C26 TWENTY SIX

He Jests at Scars

DEREK

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

THE NIGHT AIR filled with smells and tastes in my wolf form. A hunger to hunt, to kill, to punish, filled me. My father knew the choice I had made, and he let me make it while the others stayed to guard the roses and my brother.

The scent that stood out the most had been this man