Since I couldn’t pick between either of their stories, I made up my own: the unholy union. Those two star-crossed lovers the world always needs. That werewolves needed them too, that kept us part of the world. The story was simple like Libby’s but sweeping and grand like Darren’s. A wolf and a logger’s daughter meet out in the moonlight night after night, trying to figure out the precise mechanics of their relationship. And the tragedy of it comes when the woman gives birth to the first of us, has to die from it. Except I guess that makes love the actual infection in our blood. I don’t know.
