All Chapters of The Wolves of Vukasin Island: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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 know it’s rude to eavesdrop, and I was raised better, but with my superior Lupine hearing, I couldn’t resist. During the full moon in total wolf mode, a werewolf can hear sounds 10 miles away if the wind is right. Even in human form, our hearing is outstanding. We’re very good with high-pitched sounds, which is why I could hear Mrs. Huntington’s shrill voice even before I was outside her front door. I listened as she sang the praises of my friend Edin: “this handsome, single, rich young man.” Just right for “my darling girls who need husbands.” Rich, I thought, approaching the house. A sudden and important insight into the Huntington family. I knew little about them other than meeting the father a few times, and just the previous day encountering—and becoming obsessed with—his daughter, Adara. But now: These girls are a trio of gold-diggers, I realized. I felt both disdain and disappointment. They're being pushed forward by their social-climbing mother. I nearly turned a

Spending time with the two gold-digging Huntington sisters was not as torturous as I expected. Well, I hadn’t expected time with Adara to be torturous at all, I expected to get her into my bed as soon as possible, and to enjoy all the secrets of her body, her red mouth, her ripe breasts, and her tight moist cunt. I knew I could seduce her—I rarely failed with women, especially with those below my station who hoped I’d fall in love and marry them, or at the very least, buy them expensive dresses and jewelry. My cock grew stiff just thinking about invading and them savagely pumping her delicious hot pussy. When standing up I had to keep my fists stuffed in my trouser pockets, or my hands folded low in front of me, to hide my hard-on. I was not looking forward to spending time with her sister, as well. I wondered how I might get rid of her long enough to get Adara into my bedroom, into my bed, for a quick fuck before letting her rejoin her sibling. The walk in the early-morning sun wa