“Bg!” My father roars at me, making me flinch and take a step back from the desk. He holds up a hand as I open my mouth. His associates are looking at me like I’m mad. Talking like some insolence child to the Breukelen Pack Leader.
“I’ve made my decision and it’s final.” My father states at last sitting back down in his chair.
“That’s what we’re here to discuss, actually.” Says the associate on the left. I look at him and frown.
“Shut up, you don’t get to talk to me.” I say disgusted with him. He’s one of the many werewolves who’s been talking down about me, behind my father’s back. I look back at my father.
“So that’s it then. Just like that?” I ask shaking my head, knowing my voice is lost on him.
“Yeah, just like that.” My father says at me. “They become pack.”
I look at his associate to the right and he smiles back at me, nodding his head. I look back at my father wide eyed as my mouth drops open. I squeal loudly and leap up across the desk at my father. Faster than either of his associates are ready for. My jeans sliding across it and knocking everything off it as I hug him tightly and am hugged in return.
“Thank you.” I mutter into his neck as I plant a kiss on it.
“I think I should thank you instead.” He says looking at me.
“Why?”
“You reminded me of a few things. Like not to close myself off completely from my feelings when making hard decisions. The heart is just as important as the head.” He says tapping my heart.
“Werewolf or not, we need both to function as we’re meant to be.” I hug him again tightly before sliding off his lap and standing up beside him.
“You’re the best.” I state excitedly.
“Don’t forget to thank your brothers and sister too.” He says pointing to the doorway as I see myself out quickly.
14
When Booker Parish meets me for the first time outside of a hospital and in a semi conscious state, I’m being ferocious. And he’s grinning.
All I can think is I must’ve made an impression. I spot him from my peripheral vision, standing in the doorway to our workout room with my sister leaning against the door beside him.
“This is Bg.” She states loud enough for me to hear. “My sister.”
I’d say hi, but my focus is on winning a fight. One with myself really. But one I’m going to take out on my instructor as I run and leap at him at top speed. We charge one another and the sai in our hands clang and clash and lock as we both push back on one another. Our bodies at angles, legs pushing the weight through our upper bodies into the fight.
My instructors figured out he shouldn’t hold back against me. I’ve figured out, I shouldn’t hold myself back either. My instructors eyes are distracted as they dart across to the occupants in the doorway, watching us. His eyes come back to me and then go back to them. I’m sure he wants to check Bodil out. What male doesn’t? She gets a lot of attention.
“Just giving Booker a tour of Casa De Sommers” Bodil says by way of introduction.
The sai weapons in my hands move with an ease now, as my thumbs control the movement of them, like an extension of my body.
I'll stop hating my body soon enough. I like it when it feels strong. Like it does when I train with these weapons.
Like it did when I lifted a guy who’s two times my weight, if not more, off the ground and back into bed.
Booker. I smirk as I practice the movement of my arm and hand’s extension of the sign in a controlled manner.
The Sai is designed to be a powerful weapon. It’s look is one of immediate intimidation to throw off it’s intended target. But really, any weapon is only as powerful as the person wielding it. The enforcement and usefulness of the sai can only came from me, if I let it.
It’s all about perception, and rather how you see yourself not how others see you. I get it now.
My instructor does not play nice. He’s not being paid to play nice with me, or easy. He’s trying to tear me up and right now, he’s also trying to tear me down, with his own set of sai, as he welds those things at me.
Effortlessly fast and circular in his movements as we spar together.
I can feel the sweat forming on my brow and all I know is this is me and I want this done. I feel like I’ve done a lot of sparing recently. Emotionally anyway.
I’m more than reading for this training session with him. I know what has to be done. I can see it now, step by step, the movement, the counter movement of what is coming. I’m aware of how lethal a werewolf I can become now.
I lunge at my instructor, not a huge lunge forward, just enough so he can register the movement of my body. I want him to mis-read my intention as I fake him out, by seeming to move just one of my sai, towards him, clumsily.
He falls for it, countering the movement, deftly, with a lot of energy, with his own sai. I’m almost certain he’s ready to tell me what I did wrong and declare himself the victor here.
He moves to his try and hook my sai and flip it out of my attacking hand when I pull back shapely.
I hear the slightest change in his breath, altering for three seconds, the heart beat in his chest and that’s when I actually strike back.
I’m ready, so fast and he doesn’t realise the intention of my move until it’s too late. I lunge forward again, deep and strong, steady on my feet, crossing my sai over and under his at the same time, locking his sai with a twist of one of mine while my left sai, crosses over and points directly, accurately, at his chest.
