Welcome to the End of the World. This is the first Monkees story I ever wrote. No, the world doesn't end, and don't ask me where I got the title.
Just so you know what you're reading, this story is about werewolves. Mike decides to go to Alaska for a vacation, but he has no idea what awaits him (and eventually the rest of the Monkees) in the cold state.
Either way, enjoy! This is a long story, and you don't have to read it to like my other stories, but it's nice because a lot of the others refer back to this story.
Enjoy!
Part onePart twoPart threePart fourPart fivePart sixPart sevenPart eightPart ninePart tenPart elevenPart twelvePart thirteenPart fourteenPart fifteenPart sixteenPart seventeenPart eighteenPart nineteenPart twenty
Part twenty-onePart twenty-twoPart twenty-threePart twenty-fourPart twenty-fivePart twenty-sixPart twenty-sevenPart twenty-eightPart twenty-ninePart thirtyPart thirty-onePart thirty-twoPart thirty-threePart thirty-fourPart thirty-fivePart thirty-sixPart thirty-seven
Part thirty-eight
Part thirty-nine
Part forty
Part forty-one
Part forty-two
Part forty-three
Part forty-four
Part forty-five
Part forty-six
Part forty-seven
Part forty-eight
Part forty-nine
Part fifty
Part fifty-one
Part fifty-two
All inspiration for this story must be credited to Nicole, my werewolf and Monkees (among other things) obsessed friend. Without her it would not exist.
