As the vehicle turned down a long drive, I stared out the window trying to process what I had seen in Misty’s mind. She looked to be in her late twenties now, to those memories must have been about eight to ten years ago. What atrocities had she suffered in the time since? The drive cut through a section of tall red cedar trees, Douglas fir, and towering maple trees, now barren. The road then turned up a small hill to the main house. Overlooking a lake with a creek feeding it and overflowing the far back,  a huge manor came into view. It looked like a three-story log cabin but was MASSIVE. As the drive circled around the front, I couldn’t even begin to guess how many rooms this house had. The main level was wrapped in a wide porch with huge polished tree trunks as pillars every few feet. Several large men patrolled the grounds with rifles in hand. I wondered what they were so worried about to have that much security. “Welcome to Maple Meadows. Clearwater

Ian was the first to complete his transition. His black wolf was sleek, and the fur was full and silky. The other soldiers lingered in a mid transitional state, long hairy limbs writhing in agony as their bodies tried to complete the shift. Ian padded over to us, and sniffed along our side. We snapped playfully at him, warning him off.  As the other hunters finally completed their shift, many showed signs of mange in their fur, and their eyes had turned dark, no longer the human tones they had bore moments before. ‘Ian doesn’t seem as tainted as these others.’ ‘Indeed not. Their actions play a role in how fast the rot takes over. They choose to be more beast than men. Ian… Perhaps he made peace with his wolf. Peace with his new nature.’ It was a thought we would have to ponder further. The hunters set off in looping strides for the southeast. Ian ran out in front of us and Stella yipped in pleasure, sprinting after him. Our powe

I sprawled on the bed in the plush robe, pulling a blanket up over me. It may be warmer in the room, but I was amazed at how much I already missed the god blessed dress that kept my whole body warm. The only time it had been off me since its gifting was… THAT night. Makya. What would he do to me now, in a bed like this seeing me in only a robe, so easy to undo.My eyes closed as I imagined his warm hands gently sliding under the robe to caress my body, slowly peeling the robe away from my naked form as his lips came close to kiss my breasts.A knock sounded at the door, jarring me from my dream. I sat bolt upright, quickly fixing my robe, as I went to the door to see who had decided to interrupt such a moment.I opened the door to find Kiara standing there with my dress and other clothes folded over her arm and the red poncho draped over it. “Luna? Is everything ok?” she asked, glancing at my hair.I looked at the back of the door where

When Kiara finally got my hair tamed into a more reasonable order, she braided my hair in braids around each side of my head and down the back in a loose joint braid. “Done.” I looked in the mirror and was surprised. I never had the time nor the patience to make my hair look decent like this. “It looks amazing.” Kiara smiled, “Mr. Bodolf will be waiting. You should go.” I frowned at her. “Are you not coming to breakfast?” She shook her head seriously, “Oh, no. someone like me would never be allowed to heat with the Alpha and his staff. We are not to be seen at all if possible.” I stood and hugged Kiara. At first, she hesitated, clearly unfamiliar with such affection, but soon she melted into my embrace. “Kiara, you are welcome in my sight and in my presence. I wish I could find a way to take you with me. If I can find a way to get you back to Alaska, I will.” I whispered near her ear. I felt her shudder as she heard the words and she b

As the mourners continued their chants and dances, I began to count. I could make out Arvin and Gray, along with now three burly men I guessed with the lieutenants. Misty and an older lady, possibly her mom stood behind one of them.  All in all, I could make out maybe twenty-five men in the area. The number surprised me because I knew that ten to fifteen had been with Arvin in Alaska. When we had arrived it had felt like there were men everywhere but now that I thought about it, I had seen the same six or seven men moving all over the house, constantly coming in and out of my view in a wave so I never saw the same one twice in a row. It gave the illusion that there had been a great deal more of them. I touched Kiara’s mind and asked ‘Kiara, where are all the women? I see misty and her mom, but that is it.’ Kiara was quiet for a minute, watching the dancers before her mental link answered me, ‘The unmarried women are few. Alpha Arvin says women are best at c