Twenty Years Ago….

Being a sixteen-year-old werewolf certainly had its perks and the top of the list was not having any pimples or zits. Having flawless skin while being a teenager was the best relief because when I looked at the rare human in my school, I nearly shuddered with revulsion. Yeah, vanity is a real thing for me.

I’m more than excited today for several reasons; Beatrice, or as everyone calls her, Bea is finally coming back from her month-long vacation to one of her uncle’s beach cabins. Bea was the only human I interacted with, for safety reasons, but also because she somehow really understood me and that...