DEV>Werewolf's Humanity: Ashes, Ashes (part 1)

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Even by werewolf standards, Sammy's had a rough life. He lost his parents as a child, wound up homeless, and got himself captured by human scientists for use in horrific experiments. Now that he's been rescued and adopted by a pack, he has a chance to start a new life for himself, but can he put his ghosts behind him and form the bonds he needs with his new family?

And here it is, the very first chapter of Phoenix's story! This is the beginning of a new serialized story. Starting now, I'm taking the scattered, out-of-order stories I've written, filling in the gaps with new stories, and updating the old ones. Samson Phoenix's new life starts here, and he's got a long, interesting path ahead of him as he builds a life for himself, and some times in spite of himself. I hope you all enjoy this journey with me!

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Werewolf's Humanity: Ashes, Ashes (part 2)
    He wasn’t sure how much time passed while he recuperated. Whenever he woke up, there would be a full plate of cold cut sandwiches and pitcher of water on the table beside his bed, and a couple times either Elizabeth or Ruth came in to check on his condition. He could smell richer, fancier meats wafting up from downstairs, but the cold cuts were a good idea--his stomach felt delicate, and he wasn’t sure if he could keep anything more robust than sandwich meat and bread down. Besides, it was still a step up from his usual diet.
    Eventually, though, he could sleep no longer. This room, which had been a haven at first, started to close in on him. He could hear activity downstairs, new voices adding to the general cacophony all the time. He still couldn’t make out any words, but he could tell from some tones that a few people were upset.
    His stomach lurched. Was it about him? Sammy had no idea how this society functio Werewolf's Humanity: Ashes, Ashes (part 3)
    Sammy dreamed, not of violence and bloodshed, but of the steak he’d been allowed to eat with the rest of the pack before being sent back to bed. Sarah was there, eating beside him. He wanted to ask her questions, but was too afraid to speak…
    He woke up, and checked the clock. 11:20. There was another set of used clothes ready for him, along with flip-flops, a pack of brand-new boxers and a hand-written note that said, “SHOWER and then come downstairs. -Ruth”
    He followed the instructions, and by the time he entered the kitchen, Ruth was already setting steaming-hot scrambled eggs and bacon on a table for him. “Eat up,” she said as she sat down with a mug of tea. “Then we’re going clothes shopping.”
    He sat down and began shoveling food into his mouth. Sammy couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten scrambled eggs, but these were fluffier than anyt

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