Full Moon
"Are you enjoying your trip?" Laughing at his own joke, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder again. “They're here, under the tarpaulin."
While still pretending to be relaxed and still, I stole glances at those who were with us. Man and woman. The man smelled like a wolf that drove me off the cliff into the ocean, I remembered the woman from the Crypt nightclub. She was a member of the Bodega Bay pack. I knew it. She showed great interest when Randy's name came up.
Randy climbed the hill and then threw me to the ground. "Hell, this isn't even going to be fun."
“She suits Joe better,” the woman said. "You enjoy drugging your companions, don't you, Jo?"
"You went." The boot pushed me down a short slope. I kept my body loose as I rolled, but then I crashed into the base of a tree. I hit my back on the trunk. I lowered my head to the moss-covered area and watched the men.
"But it still counts, r
It will be more fun with her While they were planning, I kept in the shadows and stepped out onto the path, a hundred meters from where they were standing. I ran across to the other side, into the woods on the other side, and came back. The two men made what looked like a run down the hillside, apparently determined to search the ditch. The woman remained standing by the all-terrain vehicles. She will die first. Silently stepping barefoot, I approached the woman from the Crypt from behind. She leaned against the seat of the ATV, her eyes fixed on what was happening in the ravine. "Do you see her?" Randy's growl brought a smile to my lips. "Are you sure she fell right here?" Joe asked. "Where the hell else? The rover is right up there. You can see the wheel hanging from the edge. This is where she should have been. Cam!" he shouted. "Do you see anything?" “Yes,” she muttered. “A couple of idiots rummaging around in
If I fuck you, she will make me AlphaHe ran the flat side of the knife over the exposed part of my stomach.“Marcus wouldn't keep quiet about you. So special, our Sam. Quinn is one of the first families of wolves. With your sorcerous blood, he definitely knew that you would be special. Something we've never seen before. So proud of you. Just like Mick. The next Alpha, our Mick, I killed Luther just for Alphaship" From his smile my knees buckled."I didn't have time to finish when you ran away. Mick followed your trail to the cabin. You should have seen the look on his face when he found me and my knives.” He chuckled. "Priceless. No more Mick in my way."Grabbing my face, still clutching the knife in his fingers, he said: "And when I'm done, no one will ever see you again." He tilted my head back and then ran the tip of his knife over the infinity symbol he had carved above my wrist seven years ago."A
Trying to cover my feminine charms.I didn't need fangs and claws with Owen. And so I stood in front of him. He gasped. I reincarnated at the speed of thought. I looked at myself. Naked, bloody, covered in dirt and wisps of Randy's fur. Angry red welts girded my wrists. I almost laughed when I saw the horror on Owen's face."Do you have a shirt that I can borrow?" He began to tighten and then stopped."Wait. I like this shirt.” He turned to the dragon. "Can Sam borrow yours?"I would have sworn the dragon rolled his eyes. "It's just a plain white T-shirt. You have a dozen."The dragon raised and lowered its head. "Thank you!"Owen lowered his backpack, rummaged through it, and returned with a folded white T-shirt. He waved his hand, and dirt and fur disappeared from me. He tossed me a T-shirt. She fit perfectly but was too short. I pulled it down, trying to cover my feminine charms. He laughed, what a bastard. “Trus
Naked she-wolf, waiting for her fate."Etienne." He ignored my orders because he did not agree with them. "As a result, you almost died." Damn, kelpie! “I put him to death. Laetitia was Etienne's mate."I winced at that word. "What's the matter?""Nothing. It's just... you said the couple. I thought vampires didn't mate, let alone werewolves."“I really don't know, I've never been a werewolf. We can and do have partners whenever we want. For us, this is a real partnership, a comrade with whom you can spend eternity. We don't have a biological need to procreate, so that's out of the equation. When we choose a partner, we perform a blood-binding ceremony, and this lasts until our actual death. And what?"“Someone…” I glanced at Owen, who winced. “I just heard you guys don't do it."Clive glanced at Owen, too, before focusing back on me. “I would prefer that if you have questions about vampires, you should contact me. I have been one of them longer than all the people in this clearing…”
In a grim and distressing turn of events, Sam found herself in her apartment, subjected to a thorough examination by Dr. Underfoot. The reason for this examination was a harrowing incident in which she had been sexually assaulted by a man named Randy. In a desperate act of self-defense, Sam had managed to defend herself, ultimately taking Randy's life. Dr. Underfoot, a medical professional, was tasked with conducting a comprehensive evaluation of Sam's physical and emotional well-being in the wake of this traumatic event. The examination involved a series of tests and medical procedures aimed at assessing any potential injuries, evidence of the struggle, and collecting vital forensic evidence for legal purposes. After the examination, Dr. Underfoot recommended that Sam undergo bed rest to aid her physical recovery and emotional healing. This was essential to allow her body to recuperate from the physical trauma she had endured during the struggle with Randy. Moreover, the
In the dim moonlight, I suddenly spotted a figure ahead of me, its form cloaked in the same ominous hooded attire as the men who had been chasing me. A surge of panic coursed through my veins, and I instinctively came to a sudden halt. My heart pounded louder than ever as I watched the figure stand motionless just a few feet in front of me. My breathing was ragged and labored, my chest heaving, and my legs trembling from exhaustion. In that split second, as I tried to make sense of the situation, I stumbled over an unyielding root hidden in the forest floor. I fell hard, my body twisting in a painful tumble until I landed facing the hooded figure. Time seemed to stand still as I lay there, dazed and vulnerable, staring at the shadowy figure before me. It felt like the world had conspired to trap me in this surreal nightmare. My pulse
In the days that followed the unsettling events and revelations, my life settled into a somber rhythm, marked by a cautious return to a semblance of normalcy. Before I resumed working at my bar, there was a period of introspection and support from my friends. Each morning, as the sun cast its gentle rays upon my apartment, I would awaken to the gentle sounds of the city outside my window. The memories of my recent ordeal still haunted my dreams, leaving me with restless nights and moments of reflection in the quiet hours before dawn. My days were often spent in solitude, grappling with the myriad emotions and unanswered questions that swirled within me. The city outside buzzed with its usual activity, yet I felt detached from the bustling world beyond my doorstep. The weight of the pendant's mystery and the looming threat of unseen adversaries cast a shadow over my every thought. Throughout this period, Clive, Dave, and Dr. Underfoot remained unwavering pillars of supp
Coco's story had cast a shadow over our conversation, leaving a lingering sense of unease in its wake. Her eyes held a mix of compassion and concern as she leaned closer, her voice lowered to a hushed tone. "Sam," she began gently, "I know it might sound unconventional, but considering what you've been through, have you ever thought about exploring the possibility of using black magic to find answers or to protect yourself?" Her suggestion hung in the air, a palpable shift in the conversation's tone. I hesitated, my thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of doubt and uncertainty. The idea of delving into the arcane and the unknown was both alluring and terrifying. Coco, ever the persuasive friend, began to share stories of individuals who had turned to such practices as a last resort, finding