Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy)

Danae Ayusso

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Without you, there would be no reason to continue.

Thank you.

while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

― Lao Tzu

I sniffed the air wildly,
trying to catch his scent.
Typically it would have been elem
entary to track him, his scent wa
s ingrained in my mind like no others, but the punk cut through a field of blooming lavender.
The swaying field of purple and green was assaulting my heightened senses and flood
ed
my mind with an eerie calmness.

I hate
d
aromatherapy.

How long had we been at it today?
One, two,
twenty-four
hours already?

I was done.

I stretched out in the middle of the field, pulling my hind legs under me, and rested my maw on my front paws.
It wouldn’t take long until he came around
and attempted a surprise attack…
until the
one hundred-sixty
pound werewolf landed on top of me, so I might as well enjoy the rarely seen morning sun
while I had the chance
.
I closed my eyes and let the breeze blow through my white fur; I
would
need a shower after
that
otherwise I’d stink like lavender all day.

Nearly every morning for the past ten years
I had
played hunter and prey with my best friend, Yahto.
It was Yahto who
stumbled across
me while playing with his brother on the beach.
It
would
be thirteen years ago
that
Friday since I joined
the
Lhaq'temish
.
He and his brother, Chayton, found me among some driftwood, unconscious and tangled in seaweed.
They think I washed up on shore but no one knows for sure...especially me.
I
didn’t
remember anything, not even my name.
Everyone call
ed me Jay Dee, it wa
s short for Jane Doe, how original.

Initially they thought I was human.
I didn’t smell like a werewolf but they knew
that
there was something different about me.
When I phased into a wolf for the first time
,
even more questions arose.
The members of my pack
all
had
very dark fur when in wolf form: black, browns
,
and dark reds.
When
I was
in wolf form
,
I
had
white fur that
was
comparable to the snow.
The tribal elders think
whispered I was a
Varulv,
which
was
a
n extinct
Norwegian werewolf.
Whether or not I was Varulv or not, the
Lhaq'temish were
my family and pack.
I
had
been with them f
or nearly my entire life
, thus
it wa
s only natural that
I
considered myself one of them
. Though I suppose it didn’t matter;
I love
d
it
t
here and
never
want
ed
to be anywhere else.

But sometimes it
wa
s hard being the standout sore thumb of the family, especially when another tribe or pack visit
ed
.
Imagine their surprise when they
saw
the tall girl with white blonde hair and black eyes sitting next to the chief, my adoptive father.
In a territory of
bronze
skin,
black
hair, and bloodlines that
could
be traced back fifteen generations
and more
,
I was
an oddity.
Sadly, I was
used to it by
then
.
I had
heard every rude and derogatory comment possible;
Mom and Dad
had earned blood trophies from addressing it with
originators even.
But no matter what anyone said, did
,
or thought
,
I was happy
being the illegitimate princess of the
Lhaq'temish
.

I was pulled from the little world inside my head I had drifted to
when the air was knocked from m
e
.
A
large
,
dark
reddish-brown
wolf smashed into me, causing our bodies to tangle as we rolled
through
the field of lavender.
When we finally came to a rest, the air was filled with floating green and purple and I was on my back looking up at Yahto; his tongue hung
from
the side of his mouth in a crooked, toothy grin.
I snorted, waving my white flag of surrender, and phased back into human form and he did likewise
and
quickly kissing me on the forehead
before rolling
off of me.

Nudity.
I hate
d
it.
Unfortunately, being werewolves, that whole tearin
g of clothes when phasing thing
left
us naked when we phase
d
back.
I didn’t mind it when I was y
ounger; a penis
was
a penis,
and
I
really
didn’t
pay them much attention, and I
always
maintained eye contact with people.
However, over the past twelve months
,
I grew
boobs
.
Not just any
boobs
, but big
boobs
.
And as all the guys
had
pointed out, they were very nice boobs.

Stupid boobs.

Yahto snorted, looking over at me.
“I take it you gave up
.
”

“
Yeah
, I gave up,” I admitted, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them
in a feeble attempt to
hide as much as possible.
But
a
s usual, Yahto was completely oblivious to me being a
woman
and having a rockin’ bod, as his friends
kept reminding
him I had.
“The lavender threw me off and I didn’t feel like playing anymore.
I think it’s the week.”

“Oh yes
, Jay
, your
birthday
,” he said, sounding ridiculously like the Sensei from the Karate Kid.
“
Happy
birthday
in four days!
” he laugh
ed, and ripped
out a handful of lavender and handed
it to me.
“Flowers?” he smirked
, wagging his eyebrows at me
.

“Gee, thanks.”
I took the flowers and
sat
them down next to me, taking one to spin between my fingers.
“Do I have to go to the party Friday?” I
absently
asked, watching the spinning flower.

“Yes,” he said and snorted, looking across the field to the thick woods just beyond their borders.
“It’s your birthday, in essence.
Plus, it gives them an excuse to gather the local packs to party.
Think of it as a reason to get drunk without needing a reason.”

I rolled my eyes
at the absurdity of his statement
;
they thought I was
nearing eighteen, but
couldn’t
be
certain
.

“That makes no sense,” I feebly argued.
“I’m the local freak of the coastline.
None of them want
to celebrate my birthday.
They only swarm the
Res
in order
to point and laugh at me, drink and eat for free, and to screw around in their werewolf g
ames to prove who has the bigger
pecker.
I’d rather stay in.”

Yahto laughed, throwing his long arm over my shoulders
and pulled me into him
.
“You can’t
hide away in your room like you always try to do,
but I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered
,
and then
looked around to make sure we were alone
.