Werewolf fiction
Whenever a werewolf pops up in a book or movie or tv show you know there’s going to be a whole lot of angst about how hard it is to ‘control the beast.’ Usually, this is needed to keep a partner or loved one safe. In many cases writers will try to make a parallel between the inner beast in man and how it’s only by a thin thread of humanity that it’s kept in check..yada, yada. But what about the inner beast in woman? In my short story, Expecting, (casual plug) I wanted to explore what would happen if the roles were reversed. Because women can be just as protective--and just as destructive--as men, and if we forget what it is to be human, then we too can become monsters.
From Expecting...
‘She took a moment to stare at herself in the reflection of the glass door of the car. The beat-up Volvo showed a pair of iridescent green eyes--the kind of eyes you would see on a lonely stretch of road, caught for the briefest second in the beams of a car before the animal darted off into the brush. Agatha blinked and her irises returned to their normal dark brown. Control was becoming to her like the quails that darted between the cacti of the Arizona desert--irresistibly chase-able, inevitably elusive.’
You can find the whole story here https://www.theangelshaveeyes.com/post/expecting