You Look Lost, Pup by Rob MacWolf

Early fall. A werewolf pack, in procession, on the highway. From campground to crossroad, from state line to state park, from motel to mountain pass to mourning they chase not just their grief, but a question: how did they each get there, and who will bring them home? Because each looks in the mirror and says... And then, late spring. A lone wanderer, with more hope than is wise and less time than he knows, carrying what he believes to be good news but which is really a question, saying to all who will listen... At last, high summer. A young werewolf feels, with all the desperation of youth, that he's waited all his life to find the place he belongs, if only he can find the right person to say to him... And you, as well, who read this now. You look lost, pup.

Adult • Diversity Representation/LGBTQ+/Own Voices • Fantasy/Magical Realism • Contemporary Fiction

Content Warning: Queer Sexuality