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When I had finished off all of them, I ran
into the woods, following Sasha’s tracks.

Chapter Twelve

I woke up the next morning and I was in the
middle of the bushes somewhere on the mountain. I looked down and I
was in my human form. I was drenched from head to toe, and I badly
needed to pee. I did my business and then walked out from the
bushes. I was on the main highway on the mountain and across the
street, I could see my Mustang. Inside it, Maya and Patrick were
sleeping. Maya was asleep on Patrick’s shoulder. Patrick rested
with his head leaned back in the driver’s seat.

I walked across the highway and went to the
driver’s side and tapped the window. Startled, Patrick woke up and
gently placed Maya’s head to the other side of the car and then he
opened the door and got out. The sun had just come out and I could
tell he was in immense pain from the heat and light of day.

“Transition, Patrick, you’re frying your
skin.”

“I will. Just give me a second,” he
said.

“All right.”

“Kyro, thank you.”

“Don’t worry…”

“No dammit! Let me thank you. I’m going to
go away, and I want to thank you for everything. You saved my life.
A few times.”

“Why are you leaving?”

“I need to get away from here. I need to
start over. I stayed with Maya all night and made sure she was
safe. I owed both of you that.”

“Don’t go, Patrick.”

“I have to. This is no place for a vampire
who wishes he wasn’t one. If it’s not the Brotherhood, it will be
some other Mani wanting me dead. The Mani are strong in these parts
and I need to go to a place where I can just live and not be who I
am. Or what I am.”

I looked at Patrick and I knew he was right.
He wasn’t a fighter. You can’t make someone stand up and fight for
himself. He was better off finding a new life. I reached out my
arms and hugged him. “I want to thank you, Patrick.”

“What did I have possibly done for you?”

“You helped me get my life back. You showed
me what’s important.”

“And what’s that?”

“Friendship.”

Patrick nodded and then smiled at me.
“Goodbye, Kyro.”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. That’s the great part. I
don’t know where I’m going. It could be anywhere. All I know is, it
will be far away from here.” With that, Patrick transitioned into a
beautiful black raven and flew high above the clouds until I
couldn’t see him anymore.

The sun had started drying me off, but I was
cold. I opened the driver’s side door and woke up Maya.

“Maya!”

She opened her eyes, “Tommy!” You’re all
right! We followed you until you went into the brush.” She looked
around for Patrick. “Where did Patrick go?”

“He went away, and I don’t think he’s coming
back.”

Maya nodded as if she had already been told
about Patrick’s plan before she had fallen asleep. “How do you
feel?” she asked.

I sat down next to Maya in the driver’s
seat. “I’m exhausted. I’m just glad you’re okay. What
happened?”

“You don’t know?”

“The last thing I remember was Sasha biting
me. Did I get the bad guys?”

“You sure did, babe.”

“Really?”

Maya smiled at me. “Yes, and guess what?
You’re a beautiful gray wolf, too.”

“Gray? Really? I was hoping to be
white.”

“White? I thought black would be
sexier.”

“Black is so last year,” I said, jokingly. I
stopped messing around and reached over and hugged Maya. I sat
there and just held her. It was the first time in a long time when
I knew we were both safe.

“Are you okay? Were you hurt?” I asked.

“Tommy, I have never been better,” she said,
kissing my mouth. I kissed her back and took the keys out of my
pocket and put the key into the ignition.

“Guess what, Maya?” I said.

“What, babe?”

“We need to go find Sasha.”

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Werewolf Love Story #3

Published by J.R. Rain and Scott Nicholson at
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Copyright © 2011 by J.R. Rain and Scott
Nicholson

All rights reserved.

(Author’s note: All characters depicted in
this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.)

Dedication

I dedicate this to Sylvia. A good friend and
great writer.

Acknowledgment

Special thanks to J.R. Rain, Margaret
Cervenkas, April M. Reign, Liz Jones and Sandy Johnston for all
their help.

Chapter One

Finding Sasha was going to be a monumental
task. She had been injured pretty badly and she could be anywhere
on this mountain. I had an awful feeling that she was trapped in
some brush, out in the middle of nowhere, bleeding to death.

