The girls are off for a trip to the Black Forest. Shapeshifters, vampires and all sorts of creatures are out this night, but mostly, mostly the woods are full of Werewolves!
The three hostesses of the Author Roast and Toast find themselves in a woody, dark, forest. Somewhere along the trail they followed there is supposed to be a party happening. "Listen Mary, I don't want you to pet any of the 'doggies', I keep telling you they are not dogs!" Sharon tries to warn her, shakes her head, and the motion sets her big butt to swaying. "They're werewolves for goodness sakes. There's a big difference dummy!"
"They're canines aren't they? Who cares what they do during the day as long as they are doggies at night!" Mary peers into the gloom ahead anxiously. "Sharon, you are just a fraidy cat! That's why you don't like them. How bad could it be?"
All three of them are dressed in black, Lyn has added a long cape to her outfit, she twirls every so often as she walks along. Sharon has opted for a black boustier with her tight jeans, hoping no one will notice her BB(big butt), and Mary a long, black, low cut, empire waist, dress, that trails behind her, enhancing her ample cleavage..
"Yeah, Sharon, what's the big deal. I'm sure the werewolf society would love to have someone with hooters like Mary's as one of their kind." Lyn, barks and laughs hysterically. "This place is givin' me the creeps. Where the heck is this cabin where we're supposed to be having Sandra's roast?"
"There it is!" Sharon points to a dark wood log cabin just ahead. "Look there's Oliver. "Oh Oliver, we're herrrrrrrreeee!"
Oliver smiles his sexy grin and waves. He is also dressed in black and his tee shirt hugs ample muscles. Oliver guides them into the cabin and inside everything is ready and waiting. a fire crackles in the fireplace, and candles are all over the room.
Mounds of pop tarts line plates, each one marked as to flavor. Ding dongs, HoHos, and Twinkies, among every kind of snack cake known are on plates piled high as possible.
Oliver passes them their choice of mochas and lattes
"I wish you'd get your clodhopper off my foot Lyn. You're gonna break it! Then what will I do."
Mary hops and holds her foot when Lyn frees her.
Lyn glares at Mary. But Mary smiles and hugs her. After all she can't help it if her feet are huge. Lyn looks at her friends, "group hug?" They all three throw their arms around one another.
"Hey, here comes Sandra and her friends, Jo, and Braden." Sharon points out the open door. "Come on girls let's go wish her luck." As they rush out the door they can hear Oliver laughing behind them.
"You look lovely Sandra" All three of the hostesses chuckle as they chime in together She is dressed in fantastic jeans, boots, and a fancy top. "Welcome to your roast, let the party begin."
Oh,"Sandra whispers. "Mary has just been bitten by a werewolf. Mind you a very handsome man resides somewhere in all that muscle and fur. He has just made her into, into...Well you'll see later."
"Gosh fellow, I was just trying to pet you." Mary sticks out her lower lip. "Bad dog." The huge brown wolf shows it's fang, but runs away when Sandra snaps her fingers.
"Sharon and Lyn could I speak to you?" Sandra makes sure that Mary can't hear her. "You know what she's done right?"
"I knew it, that ding bat is now a- a- I can't say it." Sharon sighs."She always gets herself into some kinda trouble. Oliver?"
Oliver winks at Sharon, nods he knows what to do. He knew one of them would get bitten today and he is ready
"Well, we don't need to get that watchdog anymore." Lyn laughs. "We'll take care of her Sandra, don't worry. Oliver knows all kinds of magic and he will turn her back. But not right away. Let her be for a bit." Lyn looks at Sharon and they both crack up. "Mary is gonna love it, I know her." Lyn adds.
Mary walks up and raises one eyebrow. "I know what you're thinking. I know you want to say I told you so, but I love doggies, aannnddd wolves of all kind. I wonder what color I'd be if I was a werewolf? Don't look at me like that. I can't help myself. Besides." Mary howls! "It's Sandra Cox's day and her book is gonna sell like hotcakes. Look there is already a line at the book table!" Several shapeshifters stand in a long line waiting to buy 'Moon Watchers' "This party is gonna be fantastic." Owwwww OOOOUWWWWW!" Mary belts out.
"Mary you haven't changed," Lyn says, "yet..."
So the thing is. What should Mary do now? Will she turn into a wolf??
What would you do if you were bitten by a werewolf?
That's the real question today! What would, you do?
Some people think being a Were hunter is weird. For me it’s perfectly normal. What I see as odd is my attraction to the hunkalicious Braden Knight. Why? I think he’s a vampire.
As the full moon rose above the leafless black trees, an eerie howl shattered the night. I rubbed the goose bumps on my arms and felt the hair on my neck rise. Moonlight fell in shadowy patches across the living room floor of the cottage I’d inherited on my eighteenth birthday, last week to be exact.
I’ve hunted Weres since I was thirteen, but this is the first time I’ve been completely on my own.
A branched tapped against the window. I jumped then shook my head at my nerves. “Geez.” When my heart settled down, I leaned forward and peered out the window. My hand tightened on the long silver knife at my waist. Nothing moved outside. “Get a grip, Jo.”
I took a deep breath and started toward the kitchen. The tapping came again, this time louder. I whirled. It wasn’t the window, it was the door. Someone or something was on the other side.
My legs stiff, my knees locked, I took one slow step after another. My hand wrapped around the knife and tightened till my knuckles turned white. Who could be out at--I glanced at my watch-- ten at night in an isolated corner of the north. I crept through the living room into the tiny foyer.
I took a deep breath and cleared my mind, the way dad taught me. Nerves left me. The cold logic of the warrior set in. Making sure the chain was in place, I cracked the door, ready to slice anything too close to the opening.
My hand fell to my side. I gaped in astonishment. I removed the latch and stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame, stunned.
“Braden! What are you doing here?” I’d met Braden Knight briefly when I visited my distant cousin Zoe Tempest, vampire hunter extraordinaire. Perhaps you’ve heard of her. If not, I guarantee you will. She’s come to hunting the undead rather late in life--seventeen--but she’s taken to it like a pro, swift, vigilant and tough.
But I’m stalling. I’d felt an attraction for Braden Knight from the first moment I saw his bronzed pecs and thick chestnut hair.
“Zoe told me your dad was in Europe and left you alone in the middle of Nowhere Minnesota. May I come in?”
Damn good question. Zoe had confided her fears to me that the handsome man standing in front of me was of the undead variety. But whether of the pranic--that lives on other people’s energy and aren’t truly undead--or the blood--that survives on warm, red heart fluid--she wasn’t sure.
Zoe’s not even sure he’s a vampire. All she knows is that he has extraordinary powers for a nineteen year old human.
Suddenly, the decision was made for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a huge black wolf rush forward, its lips drawn back in a snarl, its fangs gleaming, its eyes blood red.
Without thought, I jerked Braden inside and slammed the door.
Multi-published author Sandra Cox lives with her husband, five cats, a dog and an occasional foster cat in sunny North Carolina. She’s a vegetarian and has two grown children.
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