Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society)

Book 5

The Broadus
Supernatural Society Series

By:

Theresa Marguerite
Hewitt

Copyright ©2013
Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

All rights reserved. No
part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means
without written permission from the author

Edited by Genevieve
Scholl

Cover design by
Najla
Qamber
Designs

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This book contains
mature content and may not be suitable for anyone under the age of 17. All
those portrayed as participating in sexual acts are over the age of 18. Violent
situations, strong language and
Were/
Fae, M/F/M loving
are rampant throughout this tale.

All characters are
fictional.

And I want to
thank my ever faithful Street Team members who have cheered me through this
book and loved every teaser I’ve thrown at them.

Thank you to Amy
Del
Rosso
for hosting an awesome cover
reveal
, Book Blast and I know the blog tour will be awesome
too!

Thank you to my
friends, who every day, without fail, asked me how my “Werewolf
lovin
’ book” was coming. Especially you, Mike----you’re the
bomb dot com times infinity and beyond!

And a big hand for
my shenanigan sister, CC. I don’t know what I’d do without ya. You were the
first to read it and I’m glad you were my guinea pig. Love ya---D.B.4.L <3

Even though this book
is part of a series, I see Rowena’s story as a standalone. If you have not read
the other four books preceding this, I as the author, see that you may still
enjoy this one. The first four books are FREE as of now on B&N, iTunes and
Smashwords
.

Secondly there are
some names and things that I will clear up for you.

Rowena (Row-EE-
na
)

Cearbhall
(KAHR-eh-
vahl
)

Siofra (
Sof
-RA)

Ghouls- once a human who wanted to become a vampire, but
lacked the specific gene to complete the transformation. Now they are stuck
between life and death in a Zombie-like state. They slowly rot away and are
minions to the Vampire whom created them. They have razor sharp teeth and their
saliva is deadly to Weres.

Fae- referring to magical creatures such as what we would
call fairies. The Fae realm encompasses many different magical beings, but when
I use the term Fae, I am referring to the uppermost portion of the magic world.
Creatures of Fae are unbelievably beautiful and powerful and can wield any
number of powers, including: emotion control, mind reading, physical magic and
nature magic.

This next portion is for those who haven’t read the first four
books in the series. It is a sort of introductory blurb and I am writing it in
the style of a 20/20 News Special. I hope you enjoy it.

<
Insert typical nightly news intro jingle>

“Hello and thank you for joining me for this special news
cast on this 24th day of December, my name is John
Kinglander
.

Tonight we discuss the ever changing world of
supernaturals
in today’s society, and mainly the small,
quiet town of Broadus, Montana; where lately a lot of activity has been
centered.

This little town, just off of Route 212, is home of the Big
Sky Pack. This Pack is unlike most you and I are used to. They have members of
all shifter types;
wolves, mountain lions, tigers, bears
,
and even razorback boars. They’ve come to accept all supernatural types when a
special woman stepped into their lives almost five years ago.

Ask any of the locals, as I spent most of last week doing,
and they will tell you that their lives changed the day Siofra
O’Hana
, now Siofra Johnson, stepped into their towns, and
they all told me it was for the better. The consensus was that this fiery
mother of six has strengthened their Pack more than any of them could fathom
possible.

It started when she was kidnapped from a wedding dress shop
by a former lover, thought to be dead by her and all those that knew him. She
was held in an abandoned barn, beaten and almost raped, but as I got from my
interview with her, she never once worried about herself. She only wanted her
Pack, her fiancée, and her son to be safe; she could’ve cared less what her
ex-boyfriend, his brother and their rag-tag bunch of wolves did to her.

Her husband, Conall, and her mates, Abe and Dyson, gladly
stepped in, saying that Siofra is much stronger than she gives herself credit
for. I can’t disagree.

After surviving the kidnapping, Siofra was confronted with
her relation to creatures of the Fae and her father, Ancient Druid and advisor
to the Fae royals, Shamus. Siofra embraced her white wolf and learned that she
also carried magical powers; all while being hounded by the evil Prince of
Elves, Bronton. The malicious Bronton brought war to Broadus’ backyard and the
Pack fought as one.

They drove the prince’s army of Trolls off, but not without
great sacrifice. Siofra was driven into a coma, leaving her husband and Pack
mates to worry about her for weeks on end. As we can all see, she returned and
the Pack moved on, stronger than before.

