Werewolf Me
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“Coward!” Absolon roared after him.
“Tsk, tsk, good henchman are hard to find, hopalong. Maybe the slashing and hacking thing turned him off you somewhat.” Truro smiled an overly sweet smile at her captor.
Absolon pointed the tip of the sword at her throat. “I swear if you do not shut up—” He halted as the call of wolves was closer than before.
Truro could hear what sounded like dozens of paws thrumming on the ground. “Scared?”
“Never.” Absolon stood his ground. “They are just in time to see me kill you.”
Bushes rustled and the first wolves appeared. “Wow.” Truro had never seen a real life wolf. They’re beautiful. Hmmm, which one is Murphy?
Joan handed her knife to Bess. “Let’s end this now.”
“Are you sure?” Bess’ eyes were keen on Joan.
“Yes.”
Truro wasn’t. If Joan was indeed a destroyer of werewolves then attacking them now left fewer good guys on their side. “Lara—”
Bess cut off her words. “She knows what she’s doing, Tru.”
“Holy crap,” Truro murmured in awe as more wolves appeared en masse as if to fight whatever battle they had to in order to keep their clan safe. Truro suddenly understood the connection they had to each other. They came when one of their own was in danger. I am part of this clan. I get it now. She looked at Joan. The dark woman was shaking with rage, fists bunched and eyes furious. The man at her side was not the scariest person at that moment. One of the wolves stepped forward. Uh-oh, this is going to be bad. They should be fighting Absolon, not each other.
Bess kept the gun trained on Absolon, who in turn looked pleased as the wolf bared its teeth and the woman came at it. They circled each other as other wolves looked on. “Excellent. This is even better than I planned. I’ll watch this first then kill you.”
This was going to work out in Absolon’s favor and Truro could not have that, yet no matter how much Truro struggled she could not free herself. To be honest, she was not sure what she would do even if she did. Which one of these wolves was Murphy? What should she do? Before she had time to think Joan nodded at the wolf and ran at Absolon. The wolf followed. That was the last thing Truro expected.
“Bloody hell.” Truro hit the ground hard in a flurry of fists and paws and bodies. Truro’s arm was jerked from Absolon’s hold and his sword went flying through the air. She tried to struggle out from underneath but it was hard going.
“Come to me, Truro,” Bess urged her.
“I’m trying.” Suddenly two wolves approached her. “I’m one of you. I come in peace. Please don’t hurt me.” Before Truro knew what was happening, the wolves pulled at her clothes and started dragging her out from the melee she was embroiled in. As she scrambled to her feet and ran to Bess, she watched the man, woman and wolf fighting. It was then Truro knew what she had to do. “Give me the dagger, Bess.”
“Truro—”
“It’s okay. I know what I’m doing—sorta.” The cold steel of the hilt met her hand. Truro took a deep breath and raced back into the fight. It was hard to work out who was whom but eventually she sank the dagger into Absolon’s shoulder. He screamed in pain and a strange angry red light shot out from the wound. What started as a simple puncture began to spread down his arm, flesh bulging grotesquely under his clothes as if poison was tearing through his veins.
“Wow, this dagger has serious bad ju-ju.” Truro watched for a moment before pulling herself together and pressing the flat side of the knife against Joan’s arm. The woman started shaking. Truro held the blade there until the shaking subsided and her hands let go of the wolf. It was then that she realized that neither Joan nor the wolf were seriously fighting each other. Well, duh.
Absolon continued screaming as the red wound spread and started to open up similar wounds all over his body. Truro pulled Joan up and away from him.
“Thank you.” Joan accepted the dagger back.
“Oh, no, thank you. That’s some power in that knife, Lara.”
“I have never used it for anything but apples.”
“Apples? Seriously?” Truro was intrigued. I wonder what her cranky-assed ancestor would think about that?
“Yeah, and occasionally to peel an orange.” Joan looked down at Absolon in distaste.
Truro knew he was dying. No man could look so bloody, festering and torn and live. “I feel no remorse for stabbing him.”
Bess came to them. “He is evil and has to die.”
“Now you will all be free.” Truro smiled at the thought Bess nodded her head and dropped the rifle to the ground. “As will you.” The wolves and the three woman watched as the man died. “It will be light soon and our men will be back.”
Truro looked at the wolves. “Who is exactly whom here? You all look the same to me. Okay, that’s rude—what I mean is—”
“It’s okay to be confused.” Bess laughed.
“Thank God.” Truro had a feeling the werewolves of Ludlum were going to keep her guessing for years.
Chapter Eleven
“You were amazing, petal.”
“Just now in the shower?” She lay naked in Murphy’s arms, enjoying the warm, solid heat of his body.
“No—yes—but specifically with Absolon.”
“He pissed me off.” Truro had acted according to that.
Murphy laughed and hugged her closer. “Remind me never to do that.” Hi kissed her nose. “I’m proud of you. I love you.”
“Oh, wolf man.” How did I ever live without him?
“What?” His lips moved down to nuzzle her neck.
“You make it so hard for me.”
He rolled on top of Truro in response. “I thought you liked that.”
She instinctively opened her legs and felt his semi-erect cock on her thigh. “Again?” I could do it again.
“Soon—any objections?”
“No.” That was exactly what she wanted so how could Truro complain? Life is good. That was an ideology she never thought she would apply to herself. “So about Gil and Lara.” Truro still couldn’t see her as a “Joan”. “Do you think they would have killed each other if the fight had lasted longer?”
“No, because soul mates cannot kill the other.”
“About the soul mate thing—”
Murphy’s eyes locked on her. “Yes?”
“I’m not saying I’m going to make this easy for you,” Truro began, her hands on his chest, her fingers tracing the tattoo.
“I never expected you would.”
“And I know I’m going to want to travel.” Some habits were hard to break. Maybe, one day, Truro would settle down. But not yet. Not until I’m ready.
“I have a plan already worked out for that,” Murphy said, reversing their positions so Truro was lying full length on him. “While sticking together in a clan is important, we can function without each other.”
“Really?” He would do that for her?
“Yeah really. Now where would you like to go?”
Truro kissed him passionately. She was so overcome with her feelings for him. No one had given her as much freedom or love as Murphy had. Soul mates. Hmmm, there may be something in that. “I’d go anywhere with you, wolf man.”
Murphy stroked her back. “’Still scared of the future, petal?”
“Honestly? Yes.” What was the point of lying to the man she loved? “I don’t want to mess up what we have together.”
“You won’t.” Murphy held her close to his heat. “You’ll be fantastic.”
And there is was. Faith. That was what love was all about. “We’ll be fantastic, wolf man.”
“Yes, petal, we will.”
About the Author
Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your ass, but after all, that’s what cellulite i
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