91.The Curse Which Was a Blessing

Quinn

When we were younger, we had a nanny. She was human and she loved fairy tales. She would always read them to us. Her favourite of all those stories was The Beauty and the Beast. She knew we were werewolves and felt that we would be able to relate more to that.

I was always annoyed anytime she read the story and felt like she was mocking us. Why else would she call us beasts who would be eager to have a beautiful girl love them to save them?

I had been so happy when she finally resigned to start a family of her own, grateful that I wasn't going to listen to the story again.

It wasn't until we grew up a bit more that I realized that our nanny was trying to tell us about ourselves. We were alike with the beast. We were werewolves who would have to be mated to a woman. We were definitely going to be more patient and hopeful she loved us than the beast had been with Beauty.

At the moment, feeling trapped and unable to move an inch of my muscle, I felt more like the beast than on any