Lovell the Were-Orc: Part One (special preview)

Several years ago, back when you were still a bit young, your grandmother had remarried. You didn’t really remember much of your grandfather, only that everyone said you were nearly just like him. It was funny how that worked out. In personality you were like your grandfather, more chilled, more relaxed. But in appearance you resembled your grandmother, tall, a little husky, and a deep complexion.

But anyways, your grandmother remarried, and remarried well. Mac, as he liked to be called, had bought your grandmother a house on the island where she grew up. He had money to spend, and with not much family, he didn’t have anyone to really leave it too.

“And I won’t let the fucking banks get a hold of either. I’ll bury all my shit in a treasure chest if I had to.” He said this during your first meeting with him.

You had always been close to your grandmother, so seeing her leave was a bit of a gut punch, especially since she moved towards the end of high school. She had been wanting you to move out there as well, but your parents wanted you to get one of those so-called ‘higher educations’. You graduated from it, and what do you know, nothing happened. So, you finally moved to be with your grandmother.

“We’ve got you all set up.” Mac told you as he toured you around the house. “You’ve got the guest house all to yourself, but you’re welcome with us at any time.”

“Thanks,” was all you could muster. You were still kind of shocked about how big the whole place was. You shrugged your longboard up in your arms and looked towards your grandmother watching from the porch.

“I didn’t realize how big the property was. For some reason I got it into my head that Granny had always wanted a cozy place.”

“She’s got her cozy,” Mac laughed. “And she’s got the finer things. I tried to give her a bit of everything.” He motioned out to the orchard just beyond the fence. “That out there will be your responsibility while you’re here.”

You frowned a little bit. “I knew you said you had a job for me. But I don’t really know anything about trees.”

Mac slapped your back and laughed. “No worries, son. It’s not the trees you’ll be taking care of, I’ve got other people for that. What I want you to do is pack and deliver the care packages.”

You furrowed your brow. “Care packages?”

“I don’t need all this fruit. I don’t need to sell it either. So, I give back to the community that gave me your grandmother.” He said this with an expression in his eyes that made you jealous. Seeing how much love he had for your grandmother, you couldn’t help but want someone who would look at you like that even when you were nowhere around.

“Mac! Baby!” Your grandmother called from the house. “Come inside, I’m sure he’s exhausted.”

Mac laughed and patted your back. “More than that later, son. For now, you get to relax and enjoy getting used to your new home.”

Over the next few days, your things were delivered and you began unpacking bit by bit. Of course, your grandmother and Mac had already started adding their touches to the guest house. They bought you dishware for the kitchen, filled the fridge with food and drinks, and had bought you perhaps the only bit of furniture you were concerned with; a bed. You’d grown up on a single, got used to the ezra room of a twin in college, so you weren’t going to complain with whatever they got you. But your grandmother showed out and bought you a king. It was the best luxury you could think of inside.

Outside, the luxury was just living on such a beautiful island. Your grandmother had talked on end about her childhood, how beautiful it was, how shitty tourists are, but mostly the good memories. It was a nice enough place you could take your long board out and cruise for hours. The air was balmy, with the perfect bit of breeze. Plus, you could ride right alongside the beach, which was it’s own kind of beautiful.