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Wanted to let you guy's know that I want be writing new chapters this week. I've been super busy doing some revisions and working on them throughout migraines. Not been easy to do so, so I'm going to take a day or two off and rest. The story will pick back up next week. Sorry for the delay.
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Julia
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Chapter 11
“Bond.” Jackson slowly slid one of his hands
behind his back and opened the door, climbing out, leaving me alone with an
upset Master Preston. One I’d put into such state by making a suggest that I
thought was best until I got to know him better. I mean, Master John told me to
get to know him better and let him take care of me. I could not fully give
myself to him until then. Definitely not turn myself into some kind of werewolf
being without knowing what one was. From what I was seeing, I did not want to
be one. Master Preston was aggressive at such a simple suggestion. Aggression
did not make for great Masters. Why had Master John told me such a man could
take care of me? Did he know the man had a temper?
Master Preston backed away, shaking his head
as he braced his hands on his knees, breathing in deeply. “Sorry about that.” He
looked into my eyes. “As you can tell, my wolf will not go for such. I have a
huge house. You will have all the space you need to adjust to our town and our
people. I promise to give you time and not push you into making any decision until
you are ready to do so.”
Wasn’t’ so sure about that. He was not
trusting me to stay with others, yet he done claimed me as his Boy. No one took
on a Boy they did not trust.
“You do not trust me.”
“It is not about trust, Boy.”
“Then what is it about?”
“Our culture dictates that once we find our
Mate that we claim them. If human, we make turn them and bring them into the
fold. For me, as Alpha, that means I turn you in front of the pack, sealing our
bond together for all our wolves to see before we go to officially mate.”
Yep. Caught none of that.
“Did Master John not explain what he was to
you?”
“You knew about his Afterlife Scape ability?”
“Not his skill, but I knew he held magical abilities.
I assumed you did. But you seem to be in total shock about my kind.”
“I am. I did not know about Master John
until he showed up in my dreams while I was in the van.”
“What did he have to say?”
“Between us.” Was not about to tell him he gave
me to him. Nope. Not until I was sure I was ready for him to be my Master.
“Fine.” He waved me to the door off to the
side. “Come in and let me show you around.”
“I still would rather live somewhere on my
own.”
“It is safer, for the entire pack and you,
if you stay where Alpha and Alpha Wolf can watch over you.” Jackson snatched a
bag from the back of the van, slamming the door. “See you later, Alpha.”
Master Preston waved by and then guided me
to the side door, opening it, pushing me forward with his hand on the small of
my back. I took in a deep breath, cursing my defeat at gaining my own place as
I walked into a huge, shiny white kitchen. He led me through each room the same
way, with his hand on the small of my back. Each room held about the same air
to it. Or the ones he showed me. There were two he did not give me a glimpse
of. All he said about them was later, when our relationship progressed. Each
room held the theme of cleanness and whiteness that turned my stomach. There was
no color or personality to it. Boring. Dull. Did not fit him. Not one bit.
“Did you just move in?”
“Been here, ten years.”
Lord. What had he been doing with his life?
“How long have you spent living here and not
undercover?”
“About the first five years.”
Still long enough to put some life into the
place.
“I can see you mind working. You do not like
it. Do you, Boy?”
“No.”
“No, Sir. Respect me, Boy.”
“You are not my Master.”
“I will be. So treat me like it.”
In due time.
“I have left it blank for my mate to give it
the final touch. And that is you, Boy.”
Hm. Nice idea. “What if you had not found
me?”
“Then it would have sat here like this.”
“Boring and dull?”
“If that is how you see it.”
“You do not?” I spread my hands open wide. “There is no color.
No signs of life. No photos. Nothing personal. Nothing that shows you.”
“I am what my Mate needs me to be.”
“And if you had not found me, then you are
nothing?”
“Alpha would have been it.”
Oh boy. Did not get this. Him. What was I
supposed to do with that comment? My Master is what made me who I was. If he based
his life off of me, then who was I supposed to base my life off of? Master John
had failed me in placing me in Master Preston’s care. How did I get him to
Afterlife Scape me again so I could tell him to give me to someone else?
