Joseph Fletcher

***XANDER MARION*** He always thought back to the night his father bit him. The anguish he was strung upon. The way his father casually showed up the next morning in his robe to help him up. The older master Marion must have left Xander out here alone in the dark. He never thought to take him inside for shelter and warmth even after the moon curse subsided. He looked into James’s eyes and saw nothing but Self-fulfillment. If James wanted anything in this world, it was to see Xander grow as a wolf.     “Take my hand, Xander.” Xander crawled back away from his father on the ground.       “Get away from me.” James crouched in from of him and smiled.       “I see you are not clinging on to your hurting arm.” Xander still felt the stiffening pain in his left arm. The wound was stung as much as he was displeased with his father. He took up a spike in his left arm and stood up against his father.      “You are cruel. You are a very cruel man,” Xander gnashed his teeth. The pain and courage in