Brooklyn
Les strummed his guitar in the corner, his fingers dancing over the strings like he was born to do it. The sound of that old cowboy country music echoed softly in the room, bringing a warmth that made me just smile. He always had a knack for finding the right song at the right moment, and today was no different. I’d often wondered what had drawn him into music so fiercely, even after the disaster that happened to him years ago. Maybe it was his way of escaping the weight of his past. After all, he’d spent his time in Human territory fighting against his instincts, chained up during full moons to keep from transforming. But even chains can break.
One night, those chains had given way, causing a ruckus that sent the company he was working for into a frenzy. They weren’t used to de
