Caleb Joelson is a young man on the brink of adolescence who discovers a world he never knew existed: that of the werewolf. As he struggles to come to terms with his new abilities, he grows and matures into the Pack leader position he never asked for. He finds himself disillusioned with the expectations of his Pack and his two on-and-off girlfriends, when one day he meets the most beautiful and interesting person he's ever seen before—an eight-hundred-year-old vampire by the name of Gabriel. Sparks fly, and Caleb's sexuality begins to bloom, pushing him head over heels in love with the world-wise Gabriel. Can he keep his new love secret from his Pack, or will they force him to choose between the life he's always known and the life he could have with Gabriel?
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“Hey, Pops!” said Tara, running to give the man a hug.
“Well, hello, sweetheart!” said the man, laughing. He was about seventy, wrinkled and slender, with pure white hair, thick bifocals, and a hearty laugh that gave Caleb a warm feeling. “And Derek!” he said, smiling. “And…oh, my. Who is this strapping young man?” he said, looking directly at Caleb.
“Pops, this is Caleb. He’s new in town and he’s changing. I don’t think he’s had anyone tell him what it means. His parents died when he was a kid and he lives with his uncle.”
“I see, I see,” said Pops, nodding. He sized up Caleb, inhaling deeply. He sniffed a few times, which Caleb thought was pretty strange, and he stared directly into Caleb’s eyes.
“You recently had your thirteenth birthday, yes? And you’ve been noticing things, haven’t you? Increased appetite? Your senses overloading?”
Caleb felt his face get hot. “Uh, yes,” he said, unsure why all these people seemed to know this.
Pops nodded. “You, my boy, are changing. And when I say changing, I don’t mean the ordinary change that most humans go through when they hit puberty. The cracking voice and pimples and hormones – although you’ll get those too. No, son, you are Changing. You are turning from a boy into a man.”
Caleb stared, lost. “I don’t understand.”
Pops smiled at him, like his own grandfather might have. “Son, you’re a werewolf.”
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