VINCENT
I watched from a distance as Chloe, reunited with our daughter for the first time in quite a while, the emotions she radiated as she hugged our daughter warmly…it was nothing short of beautiful. She poured all her emotions out while trying to rein them in at the same time.Chloe was never good at hiding her emotions, especially from me. Which is why I know that for me to get back in her good graces and bring my family back to what it was, I needed to take it slow.“Hi daddy, you promised mummy would come and she did.” My little girl Said excitedly to me as she beckoned to me to join the hug.The other parents were staring at this point. Some stared at us like we were weird, while others had this awed expression on their faces. Not in a million years would any of them ever guess that I had basically kidnapped my own daughter and used her as a bargaining chip to get my wife to surrender herself so I could kill my brother and mother-in-law. Which I did succeCHLOEI spent my nights in tears, unable to sleep. The images of Mark bleeding out and my mother’s neck twisted in a wrong angle almost drove me insane. In the worst of those nights I hated Vincent a little more. But then during the day when I am around him, he acts so nice and loving that it’s hard not to see him as the man I once fell head over heels in love with, the father of my child. He even sent his mom away. Besides, I had to keep it all together for my daughter. I didn’t know for how long I could though.For the weekend, Vincent took me and Mackenzie shopping. I wasn’t inclined to take anything no matter how much he encouraged me to, but Mackenzie skipped along while Vincent spoiled her. I comforted myself with how happy she was.As Mackenzie skipped along with Vincent at her heels, I hung back and settled for watching her, to which Vincent noticed. He suggested we get lunch at a diner, afterwards. He had always had a thing for greasy burgers and so di
CHLOEI got up from my queen-size bed and felt the floor with my bare feet. I didn’t know what time it was but it must have been pretty late. Only then did I remember the dream that had woken me up. I was at Drewsy Meadow, not as I am now, but as I was before. I’d completely forgotten about the meadow days, as I thought back to those days, my right hand unconsciously crept up to my breast and I gave it a squeeze as I caressed my own breasts. Pleasure coursed through my body as my eyes closed, reveling in the unexpected pleasure been brought to me by my own hands. I hastily dropped my hand as I realized what I was doing, what I was feeling. I needed some air. I dragged myself out of my room as my feet carried me straight to the inner courtyard of their own accord. I had made my way here quietly so I wouldn’t wake any of the help or call the attention of any of the werewolves on guard duty. I made my way to the centre of the courtyard where I wouldn’t be seen by anyone due to the
CHLOEI ran back to my room and shut the door. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was going to implode in my chest. I couldn’t hide from what I had just felt. Being that close to Vincent, feeling the heat of his desire had ignited mine. If I hadn’t snapped back, I would have gotten entangled with the man who killed my mother. It hadn’t even been half a month yet. A new wave of guilt washed over me.Then there was Vincent’s response. Has he changed? I couldn’t help but wonder.Since he had gotten me back, he had been quite careful with me and even more loving to Mackenzie.Then what had just happened… it was unreal…it didn’t seem like the Vincent I knew at allFor a couple of seconds, I contemplated giving in to him, being his Luna, and giving him the family he claims he wants so badly, maybe even bearing him more children. Immediately the thought tasted like bile in my throat. The next morning while we had breakfast I couldn’t stop notici
VINCENT I dropped my daughter off at school and zoomed off to work. In the showdown with my brother and the meddlesome Jane Andersen, I’d left things relatively unattended to. And it was time to get back in the fray, now that the competition from my brother’s company had been nullified, I could concentrate on rebuilding and general expansion. The general entrance area looked prim and standard, even the lobby area was clean with no traces of blood or broken furniture. All the paintings were replaced and repaired. My victory was so complete there wasn’t even any sign of a scuffle. I walked into the office with long powerful strides as the incident of last night swirled continuously in my mind. My brother sought to game my mate from me, a woman I’d already marked for my own. And now he was dead for it, amongst other things. Though she was still weary towards me, that would wear off in due time I was certain. I decided to begin to get some work done. I called my secretary
CHLOEI went to the space in the courtyard I’d always gone to for years, my quiet place. My refuge amid the crazy storm that filled my days in this house.I found my seat on the sole bench that had sat my sorrowful souls in days past, and thought of the future, my legs swinging and heart soaring as far as it could under the circumstances. Only then did I feel it. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and my mind narrowed down to find the chilly disturbance in the familiar tranquility of the environment that I’d come to inhabit. Then I heard footsteps approaching. I turned slowly but precisely to assess the new entry in the garden. My heart traveled to my throat at first glance. He inspired fear like no one else could elicit from me and I stood very still in dreadful anticipation of his next actions.He stood there a while and looked straight into my soul. I attempted to murmur some pleasantries when he spoke to me.“ You are here.”He simply said. I
