The next morning I rose early, packed a spare dress to replace the one that had been ruined by wine stains as the doctor had struggled to cure her, and rushed to see my sister, Fawna.
I feared I might encounter Dane Wiltshire at Edin West’s home, Seaview, where I’d left my sister to recover from almost being poisoned. But that thought couldn’t keep me from going.
Now, as I walked through the park, of course I passed Chalmer’s Grove. I thought about how I’d made love to Dane in the darkness among the trees the previous evening.
I remembered the sweetness of his touch, the delight as he’d pushed inside me, the ecstasy of my shuddering orgasm, and the pleasure of holding him as he’d climaxed, too.
Forcing these ideas from my mind was the second memory of my conversation with Lantac Golgor later that night.
Had he been speaking of anyone else, I’d not have believed him. But I knew—everyone on the is
I slept late the next morning.I had dreams all night long.In one, a nightmare, I was desperately trying to capture an Enforcement Officer. I chased him to the mainland, where I was terrified of being recognized as a Lupine and being shot for escaping from Vukasin Island. I awoke in a sweat before I caught the Officer and before I myself was caught by the authorities.In another, I had Fawna pinned down, and I was stuffing aconite—the leaves, the roots, and the flowers—into her mouth. I struggled not to do this, but in the dream, it was as if my movements were not my own. I couldn’t control what I did. Then Fawna metamorphed into Adara, and now I was taking off my clothes and preparing to have sex with her. But after my clothes were off, instead of making love to her I began cramming gold coins into her mouth. She struggled against me, shouting, “You’re wrong. You’re wrong.” She begged me to stop hurting her. But I cont
NOTE: This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains sexually explicit scenes that may include multiple partners, same-sex partners, sex in public places, sex in front of others, acts of sadomasochism, spanking, bondage, and so on. These are described with very explicit, sexual, graphic language. If you find such things disturbing, offensive, triggering, etc., this book is not for you, so please do not read further. All sexual activity in this work is consensual, and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. In this book there are no sexual acts between humans and creatures in animal form, and there are no sexual acts between family members or other relatives. You must be at least 18 years of age to read this book. Prologue: Dane I barely recall what happened, but I remember this: She growled. It was the sound not just of an animal. But of an other-worldly animal. And one out to kill. That low throaty growl sent shivers down my spine. Meanwhile, the moon
The moon was waning. Taleeneff, or “Wolf Week”—the week of the full moon when all humans leave and the werewolves run rampant on Vukasin—was over. Fortunately. I despise Taleeneff. I typically lay in a supply of food and cage myself every night. I take care to always be chained and in the cage before sundown. Gauging the exact moment when the change begins, when I morph into a werewolf, can be difficult. I’ve never missed yet, but it’s a constant concern. More than a concern. A worry. A fear. Even a terror. The Zokeery Enforcement Officers, they are heartless beasts. I say "beasts," because they’re werewolves, too, but they’ve been assigned by the mainland humans to keep the peace among Lupines on Vukasin during Taleeneff. Although they are werewolves, however, the Zokeery never run rampant. When Vukasin was established and the Zokeery were first assigned, scientists on the mainland created a rare and special potion to counteract the effects of werewolfism. It uses a rare plant a
After crossing the vast expanse of Dane Wiltshire’s property, I reached the house I’d come to see. . . . Only to be disappointed by a large “SOLD” sign. There'd be no realtor on hand to show me the interior of the fine villa. What a let down. Now I had to make my way back across the wet sand, toward my home beyond the park on the other side of the island. The sun sank on the horizon. The air turned cool. The nights were cold, beginning at dusk. A wind blew off the sea with gusts of salty air. I regretted not bringing a jacket. I trudged through the wet sand. The feeling of the same on my feet was chilling, especially when I failed to dodge the cold waves. I paused and put on my sandals, even though I knew the saltwater would ruin them. I kept walking, rubbing my hands up and down my sides, trying to warm myself. My thin dress had seemed so practical earlier in the bright sunlight. Now, my nipples grew erect and hard from the cool breeze and rubbed painfully against the thin
Enchanting. This was the word in my mind while I watched her walk away across the sand. She was lit by the golden glow of the sun. The wind ruffled her long hair. The hem of her dress swirled around her calves below the long black sweater. “Enchanting.” I said the word aloud. My heart was pounding. I could see it moving under my shirt. I have what my father called “an amorous nature.” But I infrequently felt this kind of excitement. And never for a woman who’d not been turned. I thought of the splendid werewolf Bianca. She'd had a mane of black hair and porcelain skin, and was an Alpine wolf in Lupine form. She was thin and graceful, with a swan-like neck, long well-formed limbs, and a thin waist. And she adored me. With an old, established, wealthy pedigree, her father and mine were distant cousins. Everyone expected a marriage proposal. After just three months together, her mother and aunts were looking at wedding gowns for her. I had strong feelings for her. But I knew i
