The flock was at Dr. Martinez's house, eating home-made chocolate chip cookies, which Max loved. That night Max was sneaking another cookie when Fang appeared behind her.
"Seriously, what is with you and those cookies?"
Startled, she quickly thought up a response.
"They're awesome. You can't resist them."
"I can, but you, you obviously have problems."
"I do not!" Max stormed out of the room, still nibbling on her cookie.
Fang smirked and walked over to the cookie jar.
Looking to make sure nobody saw, he cautiously took a cookie from the jar.
He put it in his mouth, realizing how amazing the cookies were. His pupils dilated and he licked his teeth.
Fang began scarfing down the cookies,
one after another, until the jar was an empty wasteland of crumbs.
He shook his head and went back to normal.
'Oh crap.' he thought.
Fang the Cookie Werewolf. Fang the Cookie Werewolf!
He couldn't stand his addiction, but they were sooo good. The cookies called him. In his freaky hallucinations they sound high pitch and seductive, like this:
"Eat me Fang, I'm delicious and fattening."
"I'm splattered with chips of rich chocolate. Eat me, Fang."
"I taste good, Fang. Eat my face, Fang. Eat it."
He thought, 'What kind of world do we live in? Where kids can get addicted to...' he began to fade into a cookie spell, 'such warm, chocolaty, soft, COOKIES. COOKIES!!!' He licked his teeth again and snuck into the kitchen.
Wolfing (pun intended) down the cookies, Max came up behind him.
"And I'm the one with problems, right?"