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by Liliana Rhodes


  Feeling anxious, she ran down the road towards her home. She tried convincing herself she was just spooked, but it was no use. She couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't alone.

  As she stepped onto the sidewalk leading up to her door, a thin animal, no larger than a medium size dog stepped out of the trees. Surprised, she stopped and watched it approach as she tried to figure out what it was. One thing was certain, it was a shifter.

  The animal had a reddish coat and long pointy ears. It was too big to be a fox. A coyote? No, coyote weren't brave enough to approach alone like this. Slowly it dawned on her. Wolf. Red Wolf.

  "Renfield?" she asked, remembering their conversation from earlier.

  The wolf walked behind a bush and when he was done changing to human, Renfield stood up using the foliage to cover his private area. Why did he follow her? Something deep inside her told her to run inside the house, but she ignored that and waited to find out what he wanted.

  "They look down on me," Renfield said. "They call me Omega. They're Beta. They follow their Alpha mindlessly like sheep. How does that make them better than me?"

  "What are you doing here?"

  "I caught your scent earlier in the woods, it's too good to pass by and its getting stronger," he said as he stepped forward, forgetting his modesty. "You haven't been claimed yet. I have no desire for a mate, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun."

  Hannah watched in horror as Renfield quickly shifted back into the red wolf and charged towards her. Frozen to the ground in shock, she willed herself to move, to run into the house, but she couldn't. With her breath caught in her throat as Renfield came just several feet away from her, she managed a whisper, "Caleb."

  A strong gust of wind and the coarse hair of a grey wolf brush against her as it collided mid-air with Renfield. The wolves' upper bodies rose into the air as they stood on their hind legs. Caleb easily flipped the smaller wolf, pinning him down on his back, and stood over him, teeth bared and snarling.

  The rush of relief that ran through her body enabled her to move once more. Taking a step towards them, she was startled when the grey wolf turned to growl at her. Understanding he wanted her away, she ran up the steps of the cottage and waited.

  Caleb focused on the smaller wolf, his teeth still bared, a low growl coming from deep in his throat. In an effort to shake the larger wolf, Renfield bucked and twisted. Caleb's jaws snapped onto his neck.

  "No! Don't!" Hannah called out as she left her porch.

  Caleb stopped. His teeth having punctured the skin. Slowly transforming back to human, Renfield whimpered, his neck bleeding as he turned to Hannah.

  "You didn't have to do that," he said. "I was wrong. I even smelled the Alpha on you, but that didn't stop me." Caleb released Renfield who reached up to check his neck. "I've lived through worse." Taking a step towards Hannah, the grey wolf snapped ferociously, stopping Renfield in his tracks. "Hannah, you're in danger," Renfield said. "My master knows of the Crane curse. His pack has waited centuries for you. Please, go back to your old life."

  "What are you talking about?" Hannah asked.

  "Your scent. He's going to follow your scent. Even if I tell him nothing, he will find you," Renfield's voice heightened with fear as he turned to the grey wolf. "He will use her to destroy our kind!"

  Caleb shifted back and grabbed Renfield's arm. His eyes were intense as he loomed above the smaller man. "Speak! What do you know?"

  "Nothing, I swear I know nothing. Just that he's been looking for the emerald eyed witch who can charm wolves. The thirteenth daughter. He hates your kind." Renfield turned back to Hannah. "Your scent grows stronger the more you're with him. Please, save yourself!"

  "Is your master behind the slaughter of my pack?" Caleb demanded.

  Renfield yanked his arm away from Caleb. "I don't know for sure, but its why I'm here. I needed to find out more when I heard of the deaths. He is not my master by choice. He saved me and for that I owe him my life. You think of me as Omega, but I know honor and respect like my wolf brethren. Something other shifters do not."

  "Who is your master?"

  "Hawthorn. Coyote."

  Renfield turned around, revealing four large misshapen scars that resembled a bear's claw. He shifted back into wolf form, and trotted down the street before disappearing into the woods.

