Frank's a born wolf. It's illegal to bite to turn nowadays so his options for mate are slim to none. There's a girl up in Virginia who's twenty-three and available but her smile sets his teeth on edge. Every now and then his phone will ping with a match from a mate-finder app but it's always someone older from the generation when wolf bites could be bought for one-hundred thousand dollars and a letter from their senator.
Frank settles into his singleness and widowhood. The kids keep him busy but it's hard raising pups when they ask about their mother so much. Soon they'll be old enough to understand the tragedy.
He's officially a healer: LD in a sea of MDs and ODs but it's in his blood. The dark magic that turned his bloodline courses through his veins and he's the only practitioner in the Pitt with an ear for the dark arts.
When Mel's cursed by a patient she bleeds internally for twenty-eight days in the ICU. No cure can be found.
It's forbidden to bite to turn but it'll heal Mel. She'll emerge a creature too. He gets permission from Robby, more potent than from any senator. As his teeth sink very carefully into her wrist on the night of the full moon her eyes flutter open.
He needs a mate. She needs to live. He considers it a fair trade.
ok but like.... would this be fun as a longer fic frangifam? 🌸 this is out of order but I wrote it this morning and I'm buzzing