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When Wolf wakes that morning, it's to the sight of a small stuffed crab struggling to climb onto his bed. For a long time, he doesn't understand what's happening, only stares at the toy with a look of faint confusion as it grunts and heaves itself against the blanket Wolf sleeps with, glaring at him with a sort of murderous hatred he's seen before ( Read more... )

Wolf likes school, he really does, and he's trying hard to show up on time for all his classes and do all his work, but some of the classes are hard. Reading and writing aren't easy, but writing is way harder than reading. At least Wolf can already read some things -- not very many, but some, thanks to The Book of Good Farming -- but he can't write ( Read more... )

When Wolf slinks into the Winchester, it's the smell of food that draws him there. There are all sorts of delicious things to eat on the island, but he doesn't like going inside to the kitchen, even when he knows he has to eat. The showers are the biggest draw for him, warm water instead of the cold water in the waterfalls. The Winchester is ( Read more... )

Now he knows for sure ( Read more... )

They won't let him lock them up and now Wolf is worried. They don't seem to think that he's any danger to them, that the island has taken the magic out of him, but it was never magic that made him turn. It's the moon, it's always been the moon, and Wolf knows that they're wrong. He'll never stop being a Wolf, not in the Territories and not in Jack' ( Read more... )

Soon, Wolf knows, the moon will be big and full ( Read more... )