Felix
We had a bonfire in the front yard. At the "beach", a little circle of sand where a pool once sat. We, the pack, have always called it the beach. Always.
Maxine and I sat on a blanket on the sand. She leaned into my chest and I ran my fingers absentmindedly through her hair. All was at peace.
The fire danced, the flames flickered.
And a wolf appeared from the shadows.
Maxine was asleep.
The wolf shifted, of course, and Jac stood in front of me. She sat down. "Felix,"
I smiled. "Jac."
I wanted to shift. I wanted to run off with Jac through the trees.
But I couldn't.
Maxine was asleep.
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WerewolfWhen Max is sent to spend the summer in small town Kansas with her grandmother, she starts to notice strange things with the town. The oddly placed forest, the obsession with the wolves that live within, and the shot gun crazy citizens. And then the...