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Chapter 10
The road had turned bumpy some two miles
back, forcing me to hold onto the bottom of the bench. Or so my mind told me.
In reality, Master Preston, was the only way I could look at Special Agent
Preston Clarkson now, had braced his arm across my chest to ensure I did not
bounce around.
“Promise we are almost to my house, Boy.”
His house? He expected me to stay with him?
“It is unlikely that Julian knows anything
about my true identity, but just in case, I want to keep you close by.”
“Like that’s the real reason.” Jackson
muttered as he turned left and the road smoothed out. “Thank the heavens.”
My sentiments exactly. Yet . . . Did not grasp
how there were paved, or whatever type of material made such even roads, in the
middle of a forest like setting. Roughness understandable. Trees. Branches.
Shrubs. Holes. Divots. Mounds of dirt. All of those are common among that area,
but . . .
“Holy shit.”
“What it, Boy.”
“Where . . . How . . . There’s an entire . .
.” One, two, three, four, five, six houses and asphalted roads that parted off
into different directions. It was like a community setting. All that I did not
see where stores and restaurants.
“We came into the back section of the homestead
section.” Master Preston pointed off to his left. “Take that road there and you
go to the main homestead. There’s about twenty homes there. This is our
smallest homestead. There are three other homestead sections. Each have about
fifteen homes.”
Twenty, fifteen, fifteen, and six that was
fifty-six “Single or families?”
“Mixture.” Master Preston tossed his head
towards Jackson. “He’s a single man who lives among the main homestead. One of about
three single residents there. Most there are families. Homes are bigger.”
“Where do you live?”
“Right here.” Jackson pulled into a double
paved parking lot and hit a garage button above his sun visor.
A white metal door lifted, fading away,
revealing a black SUV with tinted windows and a Harley Davidson. Master Preston
had some nice taste.
“I do not want to stay here. There is now ay
in hell, Julian would think to look for me here. Not only am I all the way
across the country, but we are literally in the middle of nowhere.”
“Not a choice, Boy.”
“From the sound of it, you have other
places. If not, then let me stay with one of the other single men or women.
That should not be a problem.”
Master Preston snarled as he pressed in on
me. He was saying something, but fuck if I could understand him through his
wolf shaped teeth and half wolf nozzle.
“Uh . . .” Jackson wore a huge smile, but
had his hands lifted. “You belong to him. There is no way in hell, you will be
allowed to be around another single werewolf until you and him have sealed your
bond.”
“Sealed our what?”
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Chapter 9
Did Special Agent Preston Clarkson think
just because he believed we were destined to be together and that John was dead
that I was going to fall into his bed? Fuck that. I mean I loved his Dominant vibe.
Loved how he called me Boy. Responded to it. Longed to keep hearing it. But he
was a freaking werewolf. Nuh-uh. No way. No relationship with animals. Although
. . . Was he an animal? Animals could not talk. He was talking to me. Ugh . . .
So confused.
“Boy, it’s been a rough few hours for you.
Lay down on the bench. I’ll sit below and keep you from falling off. You rest
until we arrive.”
The offer appealed to me. Needed time to
process what all had happened and had not had it. Sleep would help. I stretched
out and used my arm as a pillow. Soon as I closed my eyes, my body subcumbed to
sleep.
“Special Agent Clarkson is the one I give
you over to.” John smiled at me as he hovered over me. “He will take care of
you. Guard you. Protect you. Care for you. Guide you” His hand came up and
cupped my face. “He will ensure your life was all that I have failed to do over
the last couple of years. Let him take care of you. Promise me, Boy.”
“Master,” I sat upright, expecting to
fall off the bench, but I did not. “How are you here? I saw you die?”
“Afterlife Scape, a talent of my families.
We were not werewolves, but held magical abilities. I did not receive many. Mine
rested more in the afterlife abilities, like this one. I can project myself to
people from the afterlife for a short time.”
