and met the wolf’s fist as he got up. The wolf pounced on him,
Something wet dripped onto his face. The wolf pinning Gerald to the ground had lost control, face warped into a spottily-furred snout. Ugly and lopsided, his face still sported razor sharp teeth jutting from his malformed jaw.
“Prey…” the werewolf growled, tongue sliding over his teeth as he lowered his mouth to Gerald’s exposed throat.
Gerald shoved, rolling them both, and landing crouched on the floor. He assumed his half-form with the ease of painful practice. His melding wasn’t necessarily pretty, but it was symmetrical. He pivoted, kicking out with his enormous feet.
He hit the werewolf’s leg, and bone snapped. The wolf lunged despite the jagged bone spearing through his skin.
Gerald kicked again, crushing the wolf’s ribs and breaking his other leg. This time, the wolf fell and didn’t get up , though he twitched and growled.
Paul lumbered up, transformed into a Kodiak bear.
Gerald hopped clear. “Sorry about the mess, Paul. He was going for my throat.”
The bear growled, scooping up the werewolf, and carrying him away.
Gerald headed over to the bar, his bloody mouth and scrapes almost gone due to a were’s quick healing. He needed a drink.
caitlinsternwrites 
Aaah, the worm . . . I mean, the HARE . . . turns! I love it! The book I just finished reading, I Shall Wear Midnight, features hares in a fascinating way. I was just in the perfect mood for this! Clever, as always, Caitlin. Love the big feet of Gerald’s half form!
I actually thought of a ‘bunny’ right away when I started writing these were-stories.
Because an enormous rabbit would be awesome and terrifying.
Oh, yeah. I’ve seen some of those terrifying and demented giant bunnies at the mall at Easter, trying to lure small, screaming children to sit on their laps! Eeeek.
There is a vampire series that features little blood-sucking, ankle-biting bludbunnies in it. I hated the series so much, I couldn’t finish reading book 1, though. Others seem to like it, but it wasn’t for me.