Odette
It hasn’t been easy living with a wolf son among humans. I was on a thin line between protecting my son and letting him live freely like all the other sons.
A deep exhale escaped my lips as I saw Greg on the kitchen counter. His eyes looked icy as he stared at the toaster like it was his prey.
“Greg, it is just a bread.” I sighed; before I could blink twice, he tossed the toast up, catching it with his fangs in the air.
“I know, Mom.” He responded, looking so unbothered.
“Humans don’t do this.” I cautioned him, “But I am a wolf.”
“And a human, too, living in a human world.” I cut him gently.
I looked at him as he hopped down smoothly. Grey is fifteen years old now, but he looks taller and has stronger muscles than his agemates.
Everyone thought he was normal, with a rapid
