Viviane pursed her lips while she scraped a heaping pile of scrambled eggs next to the sausage on the plate that she’d set in front of her husband.“I don’t know,” Arthur reluctantly said as he leaned back in his chair to avoid having his body hinder his wife’s serving progress, “I hate to accuse the girl.”“I could tell by her breathing that she was awake,” Viviane said.  “Her shoulder was showing from beneath the covers.  It was bare.  It’s time we say something.”“I think she’s the one taking our livestock and not the fox,” he mused. “It would explain why your traps aren’t working,” she replied.Pounding his fist on the table so hard that his plate jumped and bits of scrambled eggs danced about on it, Arthur spat, “I hate this!”“I was hoping it would skip us,” Viviane said.&ldquo

Brett’s gut was so twisted that he could barely make the shift with ease.  It had been a long time since he’d sensed a newly awakened curse in the area. This was the first time that he’d picked up on one who was in need of help.  What kind of help remained to be seen.  He suspected it was big though, since his gut was rarely wrong.He waited for his entire pack to shift before he allowed his own transformation to take over.  His pack was a mixture of man wolves and full wolves.  While most pack masters would govern over one type or the other, Brett allowed all in need of a pack to join.  His only requirement was that they all get along.  Since man-wolves tended to be far more aggressive and ornerier than a full wolf, he often needed to remind them of this rule by force.He was one of the rare ones who had the ability to shift either partially into a man wolf, which was basically a human’s body with a wolf&rsquo