Sasha and I have had our differences, but
one thing was for sure, last night, when push came to shove, I had
her back and she had mine.

I drove around in my black Mustang with my
girlfriend, Maya, looking for Sasha from the road. I knew she was
deeper in the brush. Just in case, I scoped out the outside area,
but we had no luck. As I looked for my friend, I couldn’t help but
feel a little eerie, knowing now that I had been completely
‘Werewolf-ified.’ I was, now and forever, a freaking werewolf. What
did that mean? What was I supposed to do now? How many others were
like me? And would they accept me? I thought so hard on these
questions that they made my brain numb. I continued to drive around
the area in about a five-mile radius but I knew this was like
finding a needle in a haystack. I looked at Maya and said, “We need
more manpower.”

“You want to tell the authorities?” Maya
asked.

I sighed and as the sun grew hotter, I felt
worse and worse for Sasha, out there somewhere, seriously injured.
“I’m not ruling that out, but first, let’s go get Josiah. He is in
good shape and will be able to move around quickly. He’ll be
another set of eyes and feet that we desperately need.”

“I don’t want my brother to know about any
of this,” Maya said, horrified.

“He won’t know about any of it. We will tell
him that Sasha wandered off drunk last night after a party that we
had at a friend’s house up here, and now we’re looking for
her.”

“He’ll ask us why we’re not getting the cops
involved. He’s a pretty inquisitive boy.”

“Seriously, you think he’ll ask that? He
isn’t exactly a Boy Scout. If he asks questions, then we will come
up with something. Otherwise, let’s just tell him we need his help,
and we’ll take him out to eat to wherever he wants to go if he
comes with us. I’m pretty sure that’s all he’ll care about.” I
stared at Maya and seriously needed her okay. Finally, she nodded
her head and took out her cell phone.

“You had your cell phone this entire time?”
I asked.

“I was never alone. I did turn it off at
some point to save the battery if I was going to use it. I had to
do it while the phone was still in my pocket.”

I couldn’t imagine these savages keeping her
hostage. It made me nuts thinking about it. I did all I could last
night, but still, I was afraid to ask if they had hurt her in any
way. However, I needed to know. I needed to know if they had ever
touched her inappropriately.

“Maya, at any point, did any of them touch
you sexually?”

Maya looked me dead in the eye and said,
“Never. The higher-ups threatened the peons who were looking after
me that if they did anything questionable to me that they would
kill them personally.”

I stared at Maya and knew she was telling me
the truth. I felt good about her answer. I reached out my hand and
held hers and said, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Tommy. You came for
me.”

“That I did.”

Maya turned on her phone and she tried
calling Josiah, but he was asleep. So, we decided to drive down and
get him. Maya and Josiah’s house was only thirty minutes away down
the mountain. I pressed on the gas, and we hauled down the mountain
to go grab her rock star brother. I say he is a rock star because
he is a legend in his own mind.

We got to the house and Daniel was sitting
in his big chair in the living room. Daniel, Maya and Josiah’s dad,
is about as nice of a guy you could ask for in a dad of a girl
you’re dating. “Hey guys, how are you?” he said, as friendly and
genuine as a person could be. It was nice to be in Maya’s house
after what I had encountered the night before.

“Hi, Dad,” Maya said.

“Hi, Daniel,” I said.

“What brings you two lovebirds by?” Maya’s
mom said, coming in from the kitchen to bring Daniel a cup of
coffee.

“Actually,” I interjected. “We came by to
see if Josiah wants to go to breakfast.”

“Good luck getting that lug up,” Daniel
scoffed. “He was up all night making mix CD’s. He kept asking me
for my old records. He’s trying to put together some new workout
music.”

“Josiah likes old records?” I asked.

“He loves Tony and Frank.”

“Tony Bennett? And Frank Sinatra? Josiah?
That little grease monkey who doesn’t take a shower unless told to
likes the classics?” I asked.

“Funny, huh?” Daniel laughed.

