tonight.
Around the fire, half naked male forms chased naked, shrieking females. Large motorcycles stood parked around the blaze, their tires interlocking so anyone trying to escape the circle would have to clamber through the bikes.
Speakers boomed out pulsing music. Karl recognized Guns and Roses : “It’s So Easy.”
One young woman, breasts shaking, tried to hurdle the seat of a bike.
Two black-clad shapes grabbed her and threw her back into the ring.
Tonight the two leaders of the Sons of Thunder motorcycle club would show these Alphas the last road to Hell.
Karl made a deep, rumbling sound. To any human, the sound would be an inarticulate growl. Jack, his brother, shifted gears as he drove He heard, “When you need to stop a pack of wild curs, you call the Sons!”
Jack slapped Karl's jaw.
“Bring on the thunder!”
Karl smiled, pulling his lips pulling back from his ivory fangs.
“If they fight, we’ll eat their faces,” Karl rumbled the first line from the ancient battle cry.
“If they flee, we’ll eat their tails,” Jack responded.
The two brothers roared together. Glowing eyes looked from the bonfire, and answering howls and yips pierced the night. Men transformed into wolves, shaking their clothes into strips, and baring teeth and angry yellow eyes. Their massive muscles strained and with their jaws snapping, they charged the two huge forms that had appeared among them.
The hot blood flowed as heads rolled on the ground and one by one the yips were silenced.
Jack threw down several of the bikes, clearing a path through which naked women ran into the night. Karl watched them go as he shifted back into human form, restraining his urge to chase them and pump each one full with his seed.
His brother stood straining next to him.
Karl kicked at a syringe leaking fluid into the sand.
“Let them go. They’ll just be druggies telling a story no one will believe. Wolves fighting with swords in the night.”
Tendons appearing on his neck, Jack nodded. Karl let out his breath and relaxed his shoulders.
Then, he smelled the most enticing thing from a breeze wafting through the distant sea. Though he had shifted back to full human form, Karl’s senses remained wolf sharp.
“We have to go.”
four
Eleven hours before Grace was taken…
“You need to get out there, Grace, have some fun and maybe meet some new guys.”
“I don’t need to meet any new boys, Leslie. I’m doing fine.”
I wasn’t. I didn’t have great luck with men. First off, I’m not a model. Curvy defines my shape. Exercise, diet, herbal remedies, nothing gets me below a size fourteen. And I don’t stay near there for long. The boys who proposition me tend to be looking for their mothers.
Sweet. Nice. Boring.
“Really? We moved here six months ago, and you’ve been on what, two dates? Between our paper and your cat boxes, you don’t have any social life.”
I tugged on my ear and rolled my eyes at Leslie. She alternated between thinking I was a saint for the work I do at the animal shelter and being pissed off about it because she has some critical project she needs me to pull an all-nighter on and I’ve got cat patrol for the shelter. Just the other night she called me again and again while I lurked behind the 7-Eleven trying to coax a stray mama cat and her kittens out from behind the dumpster. They clamber in there and then get crushed by the garbage truck or poisoned by the store manager who hates all things furry.
That night I’d taken a boxful of purring heads to the shelter, got them cleaned and posted their pictures on the shelter’s Facebook page. We always find them homes at Sleepy Key Shelter. Then I’d answered Leslie about her emergency. She still hadn’t forgiven me for the kitten induced delay.
“I’ll find a boyfriend when I’m ready. Right now I’m too busy trying to get your dream off the ground.”
“You’ve been great, Grace. But you need to live and enjoy
Around the fire, half naked male forms chased naked, shrieking females. Large motorcycles stood parked around the blaze, their tires interlocking so anyone trying to escape the circle would have to clamber through the bikes.
Speakers boomed out pulsing music. Karl recognized Guns and Roses : “It’s So Easy.”
One young woman, breasts shaking, tried to hurdle the seat of a bike.
Two black-clad shapes grabbed her and threw her back into the ring.
Tonight the two leaders of the Sons of Thunder motorcycle club would show these Alphas the last road to Hell.
Karl made a deep, rumbling sound. To any human, the sound would be an inarticulate growl. Jack, his brother, shifted gears as he drove He heard, “When you need to stop a pack of wild curs, you call the Sons!”
Jack slapped Karl's jaw.
“Bring on the thunder!”
Karl smiled, pulling his lips pulling back from his ivory fangs.
“If they fight, we’ll eat their faces,” Karl rumbled the first line from the ancient battle cry.
“If they flee, we’ll eat their tails,” Jack responded.
The two brothers roared together. Glowing eyes looked from the bonfire, and answering howls and yips pierced the night. Men transformed into wolves, shaking their clothes into strips, and baring teeth and angry yellow eyes. Their massive muscles strained and with their jaws snapping, they charged the two huge forms that had appeared among them.
The hot blood flowed as heads rolled on the ground and one by one the yips were silenced.
Jack threw down several of the bikes, clearing a path through which naked women ran into the night. Karl watched them go as he shifted back into human form, restraining his urge to chase them and pump each one full with his seed.
His brother stood straining next to him.
Karl kicked at a syringe leaking fluid into the sand.
“Let them go. They’ll just be druggies telling a story no one will believe. Wolves fighting with swords in the night.”
Tendons appearing on his neck, Jack nodded. Karl let out his breath and relaxed his shoulders.
Then, he smelled the most enticing thing from a breeze wafting through the distant sea. Though he had shifted back to full human form, Karl’s senses remained wolf sharp.
“We have to go.”
four
Eleven hours before Grace was taken…
“You need to get out there, Grace, have some fun and maybe meet some new guys.”
“I don’t need to meet any new boys, Leslie. I’m doing fine.”
I wasn’t. I didn’t have great luck with men. First off, I’m not a model. Curvy defines my shape. Exercise, diet, herbal remedies, nothing gets me below a size fourteen. And I don’t stay near there for long. The boys who proposition me tend to be looking for their mothers.
Sweet. Nice. Boring.
“Really? We moved here six months ago, and you’ve been on what, two dates? Between our paper and your cat boxes, you don’t have any social life.”
I tugged on my ear and rolled my eyes at Leslie. She alternated between thinking I was a saint for the work I do at the animal shelter and being pissed off about it because she has some critical project she needs me to pull an all-nighter on and I’ve got cat patrol for the shelter. Just the other night she called me again and again while I lurked behind the 7-Eleven trying to coax a stray mama cat and her kittens out from behind the dumpster. They clamber in there and then get crushed by the garbage truck or poisoned by the store manager who hates all things furry.
That night I’d taken a boxful of purring heads to the shelter, got them cleaned and posted their pictures on the shelter’s Facebook page. We always find them homes at Sleepy Key Shelter. Then I’d answered Leslie about her emergency. She still hadn’t forgiven me for the kitten induced delay.
“I’ll find a boyfriend when I’m ready. Right now I’m too busy trying to get your dream off the ground.”
“You’ve been great, Grace. But you need to live and enjoy
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