Brian grew up knowing one thing about his father: that he hated him. Abandoned before he was even born, Brian resents his mother's nostalgic yearning for the man that disappeared from her life.
But what Brian believes he knows is about to be thrown into chaos when he learns that his father's disappearance was caused by his death--a violent one at the hands of an unknown foe. Even more shocking, Brian discovers he's heir to his father's singular legacy--he is a werewolf, born into a tribe of shapeshifters who call upon the powers of ancient heroes. Soon, Brian finds himself drafted into a war he scarcely understands....
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Author Archives: Kate
Hey everyone! Since it’s St. Paddy’s Day, I wanted to give you all an update on what the deal is. The long & short of it is that I went through a major change of life beginning in early spring; … Continue reading
It looked like I had to give up my quest to find out the truth about my father’s death, at least for the time being. Even though I couldn’t really give myself a reason why it mattered if he died … Continue reading
That night, me and my mom ate dinner with Moon-Singer’s family. I don’t know if he was worried I would be shaken after what had happened, but I saw it as an opportunity to ask about what had been on … Continue reading
“Good,” I said. I glanced backward; Moon-Singer had said the exact same thing. Maybe I was spending a little too much time around him. “I’ll cut right to the chase,” Moon-Singer said, stepping in front of me and brandishing his … Continue reading
“I’m surprised they haven’t left the trailer,” Blue-Flame remarked, glancing around suspiciously. “There’s no way they missed that fight.” Moon-Singer scratched his beard. “They might be out here already and waiting for an opportune moment,” He said. “Maybe they plan … Continue reading
Moon-Singer led the way into the woods by the road. He stopped every once in awhile and sniffed the air. As a wolf, the forest was full of smells from everyone who had passed by, but there was distinctive stench … Continue reading
Don’t worry, I’m not dead! Just really exhausted the past couple of weeks. Angry REmembrance will be back by this friday; I might try to post twice this week to make up for all the laziness.
Two weeks passed before Moon-Singer was finally ready to confront Ghost. In that time, I had been fervently training, hoping that my practice combined with the protection of my father would guarantee that I would come out of the encounter … Continue reading
For board games, it was pretty well packed. Just about everyone in the ætt was there, including Moon-Singer. Black-Wind waved to me and pointed to an empty chair beside him. Sitting diagonally across from him was a guy in his … Continue reading