I wrote this paranormal novella for my dad. Here's the first six lines:
The moon had yet to rise the night my mother died and my sister’s fate was sealed. Mother took the invader down, ripped through clothing, skin, muscle and slammed her incisors into bone before the man managed to slash his weapon across her throat.
Metallic. Salty. Arousing. My first scents of human and wolf blood had me reeling.