NIRVANA

We made it to Portland. I didn’t even know how to feel or what to say meeting relatives I’d never met. I always thought that after I learned that my parents died, it was just me and my grandfather. 

Knight pressed the doorbell to a two-story suburban house. 

“Is this always wet around here?” My question made him smile.

“There are many werewolves in Portland. And your distant relatives are one of them.”

“I’m surprised that you know.”

“Your grandpa told ...