Human Territory A minor muffling noise was heard before the stale odor of puke added to the already disgusting scent that lingered on the ground as Sophie began to heave again and again. Her dizzy brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of her skull, and now her dehydration was too obvious to ignore; her lips felt dry, and her throat burned from the acidity that still scorched her inside out. "Oh, fuck! This is dreadful; what the hell is wrong with this portal, Sage? I felt like I'd been on a roller coaster ride through hell and back to earth." She murmured to herself. "Shit! Argg!" It was painful and disgusting, not to mention she was butt-naked. Absolutely tragic and shameful. She shook her head in disbelief. Sophie coughed and threw up all the remaining sour fluid on her stomach again and again as she massaged her chest really slowly and hoped it would ease as much as she inhaled the fresh and frigid smell of the farmland outdoor air. While she could tell the cough wa
Waiting was never Sophie’s forte; she groaned and watched the golden threads of morning light transform her earlier ordeals into an ambient positiveness. In the wash of the new light, however, her face took on the appearance of an obsolete portrait: "Ahhh! This air is so fresh, I can die with it." She muttered under her breath as she closed her eyes; her jaw went slack. Sophie watched as it brought her naked skin into focus, not yet vitalizing with the warmth of who she was: a lost, fucking naked hybrid predator who stood wide-arm like some crazy suicidal maniac. I might as well kill Sage for this sh*t. She thought to herself. Looking around, she shouted at Greg, who was fast asleep in the cold dirt. "Greg, are you awake?" She asked but received no response. "Hayyyys!" Sophie sighed and began wandering around. She was still in the landscape of the cold mountain, and since there was no better thing to do but to bring her body so close that her hearts synchronized with the earthy creat
"This one looks like Landon... but, wait—I'm not sure." Sage shouted as he surveyed the trees where the man was tied upside down. "Make it sure, Sage, and why was he here?" Sophie shouted back. "Stop shouting!" "You shouted first." She murmured to herself, which made Sage grumble. After a minute, Sage returned to Sophie and motioned to Greg to shift back to human form and help him take the man down from the tree. "See his distinctive smell? No doubt he is a werewolf, but the weirdest part is he doesn't have a werewolf scent." "How is that possible, Alpha?" Greg asked. "I don't know; with his bloodied face, I'm not sure if it was Landon. He smelled familiar, but I'm not, well, sure —it confuses my senses." Sage added. "Was he a werewolf zombie?" Sophie playfully smirked. "What made you think zombies are real?" Sage raised his brows. "Duh, for what I believe, I'll think of every possibility." "No, Sophie, he is a feral and a rogue and couldn't shift. Odd really, but—" "How the
A while later, they began their journey as he carried the unconscious Landon, Greg, and Sophie in tow.From a faraway expanse, even from the elevated ridges, Sophie could see the ancient massive oak trees and an assortment of birch for as far as the eyes could see, moss-green fields intersected by stone markers being hosted by slaves and serfs in jute clothing. With her enhanced eyesight, she saw the horses trundle by hauling the scattered plow, steam surging like spirits from their withers. An underprivileged medieval village below consisted not only of the built-up area of cottages, old buildings, grasslands, wooden huts, and orchards but also the surrounding fields from which the dwellers derived their livelihoods."I wonder how hard it is to find a decent soup in this era," Sophie grumbled.Greg smiled and said, "Well, if I'm not mistaken, under King James I, soap makers were given 'special privileges' and the soap industry started developing more rapidly, although soaps were gene
Sage picked up the lead in perfect rhythm, tucking his head while Landon was still unconscious on his shoulder. By then, his smell and the sight of him were etched in Sophie's mind. She found herself always aware of him; her senses automatically kept track of him, as if she were afraid he would disappear from her view. In such close proximity, she could not help but notice his every move, breath, and heartbeat. This man was breathtaking; there was no doubt about that, even with his silly shoes. Still, he was sexy and, above all, so enticingly hot. By then, she had to admit a certain awareness of and fondness for him. Even now, in the proximate safety of strange lands and the road less traveled, she doesn't trust herself quite enough—not to daydream about him. His kisses, his lips on her—she shook her head. He looks rather edible, really, or was it her tummy talking? She thought to herself. However, Sage's eyes were constantly scanning the flat tree line and unshaped hills, and even a
"How did you know me?" Sage asked the old woman."I expected nothing less, and I know about your memory loss too," she replied, motioning for them to come inside her little abode."I might need you to tell me about my stay here, woman," Sage announced as he leaned on the walls and eyed Sophie, who was now smiling and giving him a knowing smirk."Is that a rogue on your shoulder, Alpha Sage?" the old woman asked."Yes, he needs help, unfortunately. Can I count on you to help with this one? He is my, um, brother.""You have a brother?""Yes.""And why was he rogue?""I don't know, he was not supposed to be here. But as you see, he is here.""Eallriht then, anything you ask, my lord. You know how grateful we are to see you again, and it's our great honor. So any help we can offer is our proud service to you; my family was indebted to you, after all."Sage plopped the unconscious man on the little bed in the far corner of the small cottage. "Do everything for him to regain his consciousne
As they enjoyed their food, they discussed the upcoming war. The second werewolves war, between the packs of the north and the south.Eve murmured while Sophie sipped her tea. "When the first treaty reached its end in the Cold War, the pack of the south was perceived to have attacked one of the pack members of the north, such an act breaking the treaty," Eve said with a spoon in her hands oozing with delicious-looking sauce Raymond was stewing in the kitchen."Ronald, the son of the southern pack Alpha, was known to have broken the treaty, and that action had moved to commence the war all over again," she said in dismay while everyone was enjoying their food."What happened in the first war? Was it about the land?" Sophie asked when her curiosity kicked in."Indeed, milady. It's always about the land. They fought for the stupid land. The south of the pack wants to seize the entire werewolf community, including the south; however, they fought and ended a war with a treaty.""I see, thi
"Sophie, can you stop pacing around?" Sage complained. He looked around and rolled his eyes at the woman. "You are giving me a headache, and please stop thinking, or maybe shield your mind; you are making me crazy.""Seriously? You want me to not think?" She groaned, "What do you want me to do, stare blankly in the ceiling like some crazy person? Of course I think so. I think when I'm nervous.""What the hell are you nervous about?""Because I can't see a vision... not even a hint.""Well, thank the gods for that."Sophie knitted her brow before saying, "What the hell do you mean by that?""Sophie, it's not time for you to have vision, or else we’ll end up attracting demons." "Oh! Okay!""Now, stop pacing around.""Why are you such a dickhead, Sage? How could I stop worrying when everything has been crazy? No vision? And may I remind you to stop reading my mind again?"What a dick. Sinfully hot dick! She thought to herself.An ass too. One moment he was making her cum, eating her like