Chapter 1October, 11 Years Later
Tonight was his last shift at Zháo’s Chinese. After tonight he would only write, attend his classes, and teach. He knew he wasn’t going to write the great American novel. Colin just wanted to make a living as a writer. He was gay, and there was no romance in his life and from where he stood there wouldn’t be anytime soon, so he made it up to suit himself.
Colin had finished his first series of gay werewolf novels three years before. They sold because werewolves were a hot topic and Colin’s ideas about romance came from his numerous daydreams denied reality. Colin was the boy who carried the scar. They called him Scarface or Frankenstein throughout his school years. He never complained to his ma or his da because he always secretly hoped they would get bac
