Fang Chronicles

Present day...My name is Amy Stiles and I'm a journalist with a master's degree in journalism. All I want is to be taken seriously. It's hard because no matter how I try, my appearance is that of a teenager.The mantra "serious journalist" played through my head constantly. This might be my only chance to prove that I'm capable of performing this job as well as any man. In my career, I always tried to portray myself as older. This time, for the first time, I'm trying to appear younger. I glanced in the mirror and see an oval face with pure blue eyes and lush brown hair in ponytails with a slightly crooked part reflected back. I'm wearing no makeup and feel naked. It doesn't help that my shorts are skimpy. Okay, indecent. My tight shirt revealed the flatness of my small breasts. I never thought this quality would help my career given that boobs got jobs. It was sad, but I understand the field I work in.I snort at that last thought. No kidding I know this profession. My mother liv

Ivan paced the carpeted living room. "Why is she here?"Marcus shot him a furious glare. "I thought she was a young drug addicted prostitute and might need some help." It was one thing to kill in the moment. It was entirely another to go up to the room and kill the woman now. He should have done it in the alley."Do you want me to take care of her?"He knew Ivan would do it. They had hunted together on many occasions, but neither of them was a blood thirsty animal, and killing for the sake of killing had lost any appeal it might once have had. "I'll do it, but I need you to remove the body. Don't let the other pack members feed off her. I guess I'm getting sentimental in my old age, but it's really not her fault she has to die. Making it painless is the least we can do."Ivan nodded.Marcus knew his clan was more civilized than ever before, but they were still part animal and often needed the taste of a kill. It helped to keep them under control when it was important. "We'll head

Marcus reached for the ringing phone and frowned at the caller ID. They always left a few members of the pack behind as protection. He had a bad feeling. "Yes.""Sir, a Miss Amy Cox showed up at the city estate and asked to see you. When I informed her, you were not in residence, she ordered me to relay a message." After a pause and no response from his boss, he went on, "Tell him Amy Cox from the alley was here.""Thank you, Conner." Marcus's fingers tightened on the phone. A crack echoed through the room. Having read her article, he knew what she left out and that she was aware of more than they thought. It tormented him that he should have killed her in the alley but didn't. Now because of acceding to Alba's wishes, they were all at risk.Alba trotted into the room on four legs. Marcus knew she felt his emotions and had to wonder at his anger. His gaze met her soulful one as she rested her head on his knee. She came to soothe him; she was always like this when she carried a baby.

Lunch was brought to her room with a folded note on a silver tray. "Dress for dinner," whatever that meant. Amy wasn't sure if she was a prisoner or not, no matter what Hypo Man said. She decided to test the waters.With her K9 companion at her side, she made her way down the long hallway. Incredible western artwork was displayed on the walls. She wasn't familiar with the artists but she knew expensive art when she saw it. The staircase was beautiful and reminded her of Tara from Gone With the Wind, although she didn't feel like Scarlet. She didn't see anyone as she walked out the front door. The grounds were endless and she could see a path on the right side of the house. She walked through the pine trees, loving the smell. Pine needles softly crunched under her shoes. It was obvious the trail was well used. In the distance she heard a noise. Through the trees, about thirty feet away, she saw another hybrid wolf running even with her and Al. Piercing eyes followed and Amy could tell

Despite having her world turned upside down, dinner arrived and it was delicious. The conversation flowed, though Amy never dreamed they could discuss this subject matter with no one ending up in a loony bin. She was a journalist, and her investigative mind set in. They answered every question she asked without hesitation and that surprised her more than anything."Does it hurt to change from wolf to human or back again? Are you allergic to silver? Do others exist?" The questions went on and on, at least about the wolves, vampires were another story. When Amy finished asking everything she could think of, she asked the one question in the back of her mind that would not leave.Looking at Marcus she said, "Do you drink blood?"He looked at her and simply said, "Yes.""Do you kill people when you do it?"Alba laughed this time and answered. "We take care of Marcus' needs. That is what the wolves do. We have cared for him for many years and will continue as long as he is alive."Alb