She didn't even know werewolves were real! When Lisa journeyed to a small cabin in the Pocono Mountains to enjoy a bit of peace, little did she know that she was entering werewolf country or that she'd fall in love with one!
View More“I see two men around you,” I said as I pushed my long dark hair back over my shoulders, closed my almond shaped, sapphire blue eyes, and inhaled deeply through my nose. “One is a blue collar worker. He works with chemicals. Tar, I think. I can smell tar. The other is white collar and works around computers in some capacity. The blue collar worker looks to be in his early thirties while the white collar worker looks closer to forty.”
The woman sitting opposite of me smiled with satisfaction and eagerly leaned forward as she said, “Yes. That’s right! My husband, Jim, works on a road crew. He’s thirty-three. The man I’m seeing works in IT. Do you know what that is? It’s information technology.”
“I’m aware,” I informed her with a controlled, bland sounding voice.
It was rare that I turned people away once I agreed to do a psychic reading for them, but I could already tell that I was going to do exactly that with this woman and my mind was whirling as to the correct way to reject her. She struck me as someone who didn’t read between the lines, so I’d have to be blunt and direct.
Shrugging her shoulders at my response, the woman’s eyes looked starstruck as she continued with, “He’s a bit older than me. He’s forty-one and I’m twenty-six, but he’s so… so...”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t read for you,” I said as I slid the folded bills that the woman had presented as payment upon sitting down back across the table to her.
“Why?” she asked with dismay. “What’s wrong?”
“I had trouble in the past after reading for a woman who was having an affair with a married man,” I said with solemnity. “The wife of the husband accused me of supporting the affair. No matter what I said to convince her otherwise, I received the bulk of the blame. She incessantly telephoned both my home and cell phone to harass and threaten me. At one point, she even tried to run my car off the road with her SUV. I was forced to get a restraining order against her.” Slowly shaking my head while memories of the ordeal flitted about in my mind, I continued with, “So much negativity. It was annoying, uncomfortable, and a little frightening. I made a promise then and there never to go against my principles and read on situations like that again.”
“You don’t need to worry about that, George isn’t married,” she explained with satisfaction.
I instantly knew that was not the truth. What I wasn’t sure about was whether she’d been lied to by this man and believed him to be single. With my resolve to stay clear of this mess, I had no intention of going deeper into the subject to find out.
“I’d rather not,” I said as I pushed the money even closer toward her.
“But I just found out that I’m pregnant and I need you to tell me who the father of my baby is,” she insisted. “It’s my first child. I have to know if it’s my husband’s or George’s. I have to know what to do.”
I was outraged with the situation. Perhaps I was raised with a moral compass that was outdated, but it infuriated me to think that someone would ask me to use my gifts for something like this. It felt low and degrading. When I was with Rob, he’d have insisted that I do it even if I complained that it made me feel like a circus act. Now that he was out of the picture, I was free to decline.
“There are medical tests for such matters,” I said with veiled disgust as I pushed my chair back and stood up.
“Humph,” the indignant woman snorted as hands with red nails that looked almost claw-like grabbed her money and haphazardly shoved it into her oversized designer knockoff handbag. Leaping out of her chair with obvious indignation, she snipped, “I’ve never heard of a psychic with morals.”
My blood boiled from the insult, but I managed to remain stoic as I walked to the door and pulled on the doorknob. Holding the thick wooden barrier that separated us from the outside open as wide as I could, I said in a tone that said far more than my facial expression let on, “Please leave.”
We were about the same age, but that’s where the similarities ended. Samantha Greene was a bottled bleach blonde with a height that made her stand an easy head taller than me. Her large boned structure and appreciation of good food made her easily three times as wide as my slender, petite form, but, at that moment, it was my energy that dominated the space between us.
I pursed my lips as the frustrated woman pushed past me while muttering indignations in such a low level that I didn’t bother to try to understand them. Her body language and tone of voice were enough to clue me in to the meaning of the words spewing from collagen infused lips that were painted a brilliant ruby red.
