A Solar Flare short.
In 1852, the alpha and beta of a werewolf pack comprised entirely of those discarded and dehumanized by the practices of the time chase a promise of prosperity into the Pacific Ocean.
September 8th, 1852
The room was cozy. The cold night was held at bay by thick-paned windows and lush curtains. A fire crackled cheerfully from the clean stone fireplace. A series of candles sat upon desks and tables. The huge bed was neatly made, so far unoccupied for the night. Thick rugs covered the hardwood floor. A collection of fine cloaks, coats, scarves, and hats hung on hooks by the door in a dark rainbow of colors.
Storie Lovejoy smiled cruelly from behind a cup of tea as she watched the lights of the town down the road. The lights were moving, condensing, dripping in her direction. This could only mean one thing.
The men of the town were coming.