Authors: Devyn Dawson
Tags: #Romance, #Adult, #Young Adult
A Werewolf Love Story
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Explicit language and sexual
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“Shut up! Stop talking
to me!” He yells in my face. His teeth are neon yellow, and his breath reeks
of coffee and cigarettes. “Are you the one that did it? Did you send those
bastards after me?” He pushes the metal folding chair I’m tied to until it rocks
to the side. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
“I thought you wanted
me to stop talking,” I reply. He glares at me with his demon-like eyes. I
turn my head towards him…
don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…stay strong.
don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know you,” I proclaim for the
hundredth time since this morning when he kidnapped me.
“Stop playing dumb…you
bitch!” Spittle sprays on my face as he shouts at me. “I’m sick of girls like
you thinking you’re better than me. Was that your boyfriend?”
I take a deep breath to
keep my words steady. “Listen, I don’t have a boyfriend. Whatever the problem
is, I can help you. Do you need money? I have money, take me to the bank and
you can have however much you need.”
Without warning, he
backhands me across the face. “Money? I don’t want your money…slut!”
My face stings but he
won’t see me play victim. “Please tell me what’s going on. My family needs
me, please don’t kill me,” I plead. My sensei would tell say to bargain with
our assailant if we’re ever attacked. Keep them engaged until we can get in a
position to disarm the person. This guy doesn’t have a weapon, but he’s strong
as hell. He’s Hispanic, but talks like he’s lived in the United States for a
long time. His accent isn’t strong, it’s watered down.
Take inventory of
every feature on his face.
Two moles near his
Flat nose, wide
His top lip curls
down when he talks, as if he’s disgusted from every word from his mouth.
Chickenpox scar on
his left eyebrow.
The most noticeable
flaw, the burn marks on his right hand. He’s been burned severely in his
My mom and Storm are
spending the day together so I left her my car. I rode my bike to work, happy
to get out in the April sunshine. I pulled up to work and started to get off my
bike when I was assaulted from behind. I’m praying someone will notice my bike
at work and how I’m not. How long before they call the police is debatable.
“Your family? You’re
going to beg for mercy for your family? Right, I’ll care if you have a
He enunciates every word with venom. “I can’t have a family because of you.
He might not be your boyfriend now, but he was at one time. He still follows
you, did you know that? He watches you, and I watch him watching you. I
wouldn’t have figured it out, but one night I saw him parked on your street.
What a surprise he’s going to have when he finds you when I’m finished.” He
takes a folded up piece of notebook paper and stuffs it in my front pocket of
my pants. “There’s a reason he never turned you into a monster. What was the
reason Sapphire? What. Was. The. Reason. Bitch!” He does know my name. I’m
not random, that changes the rules of the game. He’s out for vengeance for
some reason, and he thinks I know why.
“I have no idea what
you’re talking about! Tell me what’s wrong.”
Like a crazed lunatic,
he drops to his knees in front of me, and he starts unbuttoning my button down
blouse. Flashes of the library incident resurface. Recognition hits me like a
cement block. My heart races as I prepare myself mentally to fight off a
rape. Before I can register what he is doing, he bites my side.
Three years ago
“Ruby, you’re getting on my nerves. I told you
already, I’ve been volunteering at the hospital all day,” I complain. A few
weeks ago, I was sentenced to community service at Mercy hospital after my
sister Ruby got into a minor disagreement in the movie theater parking lot. I intervened;
and my fist was caught making contact with a mouthy girl’s cheek. The security
officer called the police.
“You were there for four hours, how does that make
it an all day event?” Ruby asks. She comes into my room to admire herself in
the full length mirror. One thing Ruby doesn’t lack…confidence. “How are my
girls?” She says and turns sideways to see her profile.
look fine. There is more to you
than your boobs. I had to go into the shop before I did my CS, so don’t tell
me if I’m tired or not.”
