It Doesn't End With Blood
*Undergoing some quick editing; somethings might be swapped around (Fair warning)*
Verun Hampton. 23. Male. Hopeless romantic. Gay. That's a picture to paint in your mind. The last part doesn't exactly show; I'm a lot uglier than most men and it isn't something I can fix. Beast is actually my nickname. Tall, hulking, mass of tanned skin and scarred, warped face.
I always thought my life truly began and ended when my mate, a fierce and wonderful alpha accepted me and promptly mated with another alpha female the following night . Yes that hurt, but it as soon as I was up and leaving that man, it got better. I decided that my life really began when I fished out those two kids from the river. That was the day I became a father you could say. Not a rejected mate, a beast who made children cry or adults cringe.
Those two little werewolves were my new life and accepted me as such. More than anyone else had ever done.
But it's typical; just as I am happy, a new problem has to wash in to the city I'd settled in, followed by a storm.
Family doesn't end with blood.
Life certainly doesn't end when you realise that those you thought were important are nothing to what Fate has in store for you, I begin to realise with the effects of lovely silver eyes.