He was tired of hiding and it was time to live. What better time to take control than on the Fourth of July weekend? After all, if it hadn't been for him on that day two hundred years ago, the British would still own the colonies.Equal parts wolf, vampire, human, and machine, nothing could stop him. Frank smiled and shook his head, remembering the first time he had seen the movie Frankenstein. Boy, had the writers gotten his story wrong. Created in Cotswold Hills, not Ingolstadt, Germany, Frank had every right to hate England and anyone associated with the country. After they had killed his father and thought him dead as well, Frank had come to the new country to start a new life.He didn't have bolts in his neck, but he had a long bolt in his twelve-inch cock. Of course, women never complained. Frank's black hair was tied back into a braid down to his ass, his eyes were wolf's green, his teeth were those of a vampire for feeding, and his skin was part human and wolf. There were no scars on his body.
