Thrust into an unknown world that had only lived in myth, Tracy Evans finds herself mated to a werewolf, Protector of innocents, and on the hit list of an ancient witch.
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"I am not property." Tracy said calmly hiding the break in her heart...
The soothing rhythm, was the first thing Tracy became aware of. She wasn't familiar with the sound. Looking for the source, she saw an old grandfather clock in the corner of the room. The walls were a pastel pink with white crown molding and trim around the doors and ceiling.
She was in a strange place and disoriented. The sky outside the window was dark. She became anxious realizing that her mother would be worried and so would-
Grandpa! She thought.
The last thing she remembered was her grandpa holding a gun. Which was strange because her grandfather always seemed to have an aversion to them despite owning two for protection. She remembered several disagreements between her dad and grandpa about her dad's job as a police officer.
Her grandfather had been drafted during the Vietnam war. He signed up as a medic. She asked him if he had ever had to shoot anyone in the army. She remembered him saying that the few times he had to pick up a gun he prayed that the damage he would do would be minimal. Just enough to stop them but not enough to kill.
"People get caught up in the idea of an enemy," he would say, "The so called 'enemy' are people too. They have wives, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, children, and friends. Never get so caught up in the idea of an enemy that you forget humanity."
What was he doing there? What happened? Where am I? She wondered, trying to quell the rising panic. Sitting up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Using the heel of her hand to rub away the ache behind her eyes, she tried to stand. Her legs gave out like she had just ran 1000 miles.
Feeling the room spin, she lay down, and covered her eyes with her arm. She tried to focus while waiting for the vertigo to go away. Nausea threatened to make her puke so she concentrated on taking a few deep breaths. After a minute, the feeling subsided. Relieved but unwilling to try to stand again for the moment, she rested. Various pulls and strains made her body ache. Her muscles feel sore all at once and there was a burning sensation around her right shoulder. Other than that there were no cuts or scrapes.
Tracy almost fell asleep but the need to pee was refusing to allow her to fully go under. Cautiously sitting up again, Tracy looked around for a bathroom. There was a door directly across from the bed, she guessed it would lead into a hall but there were two other doors on opposite sides of the room on the wall to the left.
Standing up slowly, she walked to the bigger door and was relieved to see a grey slate tiled floor. Feeling around for a light switch, she located it next to the door. After using the facilities and washing her hands, Tracy looked in the mirror, someone had changed her clothes. Instead of the simple t-shirt, jeans, and bomber jacket she now wore a very girly girl baby blue dress. Tracy was used to dressing modestly but the front of this dress showed quite a bit of cleavage.
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Definitely for a less curvy person, Tracy thought, briefly wishing that she was slim thinking of the tall slender girls, with less hips, that looked good in outfits like this, No point on wishing for that, she thought going to the door.
Opening the door carefully and quietly, Tracy looked around. She recognized the hallway. The blueberry door was right across the hall. Everything was quiet, but she hear mummers in the distance.
A faint smell tickled her nose, bringing back the memory of the gorgeous man she had seen earlier. Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment as she remembered interrupting his earlier "activities." Briefly looking down the hall towards the room he had been in. She was afraid of what she might see. Luckily no one was there.
Leaving the room quickly, she went toward the mummering voices. Hopefully she would run into Jack, Landon, or Reilly and they could help her find her clothes, phone, and keys. If not then she would simply ask for them from the first person she sees.
Going downstairs she moves to the right side toward the back of the house. A long hallway with a high vaulted ceiling seem to go on forever.
Wow, she thought, this place is huge.
The voices were constantly growing louder, until the hallway leads to a huge open room. The room was so big that two sets of six columns braced the ceiling. A large number of people were gathered here facing toward a high platform on the far side of the room. A long narrow table sat on the platform, with a bunch of people sitting on the back side of it. A podium was built in the middle and Jack's father stood behind it.
"....all the rogues have been taken care of and the fences have been mended. A new security plan has been laid out and watches will patrol the swamps more carefully." Jack's father, John Mason, announced, "If there are no other questions then this meeting is dismissed."
People started to leave through various exits. No one said anything to her, some smiled, others looked curious, and from a small group of women, who looked to be in their 20s and 30s, she received angry glares which was bizarre. Deciding to ignore everyone she looked around for Jack's father who could hopefully tell her where the boys or her Grandfather was.
Keeping her gaze locked, she approached, "Mr. Mason?" she called softly.
Turning at the sound of her voice, John Mason smiled widely, "Please call me John." he said.
"John." Tracy said returning a smile, "Have you seen Jack or Reilly or Landon?"
"Why are you looking for them?" a deep, dark, and "sexy" voice demanded in a tone that sounded possessive.
Tracy's eyes widened in shock as she took in the tall stunning man dressed in an expensive looking suit.
"Nice to see you finally wearing clothes." She unconsciously blurted out before realizing what she said. Heat rose as Tracy turned back to Alpha John hoping her face was straight.
John couldn't stop his lips from twitching as he said, "The boys are in the kitchen, I think."
"Thank you." Tracy said quickly as she speed walked away not thinking to ask where the kitchen was in her haste to get away.
After Tracy disappeared, John chuckled at his son's expense. "I can see why Jack likes her."
Jonathan's expression turned dark, "What do you mean 'likes her?'"
John noticed the jealous edge to Jonathan's voice, "They're friends. They go to the same high school."
"High school?!" Jonathan exclaimed incredulously. It had to be a sick joke, "All this damn time waiting for my mate and it turns out she's a kid." The twitch in his pants told him otherwise. That damn blue dress, he recognized as his sister's, was hugging every single curve and hollow. The swell of her breast tempted him to free them and hold them in his palm while his other hand would-
"She's 17 soon to be 18. We had better let the Hunter know his granddaughter is awake." Alpha John said cutting through his less than innocent thoughts, "That Hunter has some explaining to do."
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Out of curiosity, does anyone else know why kids can find a hidden bag of candy but can't find the other shoe? Did they eat the shoe with the candy? Is it buried under the wrappers? Why? I have a place for the shoes and I'm always picking them up and putting them there. Yet school is tomorrow morning and I can't find my son's other shoe. Grrr...
