“Okay, then. Fine. I love the pack—the Ohks are my family. I accept that even though no one ever asked if I wanted to be a werewolf. But no one ever asks to be born, so, fine, I get it. Just a thing I must deal with. I don’t mind being part of the pack, hunting, all that other stuff. I don’t even mind s*x in that form. It can be fun.” A flick of a smile passed over Jake’s expression before it quickly faded. “But…I can’t breed. It’s not who I am. I’m not a female deep down. I’m this gender, male, masculine, trans man, whatever, I’m this and that’s Jake.”
“That’s a very human answer, actually,” Sheamus said. He wanted to share his own origin story, as banal as it was in comparison, of being from a family full of cops and needing to depart from the career trajectory even though he still beli
