In the forest on all fours with my underwear pulled down, the Pack Leader knelt behind me...I'm a dandy, a kind term here in Victorian England for a son who will never produce an heir. My father caught me one too many times kissing other boys, and when I refused to marry some cow to breed for his sake, that was the last straw. He arranged for me to be sent to a distant Monastery known for "resolving" issues like me. In return, my father's good name in our town would be restored, bringing prosperity for the rest of the family.I didn't think it could get much worse, but it did. On my way to the Monastery my coach was robbed and I was taken hostage. I was staring death in the face several times, and surely knew it was the worst day of my life. But then, I met him.I met Alastair. My gorgeous protector, a werewolf leading the men of the Finnegan Clan. He freed me from captivity, and gave me hope for the future. I had one final decision to make: would I go back to the posh safety of society or run with the pack?This short story is for mature audiences only! Over 7,000 words of a dandy being taken for one hell of a ride by some shapeshifting Scots in Victorian England. Contains adult content and graphic sex!