Right where his heart is. All I have to do is push. Stab him and he’s a dead man. His eyes go wide and we both hold our positions, still. I can see he’s trying to assess his way out of the move.
But I’ve locked his Sai up. He can’t use them. He made the error of having them two close together and giving me the advantage to lock them both with one of mine.
My eyes never leave his face. My arms are strong, locked in place and I’m already anticipating his next move. Waiting for him to throw it at me, suddenly. I look like I could hold myself this still for hours without wavering.
Except he doesn’t. Instead he says “And now I’m dead. Send my regards to my mother.”
I am still, barely breathing, and letting him see the werewolf within me, brimming behind my eager, dark eyes.
He backs off. Stepping back and out from the fight with me, dropping his sai to the floor in a show of surrender.
“That was eerily perfect. I’ve never seen anyone pick up the training so quickly.”
“Well there is just one of me.” It’s an arrogant reply but it’s right. He moves away to the other side of the room and I slowly relax and straighten up, lowering the sai to my sides.
Finally looking over at our visitors briefly, trying not to stare at Booker Parish with fascination. “Now imagine a whole lot of what you would be like to fight.”
A smile graces my lips. Booker’s eyes are locked on mine and he’s still grinning. “Guess the therapy’s taking then.” We catch our breath. My instructor starts to circle me again after a few seconds of time out.
My sister walks back out of the room, Booker slowly follows her out his grin turning into a warm smile.
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Wolves Love
Werewolves and lycans are known for not getting along.
One could argue that you couldn't blame the lycans for their hostility. Given, to be a lycan, means as a human you were attacked by a werewolf and survived, only to turn into one of them.
Tatum Lee only knows this existence all too well as a new lycan. It's only been a few months since s
he turned and has found herself in a relationship, with of all creatures, a werewolf, Wiatt D'arenberg. But loving Wiatt means, Tatum has to live by the rules of Wiatt's pack , and it means there's not much living in it when the Bronx lycan community find out exactly who Tatum is.
She's either one of them, or she's not welcome, just like werewolves in the Bronx aren't welcome. Tatum's relationship with Wiatt becomes strained as she battles to find her place in her new wolf life, with Wiatt and amongst all the wolves of New York City.
Wiatt finds his thinking pushed as he must confront the reality of the werewolf culture and his own personal happiness with a lycan for his lover. Can Wiatt and Tatum find a way to make a relationship between two very different types of wolves work? Or will they simply be torn apart, by each other and every other wolf that wants to hurt them?
Wolves
Tatum Lee is a lycan. She knows it. She can’t help but not know it, because it seems everyone is always reminding her of it. Being a lycan isn't the same as being a werewolf and living and working in werewolf territory like New York City, is just asking for trouble. Being a lycan isn’t what she wants to announce upon her arrival there. Tatum just wants to be left alone.
Only that’s not going to happen, if Wiatt D’arenberg, enforcer for the Manhattan Maen pack, gets his way. It’s Wiatt’s job to ensure there are no lycan in the Manhattan Maen’s territory, including Tatum.
Having an untrained, lycan in his territory, on a lunar week means it’s up to Wiatt to ensure she’s not a danger to his pack or the public, and that means taming her. If he can tame his feelings towards the wolf he’s not supposed to want, first.
Werewolf storm
I guess you could say I was having the day from hell.
Well, it didn’t exactly start out that way, and I may have caused a little of the trouble myself, when I managed to ditch the protective detail of werewolf bodyguards who were assigned to me. But beyond that, the rest of my day, was well and truly outside of my control. Which was a bit like my life as a Breukelen pack werewolf.
Meeting shape shifting doctor, Megan Marisini from the Neiwe Teme Pack in New Jersey, New York, kind of blew my mind well and truly open. Nothing like discovery you’re not who you thought you were for your whole life, to change your day. That and say a super storm. I didn’t know about the warnings and couldn’t evacuate in time to before the storm hit and tilted my world on an axis I never saw coming.
Alpha
Bodil Sommers has never been one for attention, but as the lunar week approaches and the moon rises high in the night sky, she’s going to get a lot of it, from various werewolf males. Doesn’t help if you’re the leading pack alpha’s daughter and every werewolf in the tri-state area wants a piece of you. And not necessarily in a good way.
Two of the males pursuing her are from her own pack and proving more than a enough to keep up with. Nick Olsen an alpha and Boden Jennings a beta werewolf who are always fighting one another. They’re supposed to be the better option, than giving herself over to another pack’s alpha male or having to win her right to date, through dominance fighting.
