Exert:
If you had asked me if I believed in curses 18 months ago I would have laughed at you and said Hell No. As far as I was concerned they were complete horse shite. That was then, now I'm not so sure.
My life was going well sort-of, me Da was the Alpha of our pack and he didn't care that his only son was gay. Even though me parents knew that ah dinnae like woman that way, the rest of the pack didn't. When me Da got sick, everyone started ta look to me to lead the pack. To them it was important that the Alpha provide an heir to keep the line and the pack strong. Clearly ah wasnae going ta be able to do that. That is why me cousin Derek did wit he did - Bastard. He'd always been jealous of me; ah suppose ah shouldn't blame him - the fucker. I should have been more careful but he caught me with my pants down - literally. Then things went to shit pretty damn quickly.
I was enjoying a tongue lashing a cute twink was giving me behind the Dog and Duck Pub and me cousin took a pic of it. One minute I was the golden boy, the next that photo had been sent to the whole pack and ah was out on me ear. Worse than that cousin Derek made sure I'd never be able to return - he got a gypsy woman to curse my tadger. The only person ah would be able to get it up for would be my fated mate. And like fairies they were hard to find, even if you did believe in them. I was so screwed.
But I'm getting ahead of meself, Introductions first, me names Kit Ross, well actually its Karl Iain Thomas Ross, but K.I.T, to my friends. I'm now 26 and ah live in a quiet and remote part of Scotland. Why do ah live in a quiet and remote part of Scotland? Because ah left town to avoid a riot. So here ah am oot in the middle of nowhere by meself trying to figure oot what the hell ta do and how ta get home and feeling as horny as hell.
If ah knew that living in an old croft in the woods was what awaited me after a night of fun. Ah think ah might have stayed home. I'll give you the gory details soon enough...