  Caleb turned to Hannah and as he stepped towards her, she jumped into his arms. Relieved to be safe and in his embrace, she melted into his strong embrace and let him support her body as she clung to him.

  "Thank you for saving me," she whispered as she pressed her cheek against his scratchy beard.

  "Hannah, you are in danger. He's right. Your scent grows stronger each time I see you. You're changing."

  "I'm not changing. I'm the same as I've always been."

  "No, Hannah. I don't understand how but you're changing. You're becoming one of us."

  "No! How can that be? You're wrong," she said as she stepped back confused.

  "You are. Look at your eyes," Caleb said.

  Hannah didn't have to. Deep down, something within her said he was telling the truth. She felt the difference within her as the wolves fought, but didn't understand it. Without needing a mirror, Hannah knew her eyes glowed amber.

  Chapter Eight

  "How is this happening?" Hannah asked. "A person doesn't just change into a werewolf."

  Caleb saw confusion spread across her pretty face. He knew he had to help her control it or as the wolf spirit grew, it would consume her.

  "Come with me," he said as he took her hand. "We need to go somewhere safe, where we can talk."

  "Then come inside. God only knows what my mother is up to, but the lights are out so I guess she's still at Night Shift." Hannah shook her head. "Don't ask."

  She pulled out an old bronze key and unlocked the door. They entered a small hallway which led to an open room with a couch and the TV at one end and a kitchen at the other end. Hannah disappeared through a door then reappeared holding a pair of baby blue sweatpants and a white oversized button shirt that she handed to him.

  "I'm sure they won't fit, but you have to put something on," she said.

  "Why? Does it bother you that I'm naked?"

  Caleb watched as her cheeks turned red. He laughed heartily, then took the clothes and pulled on the pants. They were tight, almost like a second skin and the bottoms of the sweatpants only reached his calves. He held the shirt up to his large chest, showing her how small the shirt really was, shrugged and put it on even though he couldn't button it.

  "Do you want anything? Coffee? Hot chocolate?" She asked.

  He smiled. "Its very nice of you to be polite, but I know where your head is. You're thinking about your eyes and wondering what's next." As she nodded, Caleb noticed tears in her eyes. "Come sit with me," he said.

  "I don't want to be a wolf. It was hard enough growing up as a witch, and that people didn't know just by looking at me. I can't walk around with yellow eyes."

  "Relax," he said as he took her hand and closed his large hands around it. "I know you can do this. Just listen to me. You know how you focus on Pea in the circle to make her come?"

  "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"

  "Use that focus. Focus on your eyes and that beautiful green color they used to be."

  "You think my eyes are beautiful?" she asked.

  He smiled softly at her and stroked her cheek. "The most beautiful I've ever seen. Now concentrate on them. Clear everything from your mind except for what color your eyes were."

  She closed her eyes for a minute and when she opened them they were emerald again. Smiling, she slumped back against the couch and let out a long sigh.

  "Thank you. Is that how you change?"

  "Yes, although it becomes easier the more you do it. You need to control it so it doesn't control you. You never want to meet a shifter who isn't in control of his animal spirit, they're dangerous. There are times when circumstances force it to ta
ke control. Like earlier," he said. "When Renfield attacked you, becoming a wolf wasn't a thought. It just came naturally because I had to protect you. I'm sure that's why your eyes turned. Your wolf spirit was ready to protect you too."

  "My wolf spirit? Nothing makes any sense anymore. My entire life I've been told wolves were awful, disgusting, and untrustworthy. And then I meet you."

  "You feel what I do, don't you?" he asked softly.

  Caleb had been wanting to talk to her. Although she didn't know anything about fated mates, he believed she had to feel the same thing he felt.

  "I don't know. I don't know what I feel. I'm so confused. I can't explain it."

  "I can't explain it either," he said feeling the pull to her grow even stronger. "Let me tell you what I do know. Every time I see you, your scent grows stronger. And your scent..." he shook his head as he thought about the deliciousness of it, "its the most amazing thing."

