My name is Marcie. I'm too young to drink but old enough to drive. I like reading and writing stories, and lurked on Fictionpress for a long time before deciding to post a story. There's really nothing else - if you came here to be amused, then read my story. Also, I'm offering my services as a beta reader, so if anyone would like a hand with spelling/grammar/characterization or whatever, feel free to message me.

INSPIRATION:

Borderline: I like werewolves. I've always liked werewolves, even before Twilight - Twilight was a lukewarm experience for me. So my affection for werewolves started this story, along with this bit from Ani DiFranco's "Parameters":

"...years go by and not once do you come home to find a man sitting in your bedroom.

That is, a man you don't know; who came all this way to deliver one very specific message:

'Lock your back door, you idiot. However invincible you imagine yourself to be,

You are wrong.'"