All Chapters of A Werewolf Fantasy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

She slipped off the boulder and lay on the ground, and she began to sob softly. She cried herself to sleep and when she woke up about two hours later, she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sun was still up in the sky and blazing like a ball of fire. She thought it was odd that there was this much sunshine at this time of the year, or maybe this sun was being manipulated by Nikjin and his mystic buddy who seemed to be an expert in creating this sort of grand illusion. It occurred to her then that this place wasn’t real, it was Nikjin’s torture chamber for all of his enemies. He could make the weather as hot or as cold as he wanted, regardless of what time of year it was. That was an insane amount of power for one person to wield, and now he wanted to be the Alpha King. If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable…… but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls

“There you are!” Exclaimed Nikjin excitedly as Erin entered his chambers in the longhouse. He was reclining on a crude version of a chaise lounge made out of wood, straw, and animal hide. His domain was densely decorated with a variety of artsy fittings that were at odds with this era but made the space warm and inviting.“Do you like my lair?” He asked with a dashing grin.If he wasn’t such an evil creature, Erin would have found him quite attractive. “It’s nice,” she said plainly.“Nice is such a basic word to describe this phenomenal place. It definitely beats that drab home you lived with your mate. Oh, and speaking of which, would you like to see him?”Erin’s eyes goggled in surprise. “Is he here?”“No, but I know where he is and I can show you if you do as I say,” he said with a catty grin. He looked like a predator who had successfully cornered his prey.Erin had a bad feeling about his tone and she knew that whatever he was going to say next would probably make her sick.“Firs

Inside Nikjin’s luxurious longhouse, they sat opposite each other but said nothing. While Nikjin was immersed in his thoughts, Erin wondered why his entire community was eerily quiet. She knew that the time was probably somewhere between midnight and 1 a.m. judging by the time she slept and when she woke up, and by the level of darkness outside. It has hard to tell the time accurately in a place that had no clocks or watches.Still, why were there no sounds of owls hooting in the distance? Or dogs barking somewhere? Or a baby crying? Come to think of it, she didn’t see any children when she came here yesterday. The place was teeming with adults but no children. Where were the kids?She glanced at Nikjin and saw that he was still deep in thought, staring off into the distance while stroking his beardless chin as the wheels turned behind his eyes. Erin was tired of this creepy quietness. She felt as if she was sitting in a graveyard and that thought bothered her. She needed to bring lif

“Is it true?” Cheyenne asked her with eyes as huge as saucers. “Has my lord agreed to let you see your mate?”Erin nodded her head vigorously ins response to the question because she was too happy to even speak. She and the sister wives were sitting in their designated hut, whiling away the morning after they’d had a light breakfast prepared by Mizzah, the youngest female amongst them.“Zokman has just informed me that I am to take you to the portal entrance at his signal,” Cheyenne continued. “Tell me, how did you convince our lord to let you see your mate?”“To be honest, it is a long tale, but I will summarize it to say that he probably wants to impress me.”Her response sparked a change in Cheyenne’s countenance and the other women also gave her a sharp look.“Our lord wants to impress you?” Cheyenne asked with obvious disdain. “Why?”Erin became uncomfortable with the way the ladies were shooting daggers at her with their eyes. She had forgotten that these females were Nikjin’s l

She was led into Nikjin’s lair by an uncharacteristically joyous Cheyenne who has been in a good mood since their last conversation in the hut earlier today. When Erin came face-to-face with her mate’s killer, she thought her knees would buckle with fear but instead, her stomach clenched and her spine stiffened in anticipation of what he might say or do to her.He was fully dressed in a heavily decorated brown leather vest, a pair of breeches, and a headdress with feathers and beads. His upper arms were adorned with leather straps designed with beads and stones, and his fair hair was held up in a bun. He looked so incredibly handsome, so ravishing that Erin almost forgot that he was a ruthless killer.“Welcome back to the land of the living,” he said blandly while his sharp eyes studied her intently. “What clever revenge plan have you come up with?”His question surprised her. She tried to speak but her throat was dry, so she licked her lips and swallowed a few times. “I – I do not un