I grab a few spare items of my clothing from the closet and tuck them under my arm. Being a werewolf means that you spend a lot of time naked, and often forget that it makes other people uncomfortable… but Drusilla’s disgusted expressions are quite comical. So I suppose I’ll make this easier on her and put some pants on for now. Drusilla follows me out to the throne room, where she watches suspiciously as I pick up both of the fangs that have landed on the floor. My father’s fangs.
“You really need those?” she asks.
“Yes,” I answer as I look down at my father’s enormous teeth. I run my fingers over them slowly, feeling the cold, hard surface under my fingertips. So many emotions come crashing over me as I touch them. Anger… sadness… disgust… maybe even a little excitement. “Well… maybe
