Content warning: this story contains adult incest
Nor liked looking at Toby more than anything—more than bluebells in a spring meadow, more than an impressive set of points on a buck he’d brought down, more than chipmunks quarreling with each other over a nut or a fresh coat of new-fallen snow blanketing the woods in white. Continue reading
Content warning: this story contains adult incest
Fangs and claws were great for taking down prey, but for skinning and butchering, human hands worked better. In Nor’s twenty-five years on earth, he’d butchered maybe two hundred and fifty deer, so he made quick work of this one. It was a beaut, though. His stomach growled just looking at it, but a good alpha didn’t eat until his pack had fed, and Mama and Papa had raised him to be a good alpha. Someday he’d have a mate, pups, maybe a whole pack, and he wanted to be worthy of them. Continue reading
I meet myself at a keg party.
Leaning against a counter in an over-bright frat house kitchen, a red Solo cup of the usual half-warm, half-flat, thoroughly-awful beer in hand, listening to my bestie Lydia babble about all the babes in the room as I scan it in pursuit of my own next victim, I see myself. Not in a mirror, though it almost could be, but in a man. Continue reading