I've always been drawn to stories about outsiders, and 'Mongrels' by Stephen Graham Jones is no exception. The main characters are a close-knit family of werewolves trying to survive in a world that doesn't understand them. There's the unnamed narrator, a young boy growing up in this chaotic, nomadic life, constantly torn between his human side and the wolf blood in his veins. His uncle Darren is the wild one, embracing the chaos of their nature, while his aunt Libby is more cautious, trying to protect the family from the dangers of their existence. The grandfather, though not always present, looms large in their stories, a figure of both wisdom and warning. What I love about these characters is how raw and real they feel—flawed, funny, and fiercely loyal to each other, even when their world is falling apart.