ROMANCE WITH ALIEN: Gifts of Darkover (A SciFi Alien Romance Collection) (Fantasy Anthologies & Collections) by Kathleen Edwards Page B
Authors: Kathleen Edwards
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to the wolf that lay there in his human form.
“Ah! No!” he said and started breathing heavily as Tara was cleansing his body with the spirit.
“I don’t want to cause any trouble, but this is necessary,” she said and tried to calm him down. She quickly went to her garden and came back with some hand-picked herbs.
“I know what you need. Trust me!”
She prepared something on the stove with those herbs and gave it to him.
“Drink this, please. This will make you unconscious and you won’t feel any pain. I can simply take the bullets out and heal you without letting you feel the pain,” she said looking at his dark eyes. For a moment, their eyes met, and as he looked at his own reflection in Tara’s ocean blue eyes, he knew that he was safe. He opened his mouth and drank the liquid that put him in an unconscious state. He closed his eyes and let Tara do her magic. He was finally relaxed, knowing that he’d be alright when he would open his eyes.
As Ralph closed his eyes, the flashbacks of the last night started to appear. He knew that he was dying as he knew how before dying one gets the flashback of his life. He could remember it all – the moment he laid his eyes on his parents to how he discovered he was a werewolf, he could remember the first time he met his pack or the time he made love to one of the fellow female werewolves on the pack. But most importantly, he could remember how a group of hunters attacked their pack and isolated a few wolves. He would see how he ran towards the city, hoping to escape the hunters. But they were so many and he was the only wolf. They attacked him with their specialized weapons and shot him with silver bullets that slowed him down.
As he finally entered the city, he realized that he had escaped the hunters, but was devoid of energy. He could die any moment and then stopped. He lay unconscious in front of a house, with a will to carry on his life. He could hear Tara in the background casting several spells at the same time, trying her best to cure him. She knew that he was a paranormal, and the loss of his life would be an unforgettable loss. Suddenly, there was a moment of silence – he couldn’t hear or feel anymore. The liquid started to enter his system, making him unconscious. It was darkness everywhere. He was sure that it was his hand. He couldn’t abandon the darkness anymore, so darkness he became.
“Are you alright?” he heard an angelic voice as he tried to open his eyes. It was sunny outside and he could see a halo forming behind the most beautiful face he had ever seen. He looked at the stunning face and knew that he was in heaven. He could look at those ocean blue eyes for the rest of his life, play with her long blonde curls, kiss those red lustrous lips, and make love to her charming face that had an aura of its own.
“I am… you… who are you?” he tried to ask her.
“Don’t worry, you are safe. I found you last night outside my porch. I thought that you have died for a moment, but then I tried to cure you. I think I succeeded.”
He couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. He was in an entirely different world. “Am I dead?” he asked her.
“Ah! No, of course not!” she giggled.
“Why does it feel like I am dead and in heaven? You are so beautiful like an angel!” he was still half unconscious and Tara smiled, knowing his state of mind.
“Uhm. Well, thank you! Can you tell me your name?” she asked her in order to get some details. She wanted to let his pack members know about his safety so that they could fetch him home.
“Can you tell me about your pack? I have tried healing you, but I am not an expert werewolf witch. I know your pack must be having dedicated witches and warlocks to cure you. If you can tell me anything about your pack, then I can try to contact them,” she wanted to help him, but he was not giving many signs of improvement.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. There was a constant
“Ah! No!” he said and started breathing heavily as Tara was cleansing his body with the spirit.
“I don’t want to cause any trouble, but this is necessary,” she said and tried to calm him down. She quickly went to her garden and came back with some hand-picked herbs.
“I know what you need. Trust me!”
She prepared something on the stove with those herbs and gave it to him.
“Drink this, please. This will make you unconscious and you won’t feel any pain. I can simply take the bullets out and heal you without letting you feel the pain,” she said looking at his dark eyes. For a moment, their eyes met, and as he looked at his own reflection in Tara’s ocean blue eyes, he knew that he was safe. He opened his mouth and drank the liquid that put him in an unconscious state. He closed his eyes and let Tara do her magic. He was finally relaxed, knowing that he’d be alright when he would open his eyes.
As Ralph closed his eyes, the flashbacks of the last night started to appear. He knew that he was dying as he knew how before dying one gets the flashback of his life. He could remember it all – the moment he laid his eyes on his parents to how he discovered he was a werewolf, he could remember the first time he met his pack or the time he made love to one of the fellow female werewolves on the pack. But most importantly, he could remember how a group of hunters attacked their pack and isolated a few wolves. He would see how he ran towards the city, hoping to escape the hunters. But they were so many and he was the only wolf. They attacked him with their specialized weapons and shot him with silver bullets that slowed him down.
As he finally entered the city, he realized that he had escaped the hunters, but was devoid of energy. He could die any moment and then stopped. He lay unconscious in front of a house, with a will to carry on his life. He could hear Tara in the background casting several spells at the same time, trying her best to cure him. She knew that he was a paranormal, and the loss of his life would be an unforgettable loss. Suddenly, there was a moment of silence – he couldn’t hear or feel anymore. The liquid started to enter his system, making him unconscious. It was darkness everywhere. He was sure that it was his hand. He couldn’t abandon the darkness anymore, so darkness he became.
“Are you alright?” he heard an angelic voice as he tried to open his eyes. It was sunny outside and he could see a halo forming behind the most beautiful face he had ever seen. He looked at the stunning face and knew that he was in heaven. He could look at those ocean blue eyes for the rest of his life, play with her long blonde curls, kiss those red lustrous lips, and make love to her charming face that had an aura of its own.
“I am… you… who are you?” he tried to ask her.
“Don’t worry, you are safe. I found you last night outside my porch. I thought that you have died for a moment, but then I tried to cure you. I think I succeeded.”
He couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. He was in an entirely different world. “Am I dead?” he asked her.
“Ah! No, of course not!” she giggled.
“Why does it feel like I am dead and in heaven? You are so beautiful like an angel!” he was still half unconscious and Tara smiled, knowing his state of mind.
“Uhm. Well, thank you! Can you tell me your name?” she asked her in order to get some details. She wanted to let his pack members know about his safety so that they could fetch him home.
“Can you tell me about your pack? I have tried healing you, but I am not an expert werewolf witch. I know your pack must be having dedicated witches and warlocks to cure you. If you can tell me anything about your pack, then I can try to contact them,” she wanted to help him, but he was not giving many signs of improvement.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. There was a constant
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