Derrick
The rage started forty years ago, when my most treasured companion, Bernice died of old age.
I loved her deeply – enough to mark her – but unlike a full blood Lycan, I couldn’t give her the gift of immortality, and I knew our union came with a very short expiration date.
To make matters worse, she was infertile, and she yearned for a child until her last day. When death came to claim her, she gave me the saddest look I’d ever seen, “I so wish I could leave you with a child to love.”
And then she was gone. Just like that. Ripped from my life in an instant.
I was heartbroken, and so was my beast.
It took me a long time to get over her death, and for a while, I was angry at the world. At my father, my brother, even The Goddess herself. I wanted to burn the whole damn place to
