st of the people that live here are werewolves, there are a small handful of humans. But you get this in any pack, generally they're mated to one of the wolves within the community.

y had they grown used to passing human visitors, humans actually lived in amongst them. Although they never made it blatantly obvious, most

lking about her on just after she and Drake met. As the Luna of the pack it made sense for them to celebrate more pagan style festivals like Mabon. I couldn't help but find myself the slightest bi

tury. After that most of the so-called witch trials and executions were of completely harmless humans, or humans who could boast of a magica

lves and hide there whereabouts. I suppose it wasn't a complete stretch. When your race is hunted to the point of extinction, you w

he streets above us. In the village square a large statue of the Goddess Selene was being decked in ever-green foliage, holly sprigs, pine, ivy hung about her neck and arms in great swathes of colour. There was one group of girls, not mu

I mutter, eyes glued to the mass

is is all lit up like a Christmas tree. Its suc

al so important t

from Selene and needs celebrating. But secondly, and I guess more importantly there

her, "And? What do

something along the lines of our pack once being the royal pack of England. The last Alpha Kin

nds romantic. What ha

e with boy. Girl dies and Boy goes bat shit crazy and losse

Romeo and Jul

say that."

el saddened by her strange story. I wonder if there was actually any truth to it, or if it was, in fact, as Steph said and o

ed into the familiar cul de sac which the main pack house sat. Both sides of the road

frosted glass windows. The small front garden perfectly mown, with the large apple tree sitting in the centr

r in every way possible. Short, curvy and a bundle of fun. Unlike my own mother's pristine dress sense, Joanne went for comfort over fashion. She