Chapter 11
“On the eleventh day of Christmas my werewolf gave to me eleven dozen headless werewolves, ten Jen cakes, nine werewolves prancing, eight laughing females, seven perfect kisses, six packs of Oreos, five satisfied smiles, four hours of hotness, three growling males, two cursing pups, and a furball in a fir tree.
How many of you can make those words work in this song without screwing it up? Yes, I’m laughing at you as you try to sing it.” ~Jen
Fane stood staring at the desk he’d inherited much too soon. He’d yet to sit in the chair that had once been his father’s. Even being in his da’s office was occasionally difficult. Most times, it was a kick to the gut when he initially walked in, but then after a few deep breaths, he was able to get his emotions under control. Today was C