“What are you wearing?” My sister Fawna smiled and laughed as I stepped through our front door. I laughed, too, looking down at the oversized sweater that had kept me warm during my walk home from Dane Wiltshire’s beach. I struck a model’s pose, hand on my hip, head thrown back. “Don’t I look lovely?” I giggled. My mother spoke up from her place near the front door. Annoyed, her face was pinched into a frown. “You look hideous. I hope no one saw you wearing that monstrosity.” But Father defended me. As always. “Veralee, who cares?” He shrugged. The night air is cold. I’m glad to see Adara in something warm. We don’t want our daughter turning to a block of ice, do we?” He gave a forced chuckle, and Mother shrank into the cushions of our well-worn sofa. Father was the only one on Vukasin Island who could shut her up, and she often needed to be silences. He rose from his easy chair and stepped forward, tilting his head to examine the toggles on the front of Dane’s sweater. “Where d
I thought of her, Miss Adara Huntington, as I watched the sun set over the ocean. I could almost see her form in my mind. I could visualize her stepping barefooted across the wet sand, walking along the beach and away from me. Walking out of my life? Perhaps. We were from different worlds. We didn’t move in the same social circles. Actually, I didn’t move in any social circles. I kept to myself, except for a few close friends—like Edin my boyhood companion, and his sister, and a few family members on the mainland. Edin had long been a mainlander. But now, he’d bought a home on Vukasin. Seaview, the estate next door to mine. I was thrilled. True, he was human, not Lupine. But we were the best of friends. I could trust him. He and his sister were both devoted to me. This was only natural because long ago, I saved him on the night of the wolf attack. That was before Vukasin became an island internment camp—a "sanctuary," the mainlanders called it, not wanting to acknowledge wh
I awoke to a screeching. It was my mother’s voice, her happy voice. I dressed and ventured downstairs. As I hit the fourth step I saw Mother on the sofa chattering to her Lupine best friend, Mrs. Carville. Why was Mrs. Carville at our house before breakfast? I guessed she was there to share some new gossip. I was right. As I came to the bottom of the stairs, Mother turned to me. “Adara, the most wonderful thing has happened.” “Perhaps not the most wonderful.” Father was putting on his coat to leave for work. He winked at me. “Hush.” Mother waved her hand at him. “Go to work. This is women’s business.” “But concerning a man.” He smiled. “Woman’s business always concerns a man.” He gave her an affection kiss. She kissed him back and continued. “Adara, you know the Wiltshire estate, I’m sure.” Of course I did, having been there the day before. Before I could remind her, she said, “It’s a rhetorical question.” I nodded. “The neighboring estate, Seaside . . . something like th
I slept late the next morning.I had dreams all night long.In one, a nightmare, I was desperately trying to capture an Enforcement Officer. I chased him to the mainland, where I was terrified of being recognized as a Lupine and being shot for escaping from Vukasin Island. I awoke in a sweat before I caught the Officer and before I myself was caught by the authorities.In another, I had Fawna pinned down, and I was stuffing aconite—the leaves, the roots, and the flowers—into her mouth. I struggled not to do this, but in the dream, it was as if my movements were not my own. I couldn’t control what I did. Then Fawna metamorphed into Adara, and now I was taking off my clothes and preparing to have sex with her. But after my clothes were off, instead of making love to her I began cramming gold coins into her mouth. She struggled against me, shouting, “You’re wrong. You’re wrong.” She begged me to stop hurting her. But I cont
The next morning I rose early, packed a spare dress to replace the one that had been ruined by wine stains as the doctor had struggled to cure her, and rushed to see my sister, Fawna.I feared I might encounter Dane Wiltshire at Edin West’s home, Seaview, where I’d left my sister to recover from almost being poisoned. But that thought couldn’t keep me from going.Now, as I walked through the park, of course I passed Chalmer’s Grove. I thought about how I’d made love to Dane in the darkness among the trees the previous evening.I remembered the sweetness of his touch, the delight as he’d pushed inside me, the ecstasy of my shuddering orgasm, and the pleasure of holding him as he’d climaxed, too.Forcing these ideas from my mind was the second memory of my conversation with Lantac Golgor later that night.Had he been speaking of anyone else, I’d not have believed him. But I knew—everyone on the is
I sat there with Edin in his study. By now, due to my revelations about Fawna, he was extremely despondent.“Despondent” is not a strong enough word.He was practically crying into his brandy.He had downed one drink after another since I told him the truth about the Huntington girls—that they were gold-diggers, that Fawna’s feigned interest in him was mere opportunism, and that I’d even heard their mother plotting with them to catch rich husbands.That he had to rid himself immediately of Fawna, the lovely girl he’d fallen in love with that very day.Just as I’d fallen in love with—or thought myself in love with—her sister, Adara.“It can’t be,” he was saying, his voice laden with disbelief.Edin is not like me. I’ve been called dark and moody. This was true even before I was bitten and turned into a werewolf. Perhaps that’s why my sire was unable to
