Having been born without the ability to receive the caresses of the mother who’d brought me into this world, I had always looked up to my father to dispense the affection due on my mother’s part, but his obligations kept him sufficiently engaged to fulfil any of his duties towards his own daughter.
As unfulfilled and annoyed as a neglected child was supposed to be, I began cultivating sour feelings for my father, maintained my distance from him and shared my grievances about the lack of fatherly affection with a friend, Tobias, whose kindness extended to everyone alike, irrespective of their incapability to shift.
I can still recount my first encounter with this wonderful werewolf, who became not only my very first best friend but had also been the constant receiver of my clangorous bl
