When he was a pup, before the slaughter, Guy would sneak into the kitchen to cook with his mother, aunts and female cousins. He had to sneak because male wolves weren’t supposed to cook and if his brothers, male cousins, and uncles caught him they’d tease and play fight him back in among the masculine ranks. There were rules in the pack and the ( Read more... )

Live forever or die of old age?

When he was old enough to understand Maman told him he was different. Guy didn’t need to be told that, he had already been through a handful of painful transformations. That shit about werewolves only transforming when they hit puberty was just that, shit. He didn’t know exactly how old he was when he first changed ( Read more... )