Wild Love -- The Wild Love Chronicles

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m my bed, it creaks beneath me, I need to get a stronger one. I walk to the bathroom, and I stare at my house's makeup. I feel a sense of pride, I built this house, with my hands. I stare at the mirror, Alina insisted I put it here, at least for her sake, I stare a

ill my child. New Orleans is my home, the Pack is my family, and I'm sensing threats, I d

in his honour. My parents live in Uptown New Orleans, and I, at Midtown, I'd have preferred the French Quarters, for his historics and aesthetics, bu

the mirrror, and I begi

, but Caleb, our then Alpha wanted a change of event, said we had to evolve with time, so we opened ourselves to the world fourty years ago. As a

prising even myself, only then do I realize I am in heat, I haven't felt this

are you

flash of light I turn back, knowing fully well it is Ca

amille" She is grinning

Alex." She says, e

cleaning away my sw

women who raised me, a

d make me a book holder, like the beautiful one

ng them married for thirty five years, it's someth

kids." I say, lockin

time I see her mother, I'm reminded of her, It doesn't hurt that she left, what hurt is the way she left, she triggered my abandonment issues, leav

elt it too, but all I saw was an empty room, and sad parents, she took off, with warning, without care, she

sed to work with raw wood and perform harder tasks like framing, but today a variety of other materials are also utilized, and the more refined trades of cabinetmaking and furniture construction are occasi

ficient Pack, we have an hospital, filled with top class doctors, we have a school, whe

ge. Additionally, there are other areas in which carpenters might specialize, such as using certain woodworkin

ticalize all our theoretical kno

one of my students, s

arty, so maybe Monday." She gr

bien, Elena's son hands me a

picy." He whispers and I

They chorus, like they alway

"You know the drill, get plates and spoon, we split the m

I laugh because it is contagious "But

meal, and they begin to eat, q

tant hybrid of human and wolf. Nonetheless, they are all ferocious beasts with an insatiable appetite for human and animal blood. We are werewolves, and some of us, Witches, like Grandma Camille. The exact beginnings of the werewolf mytholo

him and his sons into wolves. Early Norse folklore also introduced werewolves. A father and son found wolf pelts that could transform people into wolves for ten days, according to the Saga of the Volsungs. The father and son team put on the pelts, cha

us, our heritage and ancestors but we do not dwel