“Why did you never tell me, Master?”
“Never thought I’d have to use it with
us.” His smile was just as I remembered it. Not the last few years, but from
before Mr. Julian. The one I longed to put on him. “I know you are fearful of
what you have learned. And you should be. It is hard to accept. To comprehend,
but it is all real. I promise, Boy, I would not lie to you in life, or death.
You know this to be true.”
I did. I’d trust him over anyone else,
even in my dreams.
“Then I am safe with Special Agent Preston
Clarkson.”
“More than. He will become your Master.
He is the one I am passing my Boy onto. Accept him and the life he can give
you.”
“he wants me to become a wolf.” How did one
do that to start with? Did I have to be torn to pieces like in the movies?
“Take time and discuss the process with
your Master like you would have me. Then make the decision that you know is
best for you. I have faith in you to make the one that your Master says is best
for you. You always have. Always will. I love you, Boy. Just remember that. Remember
that your Master is giving you to your new Master, Master Preston.”
“Wow, there, Boy. It’s alright.” Special - -
No, Master Preston caught me before I toppled off the bench. “You okay, Boy?”
Was I?
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Chapter 8
The walk back to the van, which they’d
hidden just inside the tree line, was way shorter than I thought. “Thought I
went further than that?”
“Human feet are slow.” Jackson snorted.
“Hush it.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson thumped
Jackson on the back of his head. “Behave or I’ll make you stick your head out
the window.”
“You would not.”
“Try me.”
My feet halted and I doubled over, holding
my stomach with both hands. It’d been years since I’d seen someone other than
me and John good around. It warmed me from the inside out and gave me the humor
I needed to proceed with what was taking place around me.
“Glad I amuse you.” Jackson slammed and then
there was a slamming door.
“Ignored him, Boy.” Hands ran through the my
hair down to my neck, gripping it tight, squeezing. “Ready to get back in the
van so we can get back to my territory?”
Territory? Right. Werewolf leader. Werewolf.
Shit. What was I doing thinking about werewolves? I mean I saw it. Felt it on
my back. Damn it all to hell. I needed my Master. John would never have let me
get so involved in this mess.
“Come on, Boy. In the van.”
Without thinking my feet moved and I was
inside the back again, but this time Special Agent Preston Clarkson was sitting
beside me on the bench.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you stay calm, Boy.”
Other words, ensure I don’t jump from the
van again. Hadn’t been the wisest move. Guess not. On my own behalf, I had not
know they were werewolves. Lord have mercy. That sounded so fucking strange.
“We’ve got a three hour drive going the
backroads.” Jackson fired up the van and pulled back onto the road. “Baring no
more unexpected stops.”
“Gives us time to get to know one another.”
Did not know how much more I wanted to know about
the spot I was in. Looked as if I was trading one running from a bad guy into
having to run from two and on my own. I was no good at doing this. I would be
caught by one or both within hours of leaving them. All I had done by leaving
with Special Agent Preston Clarkson was trade in and up my trouble. Wasn’t it?
“You will love my homeland. It’s full of
woodland to explore in wolf form an - -“
“I’m not wolf.”
“You will be soon as we complete the
bonding. I mean now that you are single, I assume that we will - -“
“You think . . . There is no way in hell
that I am becoming a wolf. End of story.”
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Chapter 7
“When I was assigned to go undercover to
gain my way up the ranks in Mr. Julian’s men to discover how he kept finding your
safehouse location, I noticed who you were to me. I knew then I had to get you
to safety. I went right to work on making sure that I could do so. It took me
way longer to do so than I expected and you and John took off on your own. I
had no idea what I was going to do with John when you discovered who I was to
you, but I knew we’d figure it out. Knew we could figure anything out. We were
meant to work as one. Be one. It was destined.”
Had he expected me to follow that half-witted
explanation?
“Preston, man” Jackson chuckled, “you left
over half of the shit out.” He walked up to us and patted Special Agent Preston
Clarkson’s shoulder. “let me help you out, buddy.”
