psychokittenterror

Alfred lived in a small house that was 5 miles from the nearest town one way and 13 miles the other way. His mother had been the werewolf, not his father. When he had asked she had told him that their tale was a sad story and not one fit for the sensitive ears of a puppy. Alfred never thought his upbringing was unnatural, after all he was a werewolf, but he had never realized that it had been just that until the day he had started living with humans. Alfred had been born a wolf and raised a wolf. When someone asked what Alfred’s mother looked like, the first image into his head was not the Native American with black hair and warm dark e