[Apple]
“Hi, Alpha Sterling,” I tried to sound cheerful, even though I felt like I failed. “Can you please ask your Beta to pick me up at 7:30 instead? I don't want to sign anything...yet," I explain. "I just want to give it a try."
My heart is racing and I am unable to sleep as I process what I’m about to do tomorrow. What am I going to wear, how am I going to survive in a building full of apex predators.
Staring at the clock across the room, I watch the minutes tick by slowly.
Why does it feel that I’ve jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire?
A brisk banging on the door jolts me awake. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but by the way, my eyes are burning, it couldn’t have been that long ago.
“5:59” I groan as I peek through my swollen eyelids.
Maybe they’ll go away, or Hazel or one of her roommates will get it.
BANG. BANG. BANG. “Ms. LeRoux!” the doorframe rattles with the strength of his banging as he calls my name repeatedly.
Falling off the couch with a thunk, I hurry to the door to open it before either my new roommates kill me or the neighbors call the cops.
“Um, hello,” I open the door and find a handsome young werewolf with long blonde hair braided off of his face, warm brown eyes, and a genuine smile.
“Ms. LeRoux?” His voice is a question, when I nod his smile widens. “I’m Beta Randolph Forrester. I’m here to take you to work.”
I turn around to look at the hanging clock. “I asked to be picked up at 7:30.”
The young man standing on the front porch blushes at my state of undress and I remember stripping down to my bra and panties the night before, I cross my hands over my chest as he averts his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Luna,” he gulps. “But the Alpha overrode your request.”
A tendril of anger rises inside of me. He said I had time to think. He said I could negotiate my terms, but already on day one of our trial arrangement he is changing the rules! What was the point in having me arrange a later time with his Beta when he’s going to show up whenever he wants?
“Um,” I gesture toward the worn-down couch in the center of the living room. “Why don’t you come in and sit down while I grab something quick to eat and…”
“No time,” he grabs my hand and pulls me through the door. “We need to get going right now! We have so many stops to make before you’re ready and…”
“Hold up,” I snag my hand out of his grip. “Can’t I at least put something on first?”
His face grows even redder as he averts his gaze to my toes. “You have 5 minutes, but then you need to be in the car.” His expression is still polite and friendly as he adds. “ I’ve been instructed to carry you out if necessary.”
Not wanting to make a fuss, I do the best I can to throw on whatever I can find.
Racing down the stairs and into the hall when I reach the entryway, the beta is waiting there, his hands crossed over his chest.
“Luna,” he nods, holding the door open for me.
“Um, thank you,” I look sheepishly at the Beta Rudy whose face is unreadable as he leads the way to the car he has parked out front. It is a nice car, a fine black sedan polished to a shine, not unlike the one the Alpha had driven me home in the night before.
When I reach to open the passenger side door, the Beta moves into place blocking me.
“A Luna NEVER opens her own door,” he insists. “And she always sits in the back.”
“That’s…” I’m about to protest when he shakes his head again.
“That’s the way it is, Luna.” He opens the back door. Taking a deep breath, I try to adjust my thinking as I take my seat. This is all so new to me and werewolf culture is complicated.
“Now please don’t take this the wrong way,” he takes a deep breath as we pull up to our next stop. “But we need to do something about the way you look. I can’t bring you into work looking inappropriate. It will make both myself and the Alpha look negligent of your needs.”
Looking down at myself, I can see his point. I’m wearing borrowed clothing that is two sizes too big and my hair looks like it’s been through a tornado. This look wouldn't be appropriate even at my old job.
“Okay,” I agree meekly, my voice small. “I guess that’s okay.”
Smiling, he drives us to a more affluent part of town and stops in front of a tall, black building.
As we step out of the car, we are greeted by a middle-aged witch with a bright streak of silver in her coal-black hair. She looks me up and down with a discerning eye, her lips tightly pinched.
Beta Rudy clasps his hands as he looks down at his watch.
“I’ll be back, Luna,” he apologizes, looking over his shoulder at the cold-eyed witch with the hyper-critical gaze. “I’ll have to make this next stop without you.”
"O...kay," I barely manage to say before he dashes off, leaving me alone with yet another strange supernatural.
The salon owner grabs my arm and leads me to a room full of clothes, shoes, makeup, and accessories. In the time Beta Rudy is gone, I have undergone a complete transformation. Every part of me has been scraped, polished, shined, and perfumed.
I don’t feel at all like myself. I feel like some sort of impostor.
“Are we ready to go," Beta Rudy peers in to see me fully dressed and nods, pleased. "Good. That's better. Let's go, the Alpha is waiting."
As we exit the salon, Rudy hands me a small gold bag.