“What he meant is that when he saw you, him
and his wolf side knew that you two were destined to be together for the rest
of your lives. That made it his responsibility to take care of you. Protect you.
From anyone and everything, including Mr. Julian, which he could do. More than
do, since he runs the largest pack in the Eastern US, but to do that he had to
get you into his area and Mr. Julian liked to keep you in the Midwest and when
you guys went on the run, you stayed on the Western side of the states. So . .
.”
I listened as Jackson went on to explain how
Special Agent Preston Clarkson used his FBI assignment to track me down while
he continued to move up in the ranks so he’d be there when Julian caught up
with us. Special Agent Preston Clarkson jumped in after that and went on about
how he had not though Julian would manage to kill either of us. He had not wanted
that to happen. Even thought he knew we where to be together he did not want to
take the man I was in love with away from me. He just wanted to ensure I was protected
and cared for.
Wasn’t sure how I felt about any of what he
said. Sure made no sense to me. I mean . . . Okay, I believed in love at first
sight. Me and John knew from the get-go that we were meant for one another. Lived
a long love filled life, even while on the run. Couldn’t say that was anything
more than destiny there. What got me the most was that Special Agent Preston Clarkson
turned furry and howled.
“Is that why you keep calling me boy?”
“Not really.” He replied. “Most born alphas
are dominate by nature and that spills into every aspect of their lives. Even
our sex lives. It is not uncommon for an alpha to participate and live a life
full of dominate/submissive. I can tell you are a natural born submissive.”
He was right about that. He was also right
about me being drawn to him calling me boy. For more than the natural born
aspect. His voice drove me up the wall, in a good way. Made me desire even
though I just lost John. What did that mean? Did it mean . . . I couldn’t . . .
“I can’t think about any of this know. Just
get me to safety.”
“That we can do.” Special Agent Preston
Clarkson replied as he waved his hand towards the path that took us to the van.
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Chapter 6
Wasn’t possible. Hadn’t seen it. Nope. Going
insane. Finally. Knew years of running from Mr. Julian would drive me there.
Last straw had been him killing John. There was no way in hell that a man could
go from a wolf to a human.
“Here,” Special Agent Preston Clarkson went
to take my arm, but I jerked it away from him.
“Don’t touch me.” Ever.
“Fine.” He held his hands up. “But please
sit down before you fall over. You are paler than a white sheet.”
What did he expect? He’d just been a wolf? A
wolf, damn it. Know he was a man. Man in the same clothes as before.
“I know this is a huge shock to you. More
than most can take in.” Boy was he right there. Not taking it in. “But you are
stronger than most or I would not have shown you. Yet.” Yet? What did that
mean? He was always going to show me? Why? “I can’t explain why you are so
special, not yet, but you will learn in time. First, we have to get you to
safety. And we are not far enough away from Mr. Julian for that to be the case.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I turned
and began to walk towards the road.
“You know he will catch up to you.”
He would, but what did it matter. I had nothing
left to live for. John was gone. I had no home. It’d been taken years ago. My mom
and dad was gone. John’s as well. No brothers or sisters. It was just me. No one
would miss me. Or care that I was gone. Just easier if I give up the run and
let Mr. Julian catch me and do as he wish with me. Sure better than whatever
these . . . . where they people? Who knew. Whatever they are, had planned for
me. Sure weren’t FBI Agents.
Warm hands touched my arm, making me jump a
foot away and spin around.
Special Agent Preston Clarkson, if that was
his name, stood there. “Just give me five minutes.”
“Why so you can lie to me again?”
“I have not lied to you. Not once.”
“You are no FBI Agent.”
“I am.”
No waver in his voice. Quick answer, but no
sense of falseness there. He either believed he was, or he was. Damn it, which
was it? Which do I believe? What would five minutes hurt?
“Fine. Not a minute more.”
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Chapter 5
“I’d stay still if I was you.”