  "Caleb, you keep talking about scents and wolf spirits, but I don't understand. None of that means anything to me."

  "No one really understands how shifters came to be. Some say we're just human hybrids, others say it's magic, or a curse."

  "A curse? Like from witchcraft?" Hannah asked.

  "Yes, exactly. Some of the earliest texts on werewolves link them with witches. There are accounts dating back to the witch trials in Europe accusing witches, both male and female, of being wolf charmers."

  "You mean witches that could make the wolves do what they wanted?"

  "Yes, like attack a neighbor's livestock. Honestly when we first met I was so drawn to you that I was sure you charmed me."

  "Well if I charmed you, I must have done a lousy job. You kept trying to get rid of me," she said laughing.

  "It was your scent. You had the scent of a wolf, but it was clear you weren't. The next time we met I thought you might be a half breed, but you didn't have that scent either," he said as he shook his head, still confused. "Let me keep explaining. There are half breeds, but they're rare. And they don't have as strong of a scent as you do. All the shifters I know can trace their animal ancestry back centuries."

  "And the wolf spirit?"

  "Most of the packs in Leeds Point believe that our ability to shift into animal form is from our ancestors. We can trace our roots back to people who believed an animal spirit protected and helped them. These spirits were separate from the humans at that time, but there's evidence that they eventually joined, enabling us to transform."

  "So you speak to other packs? I wasn't sure since when I was at Night Shifts it was wolf only."

  "There are some who won't fraternize with the other shifters, but as Alpha I like to keep communication open so we can work together. Like now with the murders."

  "Is it only wolves that are in danger?" she asked.

  "So far, but you never know. There are other shifters missing. Whoever is at the root of it obviously has a problem with wolves, but from my experience if this pack gets too confident, they'll go after the others. I've been working with the bear and panther Alphas to watch the forest. The woods seem to be at the center of this. That's how I found you. I followed your scent out of my territory into the neutral zone, which is where you live."

  "Neutral zone? I can't believe all of this has been going on my entire life and I knew nothing about it."

  He laughed. "You have no idea how much has gone on in Leeds Point. Where you live and where the clearing is, are all parts of an abandoned territory. They believe it was once managed by a wolf, but no one knows for sure so the shifter council declared it neutral. We can't figure out where the murders are taking place though. There are no clues, just the bodies left behind. At first we thought it was hunters, but there's been too many deaths and no signs of gunshots or bows."

  "Do you think Hawthorn is behind this?"

  "Renfield seemed to believe so. And the coyote has long been an enemy of the wolf. They refuse to accept their place. Many of them let their coyote spirit rule so it wouldn't surprise me. I'll have to notify the council with an emergency meeting. I'll also have to tell them about what Renfield said about you. If the coyote believe you to be a wolf charmer then you're not safe. Your scent continues to grow stronger and they'll follow your scent just like I did."

  "Maybe I need to shower more, I didn't realize I had such an odor," she said jokingly.

  "I'm serious. We're shifters. We're part animal. A lot of what we do is based on scent. Its how we've survived all these centuries," he said, then paused before continuing. "Do you believe in soulmates?"

  "I...I don't know anymore. I mean when I thought about my family, none of the women in my family had ever been in a long term relationship, let alone married. So I didn't believe in it."

  "Didn't?" he said noticing she spoke in past tense. "I didn't either. Not until I met you. Shifters refer to soulmates as our fated mate and we find them by their scent. No one else will have that special scent and it pulls at every cell in our body once we find that person. You are my fated mate. And I know you feel it too."

  "I don't know what I feel," she said. "I've never felt like this before. I can't explain it, but ever since we met you're all I think about. But it still doesn't explain why I'm changing. It doesn't sound like it normally happens this way."

