Lyall Lupin Novels & Stories

He had not been privy to the yellow golden hue of his formerly blue eyes once they shifted and his lust seemed to activate without provocation. Rick grunted once more before reaching down and gripping Casey's messy hair and wrapping it around his thick powerful fingers. He arched his hips and thrust upward into the greedy younger lad's mouth loving the feel of the warmth that enveloped him as he slowly began to give in to his ever-burning lust and opened his own formerly dark eyes to reveal the same eerie yellow-golden hue that had been the staple of his sexual craze ever since he'd become a werewolf himself.

Lots of it. Lupine is a beautiful flower that looks like a much larger version of lavender. If I jump off this log I’ll land in a lupine patch. Uncle J is not playing around. Silver and lupine are toxic and lethal to a mutolupus, but as long as nothing gets in the bloodstream I should be okay, so while this would be unpleasant we’re not in mortal danger. Uncle J wouldn’t endanger our lives for the sake of training. My best chance is jumping as far as I can and hoping I’m out of the danger zone.

The second entry catches my eye because the herb she mentions sounds familiar. Lupinus Oreganus is notoriously hard to find, typically thriving in prairies and the outer forest edges. I've yet to locate any nearby; the only place I've found it was in the Siuslaw. "Lupinus Oreganu..." I consult her herb notebook and quickly locate what I need—Lupines, a plant known for its role in visions and clarity.

My eyes widened at what she said. “E-every food in our household always serves lupine,” I replied. I remembered my father told me that eating lupine will improve our senses and that this is the staple ingredient in Guala’s food. “A day or two of not eating or drinking it will lose its efficacy, the reason you shifted that night.” “If she is drinking it for so long, is there a chance that there will be an aftereffect?” I looked at Alarick, who was taking the topic seriously.

"We ran the samples through the new spectrum analysis. Like we told you before, we found a secondary organic compound that was overlooked in the original 2004 toxicology because, frankly, human science didn't have a reason to look for it. It’s Aconitum napellus." The name sounded like a curse. "I don't... I’ve heard that name before," I whispered, though my blood had already begun to turn to slush in my veins. "Commonly known as Wolfsbane, Ms. Millie-Rose," the doctor replied, his voice dropping an octave. "But it’s the concentration that is... disturbing. We brought in a consultant, a specialist in lupine physiology who has worked with the regional packs.” I braced myself up for whatever th