[Apple]“What’s this?” I pull out a tiny glass vial filled with a liquid that swirls and glows green in the sunlight.“That is a scent-enhancer.” He tries to explain. “They are illegal because they can be used to mask a wolf’s true scent. They are often sought out by omegas who are trying to escape their fates by landing gamma or beta mates.”Something this valuable must have cost a small fortune. “A dab of that behind each ear and the crook of each knee, and most people who sniff you will think you are a Luna without question.” He nods his head while keeping his eyes on the road. “I got the strongest stuff the witch had…and she threw in a little extra scent since you have no scent to enhance.” “Thank…thank you,” I say, not sure what else I can do as I follow his instructions, placing a small drop behind each ear and knee. “For everything this morning. I appreciate it.”His cheeks redden at my unexpected praise, “It's nothing, Luna. Just doing my job.” When we pull up to the front o
[Apple]Taking up the entire door frame is Alpha Sly Sterling, his eyes wide with shock as he looks down at the tattered remains of the employee handbook. “Ahh…Alpha,” I stutter. “I didn’t realize you were standing there.” Taking a bold step forward, he shuts the door behind him. In his hand is a manila envelope, which I am guessing must hold my new contract. He came to discuss the job and I threw a book at him.“I am so sorry,” I begin to cry, as my makeup runs down my face. He doesn’t say anything as he tilts his head upward, his nostrils flaring. I walk around the desk, trying to stay as far away from him as I can, but he flows my movements, moving in sync as he slowly closes the gap. Reaching forward, he grabs my arm, places it on his face, and breathes deeply.“Beta Rudy got the scent for me…um…do you like it?”He walks me backward, pressing me into a wall.“No,” his eyes glow bright blue as they snap open, just inches from my own. “Not at all. Take off your clothing.”“What
[Sylvester]What have I done?Wrapped in what remains of her dress, her skin red and raw from where I rubbed myself against her, she is frozen, reeking of fear and the lingering smell of another wolf. If I stand here one minute longer, Rufus will take over again. And if he does, I can’t be sure he won’t try to claim her as his on the floor of her office, where everyone in the pack can hear us.“We need to get ourselves under control, Rufus!” My wolf, Rufus, growls in response as he paces back and forth through my mind, demanding we go back and finish what we started. “Don’t deny it,” he barks,” You felt it too.” I won’t consider what he is suggesting. It is impossible. Those were not tingles, that was simply the anticipation of the hunt, the desire to mark and claim every attractive female that crosses my path. Stupid Alpha male stuff. “Rudy,” I call over my shoulder to my Beta, who is waiting outside my office. “Take care of the new Luna she…she needs you more than I do.” Rudolp
[Apple]I don’t remember much of the rest of the day. Beta Rudy carried me out of the office and brought me back to the apartment. I vaguely remember Hazel helping me into some borrowed pajamas right before she handed me a large cup of cocoa and tucked me underneath a large comforter on a small but cozy bed. The next morning I was almost my old self again.There’s a note on the nightstand. “Rudy called. He says you can take a day off of work.”Thank Goddess.Looking over at my phone, I check the date and time and a calendar message reminds me I need to sign up for classes. I haven’t paid yet, and I can’t sign up for classes until I pay. And even though I haven’t quit yet, I have no plans of going back to collect my check. Ugh! “What am I going to do?” I ask Hazel as I eat some leftover pizza from the night before. “I need the money, but there is no way I can go back to that place. It was terrible.” “Alpha Sly feels very protective of you. Alphas are possessive by nature, but the
Against my better judgment, I take his hand. It is warm and soft and as he guides me. I feel a rush of tingles that move along my fingertips into my arm and settle into my heart. His natural scent, like warm nights under the stars, soothes my nerves even as I tremble anxiously. He gives me a small close-lip smile. "Shall we go?"I nod, my throat dry, my heart beating rapidly against the cage of my chest. Following him back to his car I look up to see Hazel watching the street diligently. She waves and I decide to forgive her for being the type of person to push me out the door for a coffee date with a dangerously handsome beast. Sylvester opens the passenger side, and I buckle my seatbelt with shaking hands, still not convinced that this is a good idea. My body reacts strongly to him, a bit too strongly as I cross my legs, an uncomfortable heat building in my core. We drive in silence and I watch the neighborhoods change into densely populated urban spaces and then slowly melt away
[Apple] I don’t feel safe again until I’m on the other side of the apartment door and both locks are latched. Looking out the window, I can see that the wolf isn’t anywhere nearby. But I also don’t know where he is and that terrifies me too. There is something about this Sylvester Sterling that sets all of my nerves on edge. I can't tell if I'm attracted to him or afraid of him--another reason for me to hesitate. My life is complicated enough. “Hey stranger,” Hazel smiles from the couch as she crosses her legs and bounces happily, “How did it go?”She is almost aglow with joy as she looks at me, her sunny smile shining and her eyes crinkling. “Not as bad as I expected,” I throw the envelope and it lands with a loud clunk on the table just as my phone starts to ring. Startled, I reach into my pocket and almost drop my phone with fumbling fingers. Looking at the number I see it’s the college. They're probably calling me just to demand I pay my tuition or lose my spot. I don't reall