  "You're right, it doesn't. Usually the change first happens as children, but they're around shifters all the time. Maybe your wolf spirit was hibernating and I woke it. I don't know, but I'll help you learn to manage it." He smiled and kissed her lips softly then breathed in deeply and sighed. "Its late, the sun is almost up and I'm sure your mother doesn't want to find a wolf in her home."

  "When will I see you again?"

  "Tonight. Let me take you on a proper date. And I'd like to meet your mother. She should feel comfortable with who is taking you out."

  "You don't have to do that. She hates werewolves. At least I thought she did," Hannah said unsure. "I can date whoever I want. I don't need permission."

  "Then call me old fashioned. I'm going to come here, knock on the door, and meet your mother," he said as he pressed his lips to hers and felt her body melt against his. "I have to go before I can't stop myself."

  She smiled and followed him to the door. Once outside, Caleb put his hand up to say good-bye as his ears lengthened and hair slowly sprouted. He let the transformation quicken and once he was a full wolf, turned towards the forest and ran at full speed. Feeling the cool air against his fur once again, he slowed down enjoying the cold ground underneath his paws. Thinking about Hannah, he wondered if she would enjoy the freedom of running as a wolf as much as he did.

  As the sun lightened the forest, he thought about having to call an emergency meeting for the Council. But almost more importantly, he wanted to make sure Hannah had a night she would never forget.

  Chapter Nine

  Hannah stood on the porch, her arms wrapped around herself for warmth as she watched Caleb in wolf form enter the forest. Picking up the clothes he wore from the porch steps, she held them up to her face and inhaled deeply, enjoying his scent.

  Slipping her arms into the button shirt, she grinned thinking about sleeping in that shirt so she could feel close to him. Briefly she felt the tug of her own wolf spirit, but closing her eyes she focused to contain it.

  "You'll catch your death of cold out here," her mother said, startling her as she entered the cottage.

  As she followed Eliza into the house, Hannah couldn't help but remember her mother sitting at Night Shift like it was the most normal thing in the world. How could she act like that after all the things she said about werewolves her entire life? She needed answers, but she wanted a fight and she knew how to get one.

  "I'm going on a date tonight," she said as she followed Eliza into her bedroom where she sat on her bed as she took off her heels.

  "That's nice. You don't normally tell me about your dates though."

  "He's a werewolf."

  "A what! Hannah, you know how I feel about that. You know–
"

  "No, what I know is what you've said all these years. Yet there you were tonight all dolled up and talking to one. Don't be a fucking hypocrite, Mom."

  "Don't talk to me like that! You have no idea what I've been through and why I was there. You'd never raise your voice like that to Pea!"

  "Pea wouldn't lie to me. She wouldn't keep things from me."

  "Oh? She wouldn't? You want to know why I haven't visited your grandmother all these years?" Eliza got up and pulled a small box from a shelf in her closet. "I found this when I was going through Pea's things after she died. It's full of letters." Eliza paused, obviously upset. "From your father."

  "My father? But I thought–"

  "That's what I thought too. I thought Knox just left me. He was in the Air Force. Stationed over at McGuire. We met one night at a bar and well, it just clicked. We were together every day for three months."

  "Only three months?"

  "One night I was out with my friends and when I got back, there was a message from him. He was being deployed that night. I raced over to the Air Force base, but I was a civilian so they wouldn't let me on base. I glamoured the MP and raced over to see him. He said he'd write and call when he could. We even talked about getting married when he got back. But I never heard from him."

  Eliza sat back down on the bed. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She held the box on her lap carefully, as if it was fragile.

  "Tell me about the letters, Mom," Hannah said as she sat beside her and wrapped her arm around her shoulders.

  "Pea never liked him. He was a shifter. A werewolf. She said they were untrustworthy and only interested in one thing. When I never heard from him, that's what I thought too. When I realized I was pregnant, I wanted to reach out and tell him, but I had no way to. I just didn't know how and I didn't know what to think. He had only been gone a couple of weeks, but with Pea in my head constantly, I really thought I meant nothing to him."

 

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