CHLOEIt felt as though I would explode with the concentration of electricity that had been gathered at the tip of one nipple. Yet I didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. He kept rubbing on that one nipple and squeezed when I least expected it. I writhed in beautiful agony with my eyes closed, wondering how many primal sensations one nipple could endure. He finally let go after what felt like an eternity of this mind-numbing torture he inflicted sweetly upon me. I heard a soft growl as his mouth finally claimed the throbbing nipple. He sucked and devoured my breast like I’d never felt before. I pulled his head closer to the source of my pleasure as he now alternated between both breasts. I thought I’d go mad from the amount of tension coursing through me from his hungry mouth.He reached lower and found the waistline of my jeans, they were gone in mere moments as Vincent got access to my bare thighs, he placed a kiss on the inside of my left thigh, and my whole body reacte
CHLOEI woke up to find Vincent gone. He was not in the bed next to me. I looked under the covers to find myself as naked as I was born.The memories of the night still hung in the air. I smelt the musk of Vincent’s taut and hairy body, I remember the sight of his eyes closed in the fire of our desire, I could feel his member plowing through me like a battle ram, his hand clasped around me, holding my squirming body in place. Then guilt and shame swept through me all over again. What have I just done?I had let myself get carried away by Vincent’s niceties and gotten entangled with the man who had gruesomely murdered my mother, whose own mother had killed almost every member of my family….and Mark. The man who was holding me in his house was nothing less than a prisoner.Even as I felt all of these, the echoes of insane pleasure still reverberated through me. Just then the door creaked open and I reflexively pulled the white sheets up to cover my exposed br
ChloeI stood there stunned.Mackenzie barged into the room that instant and her eyes widened in awe.“You look so pretty mummy, Are you going out with daddy?” She rushed over to me and held me by my legs. “I want to come with you” she mumbledSally was right behind her and she made to pull her away. I motioned for her not to.I carried Mackenzie up in my arms.“Oh my princess, mummy isn’t going anywhere”Was I? I thought to myself.“Ma’am, the driver is waiting, “ Sally warned. “I’m sorry but you have to hurry.” The older woman finished as she ushered me out of the room. She succeeded in tearing Mackenzie away from me and Before I knew it I was heading towards the porch. Right out front was a Black limo. The driver was standing by the door holding it open for me. In a couple of minutes, we had pulled into the main street. I tried to ask the driver where we were going but he insisted that he was instructed not to let on. He co
MARKThe pure undiluted rage pumping through my veins seemed to overflow and fill my senses. All I could see was red and I was going to make sure Ronald felt that rage.I pounced on him and he braced himself in response as we crashed into the marble table in the center of the room reducing it to a million tiny pieces.Ronald seemed to recover first and made to swipe at my face with bared claws and a maniacal grin on his face. But Pascal intervened, grabbed him from behind, and threw into the wall with sufficient force that made Ronald-shaped cracks in it. Pascal stretched his arm out to help me up which I took. I looked at him a bit quizzically. All the time I’ve known him I had never seen him intervene physically in any conflict in the pack or even in his family apart from the training he gave me and Vincent. The fact he was fighting with me now, especially against someone who actually shared a blood relationship with him made me feel a type of way that was difficu
FANGROOTMARKI sat there and simply processed what I’d been told. Christian Packard had allowed himself to get caught because he would rather we catch him than go back to Ronald’s clutches. Ronald Dennison, the new thorn at my side. He was powerful, undoubtedly so. Testament to his ability was his seamless invasion into my home. Now I know how. Wolves have always been social creatures, from the wolves in the wild to the more advanced kind, we have always been social creatures, and we’ve depended on our senses. A werewolf has a heightened sense of smell and hearing, impeccable vision, and most of all, what we rely on is our ability to sense our immediate environment, the energy around us, and the general life force.But there was a werewolf who could manipulate al
FANGROOT CHLOEAlone. Unaided, that’s how he did it. Ronald had successfully invaded my home and showed me what we all knew now. That we were completely at his mercy. I didn’t know it at the time, but Mark had half a dozen werewolves watching over us when he left the house. He had two monitors outside the gates, another two on the grounds of our property, and two more on patrol. Yet not even one of them smelled his entry, much less saw him enter. He sat in my chair and threatened to end everything I cared about in the world and we don’t even know how. Logically it was almost impossible to avoid the senses of six well developed werewolves on guard. Avoiding just one werewolf’s senses was lucky, avoiding two was considered divine luck. Avoiding three, now that would require divine luck and help from others. Avoiding Six was Ronald. And no one else. I knew Dennisons. I know the feeling of having your existence be threatened by one of them.Mark had left the house ye
