I disregard the stares that follow me toward that cottage on the edge of the village, their judging eyes boring into my back, my legs shaking harder with every step I take and the more whispers I hear on the wind. My knees threatening to buckle and take me down to the level they think I should be. Was I really stupid for coming back here? Maybe-but I could not ignore their call for me. I could not overlook their need of me in this time. I never belonged until they took my mother and I in, kept her safe in their pack even after my shame and for that I would always come when they call. This is too much to ask of me. They know it. I know it. Yet I've come. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Important My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE 18 YEARS AND OLDER. There will be some instances/scenes/suggestions of sexual acts, crude language and will portray gay relationships between males. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature please leave now. I will not condone/defend/accept any sort of attacks on my stories, my characters or myself. It is well within your right to choose what type of entertainment you prefer but I will not be blamed for your curiosity. Read at your own risk. ******************************************************
