Once everything settled down, Dad got straight down to business. While I attempted to spoon soup with my non-dominant hand, he wove the sort of story I’d expect someone would tell their kids to try to scare them, only every bit of what he said was true.
“So, I’ve known about lycanthropes for…” Dad whistled, rubbing his hand through thinning hair. “Lord, since Gram-Gram taught me to shoot at eight. She saw it as a family business of sorts, helping folks since we came over to colonize with the unexplainable.”
“Suddenly, Gram-Gram’s extensive collection of guns makes sense,” I joked weakly. “Then… you’ve always known.”
Dad nodded.
“And you kept it from me?”
He grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes turned away. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know I should’ve, I just didn’t kn
