Ferocious Desire: Werebear Romance (Stand-alone Fiction Book 1) by Reese Sanchez Page A
Authors: Reese Sanchez
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come back when he was tired.
As Evan wondered back outside, it was as if the forest had awoken. As if on cue, animals started coming out of every hole imaginable, all to get their time with their friend. These animals did n’ t have names, at least not that Evan had given them, but each one had grown special to him.
There were the two squirrels who always seemed to be first in line. Evan always had some nuts to give them. Then would come the rabbit family, which seemed to be getting bigger by the day. Then there were raccoons and possums, a deer and even an old owl, all of which came out to greet him. If he did n’ t know any better he would say the animals knew what he became at night and came every morning to make sure he was alright.
Every morning, a new animal would appear. They never once fought another animal, nor did they try to bite at Evan. As he went about his daily routine, they would follow him around camp. Some were even able to help him out on occasion. For instance, yesterday, he was struggling to hold a piece of the fence up so that he could fix it. Out of nowhere, his deer friend nuzzled his nose against the board and held it in place so Evan could fix it. He knew some would think he was crazy, but if that was all they knew about him, he was fine with that.
It came time for him to go into the village to get some supplies and food. The animals never came with him there. It was n’ t a far walk, maybe 20 furlongs, but he enjoyed the time it gave him in the woods. He loved being in the woods during the day time. He could smell the tree sap, hear the birds chirping, all of the sounds one comes to listen for when walking through the woods. At night, it was different. The only smell that came into his nostrils was that of prey. The only sounds he heard were screams of agony.
He held on to the hope that one day, he might change. That one day, the gods would no longer frown upon him and give him his humanity back. Until that day, he had to endure.
Chapter 2
The village was busier than normal as he strode through the village gates. The guards knew him by name now and would let him in without any questions asked. They exchanged greetings as he walked through, carrying his empty sacks.
He wondered why it was so busy. Off in the distance, he heard music playing and decided he would check it out before going to the market. As he walked closer to the music, the crowd got bigger. People were dressed in fancy outfits with their faces painted. A few people he thought he had recognized but the paint hid who they really were.
A few would call out to him by name. Recognizing the voice, he would call back out. He was n’ t sure what was going on and the music made it hard to hear what anyone was saying. Finally, he got to the source of it. Around a blazing fire danced a group of women that hardly had any clothes on. There was just enough cloth to cover their breast and private areas. But as that danced, the cloth would move with them, giving the on lookers small glimpses of their breast.
Each woman had a different instrument she was playing as she danced around the fire. One had a pair of tambourines. Another had a drum she would bang on periodically. The others had instruments he had never seen before, but the sound they were making together was beautiful to his ears; almost as beautiful as the women that were holding them. He was mesmerized as he stood there watching; careful not to let his animal side creep up.
He was suddenly shaken out of his trance by a familiar voice that belonged to the merchant director.
“ Hey there, Evan. How are you this fine Hallows Eve day ?
As Evan wondered back outside, it was as if the forest had awoken. As if on cue, animals started coming out of every hole imaginable, all to get their time with their friend. These animals did n’ t have names, at least not that Evan had given them, but each one had grown special to him.
There were the two squirrels who always seemed to be first in line. Evan always had some nuts to give them. Then would come the rabbit family, which seemed to be getting bigger by the day. Then there were raccoons and possums, a deer and even an old owl, all of which came out to greet him. If he did n’ t know any better he would say the animals knew what he became at night and came every morning to make sure he was alright.
Every morning, a new animal would appear. They never once fought another animal, nor did they try to bite at Evan. As he went about his daily routine, they would follow him around camp. Some were even able to help him out on occasion. For instance, yesterday, he was struggling to hold a piece of the fence up so that he could fix it. Out of nowhere, his deer friend nuzzled his nose against the board and held it in place so Evan could fix it. He knew some would think he was crazy, but if that was all they knew about him, he was fine with that.
It came time for him to go into the village to get some supplies and food. The animals never came with him there. It was n’ t a far walk, maybe 20 furlongs, but he enjoyed the time it gave him in the woods. He loved being in the woods during the day time. He could smell the tree sap, hear the birds chirping, all of the sounds one comes to listen for when walking through the woods. At night, it was different. The only smell that came into his nostrils was that of prey. The only sounds he heard were screams of agony.
He held on to the hope that one day, he might change. That one day, the gods would no longer frown upon him and give him his humanity back. Until that day, he had to endure.
Chapter 2
The village was busier than normal as he strode through the village gates. The guards knew him by name now and would let him in without any questions asked. They exchanged greetings as he walked through, carrying his empty sacks.
He wondered why it was so busy. Off in the distance, he heard music playing and decided he would check it out before going to the market. As he walked closer to the music, the crowd got bigger. People were dressed in fancy outfits with their faces painted. A few people he thought he had recognized but the paint hid who they really were.
A few would call out to him by name. Recognizing the voice, he would call back out. He was n’ t sure what was going on and the music made it hard to hear what anyone was saying. Finally, he got to the source of it. Around a blazing fire danced a group of women that hardly had any clothes on. There was just enough cloth to cover their breast and private areas. But as that danced, the cloth would move with them, giving the on lookers small glimpses of their breast.
Each woman had a different instrument she was playing as she danced around the fire. One had a pair of tambourines. Another had a drum she would bang on periodically. The others had instruments he had never seen before, but the sound they were making together was beautiful to his ears; almost as beautiful as the women that were holding them. He was mesmerized as he stood there watching; careful not to let his animal side creep up.
He was suddenly shaken out of his trance by a familiar voice that belonged to the merchant director.
“ Hey there, Evan. How are you this fine Hallows Eve day ?
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