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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Category Archives: Wren
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
When we got back to Twin-hooves, it was late, and I was bone tired. I was surprised that Wren came with us; I would have expected her to head straight home from Spokane. When we left the van, she took … Continue reading
“Wait,” I cried in alarm. “Don’t kill her!” In my larger, lupine form, my voice had become a rough, low bellow. He deftly moved my spear aside and held her against me, holding my spear up to her neck. He … Continue reading
“Let me cloak the fact that the door is open,” Wren replied. “That’ll make it harder to notice.” She closed her eyes and pressed her hands on the open door panels. “Change the seeming but not the truth. Real or … Continue reading
“I hate it when he calls us ‘kids,’” Black-Wind muttered. “We’d better go get our weapons,” Crow-Feather said. “Where does this guy live?” I asked. “Spokane, in an apartment,” Black-Wind replied. “Then how are we going to carrying around spears … Continue reading
“So,” Wren said, sitting down at the lunch table proudly, “I am now an honorary member of Twin-Hooves.” “That’s great!” I said with a smile. “How did you manage it?” Valerie asked, frowning deeply. Wren shrugged. “I did some errands … Continue reading
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
“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
Over the next week, I slowly got used to the routine of things around the ætt. Moon-Singer taught me as much as he could in the time he had set aside for classes, and I spent a good deal of … Continue reading