Big Bad Wolves

Peter "Penis" Caldwell (nickname bestowed courtesy of popular jock, Jackson Davis) didn't necessarily have a lot of things going for him. 1. See "Penis." 2. He attended high school in a small town that was as bigoted as it was boring. 3. He was maybe, sort of, a little bit (a lot) gay. None of that meant, however, that Peter was prepared for the consequences when he is bitten by a giant wolf during a reckless night of teenage adventure.

In Peter's eyes, Damon Prince was a lot of things. 1. A fierce, dangerously capable alpha. 2. An annoyingly (endearingly) protective asshat. 3. The sexiest man on the planet. (He was a pretty good kisser too.) Damon would argue that Peter ought to add big, bad wolf to the list. Emphasis on the bad part. Damon had never made to hide the fact that he was the villain in the strange, supernatural turn Peter's life had taken since being bitten. He had shoved that little tidbit down Peter's throat even.

Shock. It was an emotion Peter had grown disturbingly familiar with over the past year. So familiar that he thought he had mastered the feeling by now. Case in point: 1. Werewolves exist? Sure. 2. He was one now? Whatever. 3. Brom, Chad, Knave (insert name here) wanted to assault, kidnap, and/or kill him? Not ideal, but Peter had dealt with it all like a champ.