Usually, I save the SotS
statements for the end of the year.
But this year, I have been kind
of overcome by how fucking much happened between my last birthday and
this one and I kind of need to talk about how much I’ve done and gone through.
Friends, I am always somewhat
surprised to make it another full rotation around the sun. For various reasons –
physical health issues, my fear of accidents, one or more bad flights – I always
wake up on the morning of my birthday like “huh, I made it”.
There’s a werewolf in Granny’s kitchen and Red doesn’t know where to start asking questions. But this surprise visitor might just wind up being the best thing in Red’s life.
Note: I started (hand) writing this story near the end of last year. It’s been in the works for way longer than that. I wanted to write the werewolf story that I wasn’t seeing in the world: a story where a cute and tiny Black werewolf gets the (big and buff) girl and then – They get another girlfriend. This is one of the most self indulgent thing that y’all will see from me this year, especially if you dodged listening to the A/B/O post on Patreon. Thank you for coming along on my journey for yet another year. I love y’all like my little bossy werewolf loves baking. ❤
Red isn’t expecting the wolf that she finds in her
grandmother’s sunny kitchen. It’s not like she’s never seen a werewolf before,
this part of the country is lousy with them. However, Red has never seen a
werewolf in her grandmother’s house
before. Not with how… complicated the relationships are between her grandmother
and the local packs.
Hell, Red has even worked with a few werewolves at the zoos
she’s been working at across the years. They’re the best people to have at your
side when dealing with the natural wolves that many zoos have, and they can
handle the heavier predators.
The werewolf bending down in front of the oven doesn’t look
like any of the werewolves that Red has worked with before. For one thing, Red
thinks to herself as she watches the werewolf straighten up to a not-so
intimidating height, this is the shortest werewolf Red has ever seen. She
barely comes up to Red’s shoulders and she seems like such a tiny little thing.
Gold eyes meet green ones.
At some point during Red’s distracted observation, the
werewolf has turned to face her. Oh, and what a face. Deep brown skin, high
cheekbones and an upturned nose.
You can probably tell from the
spoopy header I made just for this, but October is my favorite month of the
I’m gonna be real here: it’s Halloween
month and Birthmonth wrapped up into one super spooky package and I
always tend to go overboard with everything. It’s what we all deserve, after
all. October is the real spiritual start of fall here in the US (sorry September)
and I put my all into being the embodiment of that spooky, post-summer