Meet Darren Murchison – self employed plumber and reluctant werewolf.
GARY snickered. “You said ‘bollocks’,” he explained when I glared at him.
“Oh for Pete’s sake, grow up.” I stabbed a finger towards the placid brown and white
shapes grazing opposite my new kitchen window. “I said ‘bullocks’. It’s another word for
cows. Boy cows.”
“You’re going to fit right into this isolated farming community, aren’t you?” Gary
turned on his heel, surveying my new home and the surrounding countryside with a baffled
eye. “Rather you than me, but I hope you’ll be happy here.”
“I don’t see why not. There isn’t another plumber for twenty miles.” I grinned. “I’ll be
fulfilling a need.”
“And what about the other thing?”
“Which thing?” I asked, knowing what was coming and looking forward to it.
Gary made his hands into claws, rolled his eyes and lolled his tongue like a zombie
Once I’d finished laughing at him, I replied, “Not a whiff. This place is ideal. Over the
garden wall there’s ten thousand acres of bugger all apart from Forestry Commission larch,
bracken and sheep. The nearest pack is based in Welshpool.”
Gary nodded, his expression both sympathetic and relieved. He had seen me through a
lot of scary stuff, both as a staunch defender and a total pain in the arse once I was strong
enough again to be teased. Coming out to him had been hard but was a piece of cake in
comparison with the conversation that had begun, “You know how it was a full moon last
“I’m going to miss you,” I said.