The wolves are closer now ( Read more... )

Fairly Bloodless, the hunter of werewolves, knew one thing ( Read more... )

A woman once told me that I would never understand the allure of the moon. Not like she did, she said. Women have a special lunar connection, she said ( Read more... )

It’s a little ticklish when the needles go in but the anesthetic keeps her from moving. It keeps her laughing on the inside ( Read more... )

That’s the thing about going out with a werewolf. Janine can smell everything and she’s jealous. I belong to her. Most of the times I like it but today, I’m finding it trying. I sat too close to another girl on the subway and I’ve come home stinking of subway girl’s perfume ( Read more... )

It was Greyhound who gave us the news. He was almost skeletal from the methedrine, his mangy skin stretched too tight on his skull, becoming a permanent teeth-baring rictus. His dark eyes glittered from the depths of his eye sockets. Quicker than any of us, he’d been able to get away from the Hunters ( Read more... )

His breath reeked of ammonia. His eyes were black and bleeding. The Change had come upon him. His screams filled the kitchen as he lay clutching his stomach on the white linoleum floor ( Read more... )