Standing in the doorway, I watched as Samantha aggressively marched to a grey Volkswagen Jetta that was parked along the curb in front of my house. The sound of the car door slamming after she slid behind the driver’s wheel was only exceeded by the screeching of tires as the vehicle raced away.
After closing the thick oak exterior door to my circa eighteen hundred home as if it weighed a ton, I leaned against it and sighed. I’d grown weary of the life I’d foolishly created for myself in the small Pennsylvania town that was located on the edge of the Pocono Mountain region.
Having moved there three years earlier after a rough breakup with, Rob, my overbearing fiancé, I’d hoped to find peace and balance within the life of a small town. Instead, I simply attracted more of the same. The only difference was that I was now picking and choosing who I did psychic readings for.
I’d made up my mind to completely stop doing the readings. I’d taken up writing novels and I wanted to only focus on that, but, somehow I’d get talked into doing just one more. It was enough to drive me mad at times. I was furious with myself for not having the where-with-all to say no to these people. I felt like I was trapped on a hamster wheel that wouldn’t slow down enough for me to get off. My sanity’s saving grace was the friendship I’d developed with the town veterinarian, Kenzie McGovern.
I could feel the life force slowly ebbing from Danica. The human part of my mind reasoned that, with Kenzie out of danger, the right thing to do would have been to release her, but the wolf in me refused to let go. The urge to finished the job and tear her throat out was so intense that I trembled from the effort to resist it.The shouts of the crowd around me as they rooted for their pack leader to take Noah down and finish him off only served to drive my animal instinct to kill even further. I’m not sure if I’d have resisted much longer had Oscar not returned with Noah’s pack.With the numbers on a more equal basis, Caleb’s pack quieted down. I took note of this fact. Apparently, not only was Noah a strong leader, but his pack was ready to fiercely defend him if the need arose.From what I could see, they need do nothing. Although Caleb managed to get in a few good punches, bites, and throw downs, Noa
Noah’s altered werewolf voice was a welcome sound as he bellowed from the distance, “Snow! Down boy!”The beautiful white wolf ceased his snarling, but he didn’t move an inch.No longer feeling threatened, I turned in the direction that the command came from just in time to see Noah leap through the air toward us. His strong legs had managed to catapult him over yards of ground with one single bound. I found it incredibly impressive.“Lisa, is that you?” he asked as he cautiously approached Snow and me. His voice had a tone to it that I couldn’t decipher. Was it anger or sadness when he said, “It smells like you. You’ve shifted to full wolf form.”I wanted to say something, but could only make canine sounds.When he moved a bit closer, my heightened sensed took in the familiar smell of his body. The combination of his human and werewolf pheromones was all the
Caleb waited until an hour before the moon was full to come to my room. Furious at being ignored by him for days, I snarled as he entered.“You’re in the process of shifting, I see,” he said with a smug smile as he lowered himself into the room’s only easy chair that was located in the far corner. Resting his elbows on its thickly padded arms, he touched the tips of his fingers together, tapping his index fingers lightly as he spoke. “I understand you miscarried. I suspected as much.”I went to respond to him, but found that my voice didn’t want to cooperate. I was shocked at how foreign it sounded to me when I finally managed to eke out, “What?”“I lied, you see,” he said as he sat forward. “It’s true that putting venom into your system promoted your shift, but I didn’t need to put as much as I did. One small bite would have been sufficient. I could
There were still a matter of hours before the full moon would rise and I already felt terrible. In fact, the sensations in my body were so strange and awful that I couldn’t even accurately describe them to anyone if I tried. Every inch of me twitched and ached, from my bones to my muscles.Since I’d never experienced this before, I suspected that it had to do with the fact that I had Caleb’s venom inside of me. I would have confirmed it with him, but he was nowhere to be found. After I’d submitted so willingly to him a few nights earlier, he’d not returned. It was almost as if he’d lost interest after a successful conquest of my body.Since I’d arrived almost a week earlier, I’d not been allowed out of my room. The only faces I’d seen were Caleb, Philip, and Danica. Kenzie returned several times over the course of the few days, but was unsuccessful in getting near me. It was
