Chapter 11: They Don’t Tell You How Expensive it is to be a Werewolf

Welcome back, dear readers. In case you missed the way the world changed last month, werewolves are a thing. So are vampires and a bunch of other things, but we’re going to focus on the Lycanthrope-Americans. The shifters. The people who don’t just go bump in the night, but who howl at the moon.

People like me.

I’ll be your guide to the less visible part of the big change, the part people don’t often talk about. I’ll show you all the things those fat cats in Washington (who may now literally be fat CATS for all I know) don’t want you to know about suddenly turning into a wolf during that time of the month.

And I gotta say, it’s not all bad. It was one thing when every month part of my body would tear itself away and leave a bunch of blood that needed to be cleaned up and left me feeling intense emotions, physical pain, and a sincere desire to commit acts of violence that may or may not violate the Geneva convention. But now that I turn into a wolf, it’s not all that bad.