Damn. Jackson. “You sicked dogs on me.” Where
did they get them from?
The dog on my back, that was licking the
back of my neck, huffed.
“Don’t think he liked that comment.” Jackson
snorted. “Can’t say I blame him. I don’t partically like it either.” He moved
around so that all I saw was his muddied sneakers. “If . . . My partner gets
off your back, will you sit up and be a good little boy?”
“Not anyone’s boy.”
“Fine. Fine. Not into that shit anyway. Will
you remain seated until Preston . . . Just sit there and be good.”
“Like I have any other choice.” I sucked at
escaping. It’s why John always made the plans and led us when we had to leave in
a rush. He knew the best way to handle everything. Me, I’d get lost in a town
we lived in for several months.
The weight lifted off my back, allowing me
to scramble onto my knees. The dog . . . shit. Not a dog. “You sicked a wolf on
me.”
The wolf snorted and moved between me and
Jackson. He looked back at Jackson who gave a curt nod to the animal and moved
further back. Next thing I knew there was a huge white mist inbetween us. I waved
my hand to dispurse it, only for it to fade away.
I gasped. Pointed. Tried to ask questions,
but nothing came out, but grunts. The wolf was gone. Special Agent Preston
Clarkson was there. Not sure how long all three of there stood there in silence
before I managed to say something. Stupid as it was.
“Where’d the wolf go?”
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Hope everyone's New Year started off on a good foot. Mine has been good so far. Since things have settled down from the holiday and NaNo, I'm going back to making two post a week. (Unless there's an unexpected reason, or sickness that comes up.) So this week, there will be one today, and one Wed. just like in the past.
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Julia
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Chapter 4
Why did he keep saying that?
“Now, tell me what caused these to mare my
Boy’s pretty face.” he wiped away the straggling tears.
“Not your boy.” Maybe if I said it enough he’d
quit saying it. “What do you think? The love of my life was shot in the head. I
went over a bridge in a car. All but drowned. Did, and was brought back to life,
only to come face to face with the man who wanted me dead. Then someone who
says he’s FBI steals me away in some teched out van with a manic driver.”
The arms around me tightened, but what I saw
bothered me more than the strange arms around me that sent warmth through me. Somewhat.
Jackson’s eyes in the rearview mirror told another story. Not sure what about
those dull brown eyes that told me something about what I said was not the
truth, but something wasn’t. Not much to not be. Other than them being FBI
agents or them taking me to safety.
Knew I’d been stupid as fuck to believe they
were FBI agents. Special Agent Preston Clarkson might have the credentials, but
. . . I wiggled until I was out of his
arms and scooted away from him.
“What’s wrong, Boy?”
“Stop calling me that.” Snapping wasn’t what
I meant to do, but it’s what I did.
“You know what respect is. I expect it, even
know.”
“Fuck you.”
“Comfort time is over.” Special Agent Preston
Clarkson got up and made his way back to the front.
Once he was back in his seat, I scooted to
the end closest to the back door. I waited until we came to a stoplight and
then watched them. Soon as I knew ours was about to turn green I threw the
doors open and jumped out. Took off running right towards the woods that sat on
the left. If I could get lost in them.
No car doors slammed. No shouts. No tires squealing.
No other sounds of them coming after me. Didn’t have time to look back and see
what was taking place. Had to keep running, putting space between us and them. No
sense of where I was, or where I was going, but getting lost in the woods seemed
smart. Not lost so much as making circles. I had a pocket knife to mark the
trees with to keep up with the path I took, so I did not get lost. Once I found
a nice place to hide out in, cave or thicket of bushes. After some time passed,
I could come back out retrace my steps back to the road and find a town. Not sure
what I would do then. I had nothing but the cash in my wallet. My bank cards were
of no use. If I used them then they’d be able to track me in seconds.
A loud howl rippled through the air, causing
me to pause.
Shit. Wolf? Dog? Either did not sound
friendly. I had no way to defend myself. Had to find - -
Something slammed into my back, knocking me
flat on my stomach.