I was disgusted both with myself and with Caleb. He’d managed to subdue my body and get the response from it that he wanted through sex while he left his venom inside me night after night. Week after week. Surprisingly, unlike with Noah, the more time I spent with him, the less I liked him. By the time the moon’s cycle had reached the brink of another full moon, I could say that I actually hated him.Unlike when I awoke after the first venom installment, I not only could use my legs, but they were so full of energy that it was almost too much. I needed to walk some of it off, but since Caleb was afraid that I’d run away, I still wasn’t allowed to leave the room.As I paced the floor with my new and improved legs, I found that I was moving with the ease and grace that reminded me of a caged panther I’d admired in a zoo when I was younger. Approaching the window just in time to see Kenzie pulling into the driveway, I immediately
I hadn’t eaten since the dinner party the night before, so the spicy broth hit the spot.It occurred to me to question its contents, but, then, I thought better of it. What did it matter? I didn’t like being handicapped in such a way. It actually brought forth hints of the claustrophobia that I suffered from. As the creepy cook so adamantly insisted; if I wanted to use my legs, I’d have to drink the broth and I definitely wanted to use my legs again.I found the fact that this broth had such crazy healing properties puzzling since it tasted like a simple Asian beef broth to me. Since I knew so little about werewolves and their ways, I accepted that it had some type of property that would renew my ability to function normally and drank every last drop.I didn’t get a chance to test out the results of the broth before Caleb returned to my room. I’d fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep almost immediately after consumin
When I awoke, I was surprised to discover that I’d slept through the majority of the day. To add to my confusion, I felt weak and exhausted.I was about to climb out of bed and find the nearest bathroom when the door to my bedroom opened and the cook entered with a food tray.“Good. You’re awake,” he said with a deep, baritone voice that didn’t match his short, stocky stature. “I’ve brought you some broth. You’re to drink it all up.”Extremely self-conscious of my nakedness, I held the sheet tight to my collarbone as I said, “I need to go to the bathroom.”His tone was matter-of-fact as he said, “There’s a bedpan under the bed.”“What?” I said with surprise. “I’m to use a bedpan? Why can’t I just use the bathroom?”“I was given instructions to keep you in the room no matter what,” he explained.
The guest room where I was placed in the big house was adjacent to Caleb’s. In fact, there was a concealed door that allowed him to enter without going into the hallway. This wasn’t something that I was aware of until I heard it open a few hours after I’d gone to bed.I was in that zen state of not being fully awake, yet not quite into a deep sleep when I heard the creaking of the door. My mind was aware of it, but my body remained unwilling to respond as I peacefully lay beneath the damask coverlet that adorned the bed.The wherewithal to react finally hit me when I felt the cool air on my nakedness as the covers were pulled away from me. Sitting up, I quickly turned on the light while pulling the top sheet up high enough to cover my bare breasts.I rarely slept in the nude, but since I’d arrived with the intention of an afternoon visit and not a lengthy stay, I had no night clothes to wear. I could have rem
I was furious. First I was kept in Noah’s home like some kind of prisoner for my protection and, then, Caleb insisted on the same thing.“I just want to go home,” I pouted as I walked with Kenzie back to the SUV. “I may not have been abducted, but I feel like it. I came here to meet him and now I can’t leave. It’s so wrong.”“You can come back with us,” Kenzie offered. “I’ll speak to Oscar about it.”“I wish that she could,” Oscar said as he approached us from behind. “Unfortunately, I don’t hold the power to go against Caleb. The only one who can is another pack leader.”“Like Noah,” Kenzie mused.“Oh, hell no!” I exclaimed without hesitation.“Listen to me,” Oscar said with urgency. “Caleb is a renown humanitarian, but, over the years, I’ve noticed something abou
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