[Apple]“Your apartment?” I shake my head, confused. “But then where does Hazel live?”“Here with me of course,” he laughs. “Where else would she live?”I feel like I’m at the butt of some terrible joke. Did Hazel set me up to be embarrassed by her boyfriend? Did she lie to me and tell me this is her place with roommates?“The question is,” he finds his keys and holds them up, “Is why you are here. A strange girl in my apartment. Alone.” He tilts his head to the side. “I mean I guess I could just hold you here until you tell me the truth,” he smirks. The young man reaches around me and shuts the door and for a brief moment, our faces are only a couple of inches apart. The smell of crushed leaves and fresh rain wraps around me like a cloak just before he steps back. With his hands on his hips, he looks me up and down. “Are you really Hazel’s friend, or are you here for another reason?”“I have no idea what you are implying,” I stand straighter, finding a bit of courage. “And I don’t
[Apple] Within minutes of meeting the two beautiful young women who run the establishment, I had a part-time gig working the night shift at a catering company along with Hazel, who also works with them on major gigs. We have a big job tonight, and I’m promised that the tips are excellent. When they heard I had waitressing experience, they decided to assign me to work as an assistant bartender. “Oh, you are so lucky!” Hazel squeed with envy. “Bartenders get the biggest tips!” While the pay isn’t as good as Rental Luna, it will help me pay the bills and save a bit to eventually pay Alpha Sterling back for his generosity. With a new spring in my step, I feel hope for the first time in a long time. Hazel is like the sister I always wish I had. I’ve only known her for a couple of days, but I can already feel myself bonding to her as our friendship grows deeper. Until meeting her, I didn’t realize you could learn to care for someone so quickly. “So this is the biology department,”
[Apple] The urge to scream is overwhelming, but I tamp it down, breathing through my nose in a vain attempt to keep my heart from racing from my chest as my mind struggles to catch up to what my eyes are seeing and realize that the twisted puzzle of a man before me had once been a wolf. Now, what is left of him is pieced together with wires, pulled apart and stretched thin. Pieces have been replaced, others removed, and all the while the wolf himself is left in some perversion of painful slumber, his brow permanently creased with both age and pain. Trapped between forms, his nude flesh is covered with patches of red fur and the small amount of hair remaining on the top of his head, where it hasn’t been shaved to add diodes between metal plates, is prematurely gray. Lysander Moon. Once proud Gamma of the Silver Crescent Pack is now little more than a collection of wires, tubes and flesh. This is what the Brotherhood has reduced him to. I'd never met my father before, but somewher
[Apple] The humans weren’t expecting us to fight back, a mistake they would soon regret as dozens of wolves snap and growl, raking the cages with their long, sharp claws. My call to arms was the spark needed to ignite their anger after months of captivity, torture and suffering. Now the rage of a thousand wolves turns towards their oppressors and, for the first time ever, the humans watching over us realize something. It was a mistake to put us all in the same place. As my box is lowered onto the concrete floor, followed by several others in a continuous line, the room is already loud with the crackle of whips and screams, both human and wolf, as the two sides fight one another for dominance. Even in cages, my people fight viciously, biting any hands stupid enough to move close enough to taste as bursts of energy flash overhead along with the rattling crack of spells hitting walls. Because before we arrived, the witches were already on the move. The humans, in their hubris, didn
It's been three days since we realized our mates are in the East, waiting for us. Three agonizing days of hearing her wails of pain in my mind as I fall asleep. But we have a war to win. A war we didn't even realize we were fighting until we were in the thick of it. We have been traveling from site to site, gathering as many wolves and witches as we can, banding together and hiding in the woods as we fortify and heal, preparing for our attack on Pleasant Valley. Sylvester has named all of us lieutenants, with him as our general leading the pack. As we move from town to town, using his unique skills as a healer, Sly has cured bands of afflicted, bringing them back into themselves. Even the witches are helping. As soon as Araminta and Harlem began contacting smaller covens, reuniting them with lost loved ones, both witch and wolf, we began receiving the open support of many of the smaller covens. With wolves and witches finally working together, we may be able to end this nightmare.
