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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I awoke from the dreaming with a jolt, as if someone had tugged me by the silver cord, by force, all the way back to my body. Wren knelt in front of me, a carefree smile on her face. “Hello, … Continue reading
“Do you not like your father?” she asked, then suddenly looked awkward. “Er, I-I’m sorry… it’s n-none of my business.” I smiled. “I don’t mind,” I replied. “I don’t hate my father–that would be hard to do, since I don’t … Continue reading
Two days later, the girl arrived. I was in the library, working on memorizing the exploits of Oisín. Moon-Singer entered and held open the door; in walked an American Indian girl with long, dark hair in twin braids. Her clothes … Continue reading
“What’s going on here?” Clever-Hooves said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I sat down and took a deep breath. “Nothing,” I said. “This faery came and sat at our table,” Marilyn said. “Do you know her, Clever-Hooves?” “Haha, that’s … Continue reading
“They could just leave and join us,” Marilyn replied. “You just told me that therians who grew up with vandals are never truly trusted,” I replied. “That doesn’t give them a lot of reason to join you. I suppose their … Continue reading
“Sparky said you talked to the heralds today,” Marilyn said. “How does Sparky know that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “The crow spirits,” she replied. “He has a really strong bond with them–partly because he is a werecrow, after all… … Continue reading
I decided pretty quickly after reading through the Celtic patrons that I wanted to follow Oisín. I did feel a certain kind of kinship with him. He was someone else who lived in someone’s shadow. Oisín had left the Fianna … Continue reading
The best lesson I had that day was when Moon-Singer brought me to a small cabin lined with books. There was a row of computers on a long table in the center of the cabin, and the only light came … Continue reading
“Broadsword or spear?” Moon-Singer asked me when we arrived in the training room. It was the same room where I had met Iron-Will earlier. I smiled. “There were a lot more weapons in the other room,” I replied, remembering the … Continue reading