“He thought you dead after faking his demise in the arctic...”

He looms a dark-haired giant, the cloth of his tuxedo enough to dress three men...

Bet’s voice quavers in the dark. “Are you—”...

The old werewolf embraced the young one. “Let me guide you back to a familiar skin.”...

She beckoned him out of the woods with clawed fingers...

Fur bristled on Noah’s back as he watched Meri’s calm transformation...

Meri crossed arms in October chill. “I’m right where I need to be.”...

Meri’s slippers stopped on dewy grass. The old woman with long white hair listened at her backyard edge of the woods...

Her hand shook accepting a cup of tea. “Your werewolf stories, are a comfort to me.” ...