[Sylvester]The witches quickly take over the search. Soon, Rudy and I had nothing more to do than watch. I may be a newly discovered hybrid, the first wolf mage in generations, but I’m still learning my way around magic. At this point, unless it involves brute force or stunning an entire crowd with concentrated life-force, I’m useless.“If you were more witch, you’d be a spell-caster,” Araminta explains. “You’re mate, Apple, is more of a hedge witch, getting her energy from the plants around her. You are both extremely powerful, but you’re more like a blunt instrument. You need to learn refinement to do the work we’re about to do, and unfortunately, having not grown up around your grandmother, you weren’t gifted with her knowledge.”“You knew my grandmother,” I ask, wondering if there is any witch out there she doesn’t know.She doesn’t answer, she just smiles and says. “Remind me someday to tell you how Esmeralda Sterling and I met.”The witches have gone into the other room where th
[Apple] I now know what it means to be treated like an animal. I knew that some humans hated wolves and witches. I grew up surrounded by the teachings of The Brotherhood, indoctrinated in their rights from early childhood. But it wasn’t until today that I finally saw the truth of it. It’s one thing to be taught that wolves are dogs; it is quite another to be treated as one. The cart they pushed me inside of was made of several cages that can snap together, creating rectangular prisms of various lengths and widths. Each box has a solid base of silver which burns and blisters the flesh until it calluses over. My tender flesh wasn’t prepared for the torture of it, and they laughed as they shoved me inside, throwing me a rotten-smelling towel from the back of the van to use as a barrier. It smells like vomit and piss, but it’s still better than the smell of my own flesh, and far better than some of the wolves have in the adjoining cages. Looking across the row of prisoners, there are
[Apple] The back of the van smells like fear, antiseptic, and now vomit. I hadn't eaten anything in days, yet my stomach found some way to make a mess of the back of this van. Between the scents, the jarring motions, and being around 4 months pregnant, it was more than my body could take all at once. I wish I were back home. This place isn't home to me anymore. It hasn't been since I found myself nestled next to Sly that first morning after my room was destroyed and he carried me into his bed. Waking up next to him is home. Sly is out there. I can feel it. He feels closer than ever. "Soon," Astrea promises. "Our mate is searching for us now. Can't you feel it?" Checking our bond, I feel it spring to life, and I almost gasp. It's so much stronger than it's been in such a long time. "Sly, can you hear me?" I send through our link. "Please let me know that you are safe." His reply sounds warbled like he's speaking underwater, but the message is clear. "I feel you. I hear you. I'm
[Hazel]We woke to the sound of wolves howling and the rattling of squeaking wheels over concrete floors.Trapped as we are in our prison of silver, we witches had nothing better to do than to watch the humans at their dark work. Seeing them about their daily strife is the only amusement we have.Except that it isn't amusing. Not one bit.I wish I could unsee the parade of humans pushing carts laden with cages, cages containing terrified wolves, trapped in their bestial forms, huddled in corners, their eyes sad and sunken, their arms and legs bald where they've been shaved and poked, used for whatever sick experiments happened behind the great, steel wall.The doors to the wall are wide open today, and I can see deep inside that mysterious chamber. I had wondered if that had been where they kept the wolves. And now, seeing the condition they are in, I wish I had known sooner so that as we witches planned our escapes, I could have planned to free them as well.No one should live trapped
[Apple]On my third day of hiding, I woke to the sound of trucks rolling through town towards the city center. Large container trucks rattled along the highway, their horns blazing.Something is happening, but what?As if on cue, my stepfather storms out of the trailer, shouting over his shoulder at Tansy, who stumbles after him, his shirt in one hand and a beer in the other. Throwing his shirt over his head, Doc covers his blindingly white, naked chest right before taking the beer, knocking it back with a quick, enthusiastic chug.“Damn it girl,” Doc swears when he spills some down his front. "This beer is warmer than whore's piss. Why the…”“Dad, you don’t have time for this,” she pushes him towards the truck. “Remember, you’re meeting with the mayor in 15 minutes.”Tansy looks over her father’s head at the road leading down to town, her brow pinched with concern as she folds her hands nervously, twisting her fingers around one another as she paces. “Why are you in such a hurry?” Do
[Apple] When the dust settled and the truck came to a halt, two middle-aged men came stumbling out, half drunk, patting themselves on the back. "Damn it, Doc, that was fun," Evan Paige, Zion's father and the Mayor of Pleasant Valley, laughs as he dusts off a set of fatigues. He's a handsome man, an older version of Zion with the classic All-American athlete look, large muscles, blue eyes, and golden blonde hair. His has a bit of gray at the temples, and his face is finely lined with age, but there is no mistaking their parentage. Zion is practically his younger twin. Or he was until I killed him during my first shift. In the end, it seems he really did love me. He even warned me about Clancy, even though it was too late. "Any day, Ev," Doc belches and then laughs when he bleaches a second time. "Maybe a few less beers if we're gonna hit so many bumps. Damn, rogues had to take to the forest." "Yeah, next time let's bring the ATV..." They continue to plot as they walk inside the tra