All These Years

LeeMy life changed one hot summer evening in 1935— two young men trying to prove werewolves really could get drunk, a kiss that felt perfect and inevitable, then a painful morning after— but that night's twenty-five years in my rearview mirror. I've been to war in Europe, returned alone, and built a satisfying life among humans. So now, in my forties, the mere scent of Micah Crue in the sheriff's ...