In the forest on all fours with my underwear pulled down, the Pack Leader knelt behind me...
I'm a dandy, a kind term here in Victorian England for a son who will never produce an heir. My father caught me one too many times kissing other boys, and when I refused to marry some cow to breed for his sake, that was the last straw. He arranged for me to be sent to a distant Monastery known for "resolving" issues like me. In return, my father's good name in our town would be restored, bringing prosperity for the rest of the family.
I didn't think it could get much worse, but it did. On my way to the Monastery my coach was robbed and I was taken hostage. I was staring death in the face several times, and surely knew it was the worst day of my life. But then, I met him.
I met Alastair. My gorgeous protector, a werewolf leading the men of the Finnegan Clan. He freed me from captivity, and gave me hope for the future. I had one final decision to make: would I go back to the posh safety of society or run with the pack?
This short story is for mature audiences only! Over 7,000 words of a dandy being taken for one hell of a ride by some shapeshifting Scots in Victorian England. Contains adult content and graphic sex!