As we all sat in the living room with our guest, the Enforcement Officer Lantac Golgor, my mother suddenly realized that Fawna might be truly ill.“Wait.” She scrutinized my face and her tone shifted from the happiness of a moment before to one of suspicion. “Wait a minute here.” The veins stood out on her knitted brow. “Fawna’s illness was so bad that a doctor was called?”“Er, yes, Mother.”“What are you not telling me?” Her voice rose quickly to a screech. “I will not be lied to by my own family.” She seemed to forget her manners, to forget that she had company. “A lie of omission is still a lie.”“Calm yourself.” My father patted her arm.“Calm? Calm? You be calm.” She turned back to me, her voice still high. “What’s going on? Adara, I demand that you tell me.”Everyone in the room, including our guest, was
Lantac Golgor—a hated, evil man.Not all Enforcement Officers are evil. I know this, of course.Some are decent, upright, honest, and conscientious.I don’t know if they’re in the majority or the minority. I’ve not had many dealings with the red-coated patrollers.But I have had dealings with Lantac Golgor. And I personally know him to be evil.Worse than evil. Corrupt, heartless, and cruel.I’d been extremely disappointed to see Lantac Golgor—my sworn enemy—seated in the Huntington living room, being entertained by the family, charming them, ingratiating herself with them.As I made my way back through the park and approached Chalmer’s Grove, I pictured Adara sitting there beside him, mesmerized by his slick manners, his quick wit, his intelligence, and his amiable conversation.I stopped on the path and stared into the woods to the place where we had, not even an hour before, ma
Lantac Golgor—such a charming man!I slipped around the side of the house to the back door. Because I’d seen a guest in the living room, my strategy was to enter through the back door, call my mother into the little breakfast nook off the kitchen, and there tell her about Fawna.I knew she was likely to become upset, and I didn’t want to cause the ruckus that was bound to result from her hysterics. I especially didn’t want that kind of disruption to happen in front of a guest.As soon as I closed the door behind me, I heard my mother’s voice ringing through the house. “Adara? Fawna? Is that you?”I hesitated, then answered. “Yes. Mother, can you come here a moment, please?”“What on earth for, you silly goose? You come here. Come into the living room. We have a visitor whom I’d like you two to meet.”“Of course. But first, I need to talk to you.”&ldqu
I’m not sure why, but it seemed we had little to say to each other after we had sex together.We stood quietly for a while, among the trees in the afterglow, catching our breaths after the experience of making love.It had been magnificent for both of us.I’d held back long enough for her to climax, and then I’d released, pounding into her and shuddering with ecstasy.Now we stood together, still pressed against the tree, both panting a bit from the exquisite delight of the experience. A light breeze stirred the night air, blowing the pleasant and clean scent of pine trees in our direction, as owls and other nightbirds called out in the woods—perhaps because they sensed a wolf was nearby.I kissed the top of Adara’s head. Then I pulled away and dressed, quickly pulling on my trousers.She, meanwhile, was trying to arrange her clothes, and doing a poor job of it. I managed to keep from laughing, and I moved to he
I was stunned.I couldn’t believe it.I’d let Dane Wiltshire make love to me.In public.Standing up against a tree.Not that it wasn’t great sex, for it was.Better than great.Magnificent.But I didn’t even know this man.I’d been about to have an orgasm, and I’d wanted to feel him inside . . . when he’d pulled away.But then, just as I was thinking he didn’t want me, he’d pushed his manhood inside me, taking me violently, like the ferocious beast that really was inside him. But with my consent.He’d been urgent and demanding, and I’d gasped as he entered me, as I felt the brutal push of his huge erection. It was painful—and delightful at the same time, if such a thing were possible. I’d never before experienced this kind of passionate intensity, and it was exhilarating.It was as if this Lupine, this half-wolf half-man,
Could it be that she desired me too?I asked myself this question, and yet, being a wolf, I moved forward in my passion.Of course, being a gentleman, had she said “Stop” I would have stopped.But she didn’t say “Stop.”In contrast, everything about her behavior said, “Continue.”She willingly and ardently gave in to me. Far from crying out, even as I inflicted pain on her with my fingers squeezing and pinching her nipple. Indeed, this pain seemed only to increase her ardor. She moaned in ecstasy; her moans were suppressed only by the pressure of my mouth on hers.By all these signs, she communicated that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.Meanwhile, being a wolf, I was, of course, overcome by my lust.Making love is difficult for Lupines in human form. In wolf form, wolves are so violent with their passions during love making that it’s not unusual for one to kill the other&md