A Werewolf Fantasy

to attend, but unfortunately for her, she has never had the best excuse

his ancestors made the event mandatory for all adult werewolves; wh

ves and which werewolf had finally found a mate in the slim pickings available in the cl

You’re going to be late!” Her moth

luscious lips before dropping it into her heavy handbag that contained her

breakfast. One look at her and her mother let out an involuntary gasp, while her father sh

ike someone going to a rock mus

“It’s your first day at work, so

before lowering herself on a vacant chair at t

ost already. That’s what I hired him for. Now I can enjoy a l

d,” Erin

ct, Erin,” her mother s

not a law firm. I don’t have to sho

ill

,” Andrew Brown suggested to his wife

met with stiff resistance since Erin was a teenager. What Bernice had assumed to be teenage rebellion had mo

olves in their clan have ever shown even a slight interest in her.

e, Erin chose to ignore her and instead buttered a piece of toast generously before taki

has almost given up all hopes of ever making her the ideal d

ing to make conversation. “I bet

market gods smile on me, I might get a full-time position at the gallery.

at her. “I wish you would get back to painti

painting six months ago after her 4-year relationship ended. It wasn’t because she was in love with her ex, but it was mainly because she’d gotten so used to having Mike in

g to get a degree in Art History, while he majored in Creative Writing. They’d hit it off r

Times, he’d asked her to move to the Big Apple with him but Erin had declined. It just hadn’t felt right to her to pack up her things

turn home when all she had done since she was sixteen w

ead of going to any of the universities in Alaska. It was

et going,” she said and quickly go

ther could issue another word of protest against her manners. Erin dumped her

alarm clock of hers had failed to go off at the right time. Never mind that she’d forgotten to replace

couldn’t help but take a moment to pause and admire the exquisite building that housed the art gallery. The structure was t

west and swankiest place in Fairbanks, thanks to her big brother, Eric, who had m

ent shades of azure, making the place look like an underwater haven. There were paintings of differen

Farida,” said Erin to th

smile. “Farida has been expecting yo

teful smile and began her jour

the wall and the ones set on columns around the room. I should brin

und. Instead, she is greeted by a variety of tastefully done oil pai

layed here, that all she could do was just stand there and get an eyeful. One huge painting

g on a hill at sunset, their eyes trained on a glowing white stone that appeared to float above their

’re

lf face-to-face with a man she had never seen before. He was tall and broad-shou

hat made her want to run into his arms for safety. Right

to snoop. I was looking fo

his eyes running over her as if trying to m

usion. “Do I know you? I’m

but you are mine,” he

o is this guy and why the heck was he saying w

n continued. “But you will, Edvana. Yo