The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 5
**Chapter 5** “Alright, girl; I've helped deliver dozens of lyccan pups, so you have nothing to worry about. I promise you: you're in the best hands in all of Howling Grove!" boasted Marjorie as she helped Elise to a different part of the den, so that...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 12
**Chapter 12** It was nighttime in Howling Grove. Somewhere under the full moon, a safe distance away from Duskprowler's den, three she-werewolves stood. One was of a grayish brown, one was pure white, and one was jet-black. Their names were Elise,...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 7
**Chapter 7** “So, tomorrow is the big day, isn't it?" said Marjorie to Anabelle, both of them in their werewolf forms, sitting just outside the latter's den. “Yep! Tomorrow, my Littlepaws turns three," responded the white she-werewolf,...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 13
**Chapter 13** Somewhere in the more affluent part of Roud City, a certain estate rose above all others, easily eclipsing them in size and grandeur. As far as the public eye knew, it belonged to one Mr. Raoul Bertrand, a successful entrepreneur and...
The Offering of the Fangs 2, chapter 4
**Chapter 4** What follows is an account of the second day of Elise in Howling Grove, before she had met Rose... The girl and her lycca were in the main clearing of the grove, both of them in their werewolf forms. The light of the morning sun...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 14
**Chapter 14** On the night of September 15, 1160, Raoul Bertrand drew his final breath. The grisly details of his murder would dominate all conversation in Roud City for the next several weeks. He was, after all, a public figure known for his...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 15
**Chapter 15** “We’re home!” So did Anabelle say to Darkhowl as the large lycca welcomed her back to Howling Grove. While they nuzzled each other’s necks affectionately, Duskprowler helped Natalie introduce Adelaide to Elise and the others....
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 8
**Chapter 8** Fuck God. If there’s anything I learned in the twenty years I’ve been alive, it’s that he doesn’t care about us. Hell, he might not even exist! That would make more sense actually, as I can’t imagine why a supposedly all-loving deity...
The Offering of the Fangs 2, chapter 10
**Chapter 10** One year prior, in a familiar circular clearing to the southeast of Howling Grove, there stood three she-werewolves. One had a coat of unruly black fur; another was tall and robust, with a gray coat of fur and a sizable bust; and the...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 9
**Chapter 9** So there I was, lost in a dreamless slumber within a black mist of ethereal darkness. Unholy things were happening back in the waking world, beyond the veil of unconsciousness smothering all of my senses, but there was nothing I could do...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 10
**Chapter 10** Ah, what good does it do me to reminisce about the supremely shitty life I had, now that the final curtain hangs over me? I don't know, yet I can't help it either. I guess it's just inevitable. Then again, all the things that happened...