MarkThe unusual blend of dread and determination in my wife’s eyes was something I’d never seen before and it made my heart sink. I felt a bit of fear too but the rage mostly overshadowed it.Ronald had managed to get into my house despite the couple of wolves I had put on guard duty to watch my family. What was worse was that he also managed to get Mackenzie to ingest something and neither I nor Chloe knew exactly what it was. We were again at the mercy of one of Vincent’s goons. I could only imagine how distraught that made Chloe feel.The children were asleep now but she refused to take her eyes off them. She sat in their room and watched them as they slept. I, on the other hand, had to figure something out. I can’t sit on my hands while my family remains at Ronald’s mercy. I was so consumed by rage so much that I wanted to go to the Caldor lands myself and rip his head off with my teeth, consequences be damned. Besides I was only raised with the Dennison family
CHLOEMark had gone to meet with his uncle and once again I was left at home with the kids. Mackenzie and Victor were my joy and reasons for living, but It was hard. It always was, sitting and waiting for the men in my life to cause problems and to solve problems, with me, left at home to wonder if they are alright and if we are going to be fine. Ever since Mark left I haven’t been able to take my eyes off my daughter. Always shadowed her, especially when she played with Victor. I hated to think that my daughter could be a danger to my son and herself, the little girl didn’t deserve to be burdened as such if only I had been there to protect her and keep her safe as a good mother should. The teardrops came running along down my face. “Now, Chloe. That just wouldn’t do.”I froze dead in my tracks at the familiar yet unfamiliar voice that invaded the air around me.“Hello, Chloe. I see you standing there doing what you do best. Nothing.”Ronald was sitting in
MARKI could hear Mackenzie’s blissful chatter as she told little Victor stories of how she beat me in a race. All I could think of was going straight to Caldor and detaching Ronald’s head from his shoulders. I didn’t mind stepping over his body to get the Crane Lilies, the only plant known to succeed in reversing the effects of fangroot. “You can’t go alone, Mark. Let me come with you. At least let someone else come with you, Pascal, or anybody Goddamnit!”She yelled now. Causing me to pause in my actions and regard her calmly. My phone rang with urgency as I made to silence it. I looked at the screen and saw it was my uncle calling.Speak of the devil.“Now’s not a good time, uncle. I’m in the middle of something.” I said coldly to my uncle. “This can’t wait. And if you wanna save Mackenzie from the Fangroot that has invaded her body for a year, you’ll get yourself to the Dennison manor and we’ll go on a little drive together.” My uncle finished with
CHLOEIt was the weekend, and as promised, Mark and I decided to begin Mackenzie’s trails. She was to take the first step on the trail today with Mark and me around to guide her through. “I’m ready mummy. This is like when Aunt Sally gave me a tour of the woods at the other house. Uncle Mark raced me!”Mark laughed a laugh that only came out when he played with Mackenzie. A breathless laughter that always sounded unintentional, as though the child in him came out despite his best efforts. It never failed to warm my heart, seeing him be a father to her in a way Vincent never was. “Slow down little wolf.”Mark said, still laughing.“We’ll race alright, but first I have to tell you something. Something about our family and other families who live in Drewsy.”Mackenzie was jumping at this bit already. She’d always liked it when Mark called her his little wolf. But now she was eager to run and Mark wanted to talk. She was beside herself with excitement as sh
MARKChloe was asleep beside me as the affairs of the day played out in my mind. I calmly told my wife that it was all fine and that there was nothing to worry about. If only that was the case. The look on Chloe’s face right before she went to get dinner ready was the scariest I’d ever seen her. Because she meant every word she had said. Chloe and I had been through a lot. Had a lot taken from us, so it was no surprise she was willing to crack heads and spill the blood of whoever was going to try to take the happiness we’ve found together, away from us. I would seek divine retribution for anyone who hurts my family…The fear of losing them loomed bigger than anything I’d ever faced. So I unconsciously said a prayer: Oh God I’m sorry. Please don’t take these beautiful things that I got.Chloe stirred at my side and snuggled up to me. I held her closer as my thoughts ran miles a minute with my fears.I took up my phone and called the only person I thought I could trust. The Pack elders
CHLOE“Wolves are social creatures, they move in families called Packs. And when the moon is full, they howl at the moon.”I could hear Mackenzie’s voice over the sound of the radio as she told her little brother stories about animals. She seemed to have a new obsession with wolves, I’d like to think that was a coincidence. The Drewsy Pack usually kept all information about their true nature from their children till the children turned 10 years of age. The change could be too much for the young wolf to bear. It usually ended up in a catastrophe, traumatizing the child and even causing self-alienation from the Pack.“Mummy, can we please get some Ice cream, please? You promised.”I'd been waiting for her to say that Mackenzie could forget her backpack in the house and settle into the car all ready for school, but she never forgot an ice cream promise.“Of course, baby girl.”I said with laughter in my voice at the pleading look on Mackenzie’s face. She started