“That kid surprises me more and more. He was
definitely one of a kind,” I said.

“You guys can wake him up,” Maya’s mom said.
“Just to warn you, he’s a big grump in the morning. Especially, be
aware that today’s one of his non-workout mornings. He loves to
sleep till noon on these days.”

I grinned at Maya’s parents. “I have my ways
of getting him up. I know what I’ll do.”

I walked quietly down the hall and slowly
opened Josiah’s bedroom door. Josiah was lying face down on the
left side of the bed. He was in perfect bottoms-up position. Maya
and her mom and dad followed me into his room. The four of us were
completely quiet.

I took off my shirt. I did do because Josiah
was shirtless. I gently laid behind him on the right side of the
bed. I very delicately placed my left arm and wrapped it around his
warm shirtless body. The little weirdo didn’t wake up. I began
cuddling him tighter and tighter. He had a smile on his face. The
little creep was enjoying my tender loving. Maya and her parents
were trying their best not to laugh. I started blowing in his ear,
and massaging his shoulders.

Suddenly, his eyes opened. “Get off me,
bitch!” he said. Josiah’s parents and Maya busted out laughing.

“What the hell? What are you guys doing?”
Josiah sat up and tried to gather his thoughts.

“Oh, stop it,” I said. “That’s the most
action you have ever gotten.”

Josiah looked at me and winked.
“Unfortunately, I can’t respond with mom and pops in the room.”

“It better be, son,” Dan said. “I don’t want
any grandchildren unless they come from Maya and Tommy.”

Maya and I both shot a look at her dad.

“What?” he said. “Like the two of you aren’t
ready to get married and have kids!”

I looked at Maya and laughed. I didn’t laugh
too hard and neither did she. I think deep down we both knew he was
right. Or at least, I did.

“We thought we’d take you to breakfast,” I
said to Josiah. “So, get up and get dressed.” I tried to break the
uncomfortable silence that was floating in the room after Daniel’s
‘married with children’ statement.

Josiah had his blanket on his lower body and
said, “Breakfast? That sounds good to me. You guys need to leave so
I can change.”

“You’re not naked, are you?” I asked.

“No!” Josiah protested.

“Yeah, you are, you little weirdo!” I said
laughing.

“I swear, I’m not,” he said indignantly.

There was only one way to find out. I ripped
the covers from off his body. He was right, he wasn’t naked. He was
wearing a bright yellow Speedo that had lettering on it. “What the
hell are you wearing?”

“It’s my chonies, Tommy. No one asked you to
peel the covers off of me!” Josiah said, standing with his physique
admirably out.

“What does it say on your underwear, son?”
Daniel asked Josiah.

Josiah grinned. “Man at work.”

“Oh my,” his mom said. “Where did you get
those?”

“I bought them at the swap meet.”

“Well, you better put some shorts on, kid,”
I said. “Because there are laws in this state about indecency, and
that’s as indecent as you get.”

“I think I’m going to throw up,” Maya said,
laughing, and she left the room, horrified. “That image is forever
burned into my brain.”

We all followed Maya out of the room. It was
a good thing because we all had an eyeful of Josiah. He got dressed
and came out of his room. A few minutes later, Maya, Josiah and I
all piled into my black Mustang to get ready to leave. Once we got
into the car. I turned around and faced Josiah, who was folded up
in the back seat. “There’s a change in plans,” I said plainly.

“Huh?” Josiah asked, confused.

“We need your help.”

“My help? Doing what?” Josiah asked.

“We need to find someone.”

“Who?”

“My roommate, Sasha.”

“Where is she at?”

“That’s the problem, we don’t know. Look,
Josiah…”

Maya cut me off. “Jo, we need your help, but
under no circumstances can you repeat this to anyone what we’re
doing today.”

“What the hell are we doing? I’m not doing
anything illegal,” Josiah protested.

Now he chooses to be a Boy Scout? I thought.
“We aren’t doing anything illegal, you little shit,” I said. “It’s
just real complicated. We think my roommate Sasha is injured and
might be in the brush somewhere in the mountains.”