But Bodil finds her paws full when neither male will back down and she can’t figure out what she wants, let alone who she wants, as well as having to stop an impending turf war with another werewolf pack, all before full moon. Who new dating was so complicated?
New York, leave it to the wolves.
Beasts of Burden
A Side Show Story related to the full length novel The Nature of the Beast
Bg Sommers is in Seattle to catch up with her good friend, and fellow beta werewolf, Sonny Charleston. As usual, a night out on the town wouldn’t be a night out if trouble didn’t follow them and bring Bg more attention than she can handle. When the dangerous looking alpha werewolf, Paris D’arenberg sets his sights on her.
Bg’s heart knows it’s in trouble, even before the end of the night. As thoughts of her relationship with her pack mate Conall Wakely back home fade, she realizes her heart is willing to be taken and not by just anyone.
Returning home to Brooklyn after her mind opening weekend away, Bg comes face to face with all aspects and werewolves, of her love life. In order for her to find true happiness, she has to make some personal decisions about it and risk herself in the process.
Is she a fearlessness werewolf to truly try and unburden the beast that is her werewolf heart? Conflicted she must conquer what her heart truly desires and understand that it is okay to seek love and to love fully.
Wild Life
Addison Harrington is used to leading a pretty wild life. After all, you don’t get to be a werewolf and be normal, as such. As an alpha werewolf and second in command of the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack, he’s very much used to living the werewolf way of life. He’s up to his neck in werewolves, daily, nightly and at all times.
So when he finds himself face to face with Cassidy Owens, a non-werewolf female at a pack party, he becomes a little intrigued in the human species. Even if he is somewhat unsure of what to do, other than have some fun. But can he have fun with a human woman? His version of fun? After all, Addison’s never been one for human companions, or relations as such.
As the lunar week approaches, Addison finds himself drawn to Cassidy. But his werewolf lifestyle could spell trouble, for the both of them. Before Addison can figure out how to break it off with Cassidy, she is dragged, kicking and screaming into the werewolf world at large. Addison finds he must save Cassidy as much as he must save himself by confronting his own feelings for a human. Feelings he thought he’d never have.
Bleeding Hearts
Not all Werewolf packs are equal, and not all werewolves are equal either. Doll and Jeremy are 'strays', werewolves without a pack. They witnessed the decimation of their pack by a pack of Alpha werewolves. After escaping their imprisonment, they find themselves far away on the other side of the country, the shores of the Pacific, amongst the Seattle Alki Pack.
Can these two young strays overcome their fears of alpha wolves to forge a new life with new pack-mates?
And when an old enemy reappears to claim them, will the trust in their new pack be stronger than their need to flee? Will the Seattle Alki help them fight for their very lives? Or leave them broken hearted, bloodied and torn apart, for the wolves?
Lunar Night Stand
A Side Show Story related to the full length novel The Pack.
Gabby Colton is cool, calm and very collected, most of the time, she has to be, she’s an alpha werewolf from the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack. Which means living by expectations and pack rules and standards. But having Conall Wakely turn up unexpectedly on her doorstep during a lunar week, throws the alpha female. But then Gabby sees an opportunity worth taking.
There is history between Conall and Gabby and it isn’t at all good. So what good could come from these two meeting up without anyone to pull them apart? Then again, Conall Wakely’s never been a model good guy. So why not indulge in his bad boy behavior? Besides, what’s the worst an alpha female werewolf could possibly do to him, other than break his balls?
This is what happens when young Breukelen beta werewolf, Conall Wakely decides to pay a house visit to Manhattan Maen’s fiercest alpha female, Gabby Colton.
The Pack
On an irregular lunar week in Manhattan New York, odd things are happening. The Werewolves of New York City are acting up. And it seems everyone is affected, even Manhattan Maen pack leader, Paris D'arenberg.
But does Paris see the chaos around him or is he used to it? His pack mate Bg tries to warn him that something is coming. But what would be brave enough to come for an alpha werewolf? Especially a pack leader like Paris. Or is Paris not the real target of these strange events? As the lunar week unfolds, Bg and the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack will have to face something unexpected and unprecedented happening to them. Which will require making the hardest decision of Bg's life. How can her love for Paris survive, if he doesn't?
Revenge
> As a lunar eclipse approaches in Manhattan, New York, Bg Sommers finds herself
in a defining moment. If she chooses to ignore the slight paid to her by Manhattan Maen werewolf Gabby Colton, Bg will appear as a weak werewolf. Or if she decides to deal with Gabby Colton one on one, she might just save her reputation and her werewolf pack, the Breukelen’s name.
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