Ruby busts out laughing. “Okay Phire, I don’t need
a lecture about how I’m so much more than my rockin’ body. I picked this shirt
up at a yard sale last weekend. I love when I find a name brand bargain.” The
red lipstick she carefully applied accentuated the fullness of her lips. “Come
on, Erwin will be there with his boys.”
“I know Erwin, and his
are nothing but
“Says the girl who just got finished with her
” Ruby quipped.
She did not just go there. “Oh, says the girl who
started the fight.” The whole fight was over a girl flirting with Erwin. The
girl threw a punch at Ruby and I turned and knocked her out.
Ruby crosses the room and kneels next to the bed, “I
might be a pain in your ass, but we’re going to go strut our stuff. Get up,
throw on your jeans and boots, it’s time to get rowdy.” She holds her hands up
in prayer and pouting.
“If I go, you’re going with me to the casino after
the game. You promised me that we’d do karaoke when I finished my community
service. Keep in mind; as soon as Erwin’s boys start acting like horn-dogs,
I’m out. Got it sis?”
Ruby leans over and kisses me on the nose. “You’re
the best, I owe you one.”
“Yeah, yeah, about fifty…who’s counting? I hope it
doesn’t rain tonight. I can’t wait until tornado season is over.”
Ruby graduated high school last summer but she
couldn’t give up soccer games. She played soccer until her junior year when
she had an ACL injury. Her coach and doctor agreed her soccer days were over.
At nineteen she not only looks older than she is, but she knows she’s an expert
at prowling. She never had a shortage of boyfriends but she couldn’t stay
committed when Erwin came around. He’d been a senior her freshman year. I was
a senior too, but I took classes online so I could work during the day to help
with bills. He was the quarterback, and she was smitten, they were picture
perfect to the average eye. It wasn’t long before his personality proved he
was after one thing and would stop at nothing. They dated off and on for the
last couple of years. With every break-up, I loathed him more and more.
I tucked in my black button down blouse, making sure
the top two buttons are left open. I turn around and check my butt, making
sure the pockets make it look fuller. Black Ariat cowboy boots, and a
rhinestone belt, yeah I’d turn heads, with any luck…the adult male ones.
“Ooo girl, wow, for someone that hates outdoor
soccer games, you look smoking hot.” Ruby says as she shimmied into her denim
We’d no sooner walked through the gates for the game,
when we were bombarded by a group of screaming girls. Ruby has never had a shortage
of so-called friends. I never trusted them; they only seemed interested in our
half-brother Stone. His father is from Spain, mixed with our full-blooded
Native American mother Pearl. His exotic look and big smile turns heads
wherever he goes. He works as a ranch hand, which made him big and bulky, the
kind that teen girls and cougars find sexy. Ruby would bring someone home and
they’d no sooner walked in the door, and would ask where Stone slept.
Knowing Ruby would be gossiping for another ten minutes,
girl can talk! I decide to bite-the-bullet and stand in the concessions line.
I stand there staring at my cell phone, pretending to be engaged in an
important text conversation. I glance up; my gaze lingers into amber-colored
eyes. He’d been looking down at his phone a second ago, now, his eyes boring
into me. My heart flutters as we lock eyes.
Don’t stare Sapphire, that’s rude.
My mom’s words running through my head. I drop my gaze, but not before he
gives me a crooked grin.
He is not walking over here. Oh yes he is.
take mental inventory of my surroundings. Habits die hard with me, especially since
I was attacked during my sophomore year. I left the library one night after
dark, but my car was parked right in front of the building so I didn’t pay much
attention to the parking area . I didn’t hear him sneak up behind me until it
was too late. It wasn’t until the librarian closed up and she saw me face down
in the parking lot. My shirt had been ripped and I had my throat slit open. The
weeks that followed consisted of me in the hospital and police guarding me day
and night. They were concerned the person would come back to finish the job
since he thought I could identify him. Truth is, I don’t remember anything
about the attack.
“Hey there, did I catch you at a bad time?” The
deep voice startled me out of thoughts. He put his hands up, “I didn’t mean to