We all know that life is not without its tragedies, and in
my opinion Siofra and her family have suffered more than their fair share. A
Christmas Eve car accident drove Siofra into a deep depression, and the Pack
into a funk.

“We didn’t function like normal wolves. We were more like
zombies without her laughing and smiles,” her brother-in-law, Pack Alpha Mike
Johnson, said when I interviewed him.

Finally bowing to the need for help, Siofra traveled to a
nearby town, seeking group therapy. There she met a friend, Nikki, and ran into
her unknown mate Dyson Killian for the first time. All was not well in Broadus
as everyone suspected and there were dark things on the horizon.

Siofra couldn’t know that a vengeful soul would bring an
ancient demon into her life. Possessed and wanted, Siofra was kidnapped again
and held hostage in the dark Pryor Mountains; the home of the Elves. Tortured
and raped, Siofra thought all was lost, but that at least her family would be
safe. Learning she would bring the end of the known world, and reuniting with a
loved one, though deceased, she vows to get her revenge.

Penton, former Prince of Elves and now reformed advisor to
the Fae, travelled to his home land to rescue Siofra, bringing her through the
portal that lies at the back of her property. They weren’t alone though, and as
Siofra struggled with a heartbreaking decision, her Pack fought off Trolls and
other dark magic creatures around her.

In my opinion, Siofra is one of the most self-less people I
know. That night as war raged around her, she sacrificed a piece of herself to
bring an end to evil. The decision hung heavy on her heart and she decided to
run, to transport herself using her magic to a place she thought safe and away
from danger.

Turning to a friend of the family, Madame Petit, a former
Pack leader and acclaimed Witch living in New Orleans, Siofra was handed
another surprise. She once again found that fate handed her another mate in the
form of Were-tiger, Abe. With his help, and that of new vampire friends, Siofra
began to heal and accept that she needed to go back to her family and Pack.

A powerful, magic wielding, and mind reading Werewolf such
as Siofra can’t go unnoticed, and the former Master Vampire from Las Vegas took
a special interest in her, chasing her from New Orleans back to Broadus,
evading the scope of even the
F.S.C.C.A..
(Federal
Supernatural Control and Containment Agency). He used an army of Ghouls, a
force of decoys, and finally kidnapping her oldest son as tactics to draw
Siofra out.

“It really wasn’t that big of a decision. He had my son, I
needed to get him back, and I knew that my father and my mates were there if I
needed them,” Siofra said about her following the Master Vampire to his lair in
Las Vegas. The demise of the vampire was caught on amateur video and became the
YouTube hit that we all know.

When asked whether or not she thought the camera phone video
hurt the image of supernatural creatures, Siofra replied, “No, I don’t think it
hurts our image. Human take retribution too, but you send those people to jail.
We have our own laws, and humans happily let us abide by them. I only wish that
I didn’t look so fat in the video. I know I was pregnant at the time, but dang.
I look like a hippo.”

All lightheartedness aside, Siofra and her Pack have
encountered many obstacles and overcome them all, coming out stronger and wiser
in the end. Now, well now we turn our attention to the wilderness of Maine and
the plight of Siofra’s half-sister, Rowena.

She burnt down a nightclub owned by a prominent vampire in
New York City, but was broken out of jail by a rogue Berserker wolf. Can she
find her way to Broadus to be safe?

We’ll find out next time. Thank you for tuning in, and have
a wonderful night.

For Channel 12 News, I’m John
Kinglander
.
Goodnight.”

Now, please enjoy
Book 5 of the Broadus Supernatural Society Series

ROWENA’S REVENGE

December 24, 2016

Rural Maine

The snow is falling in large clumps around me as I huddle up
to a large pine trunk, the burning and stinging in my calf radiating up through
my leg.
Damn silver,
I curse in my head as my breath steams around my
face. I never asked for this.

All I ever wanted out of life was to be left alone. To be
left alone so that the fire inside would slowly burn out without hurting
anyone.

But no, it couldn’t happen that way. That dirty, sadistic,
son of a bitch Master Vampire
Livius
had to ruin
everything in the one night I spent in New York City. He was a creature of
power, not used to hearing no, and when I had told him that I wasn’t interested
in him he had tried to rape me. I burned his ass alive, along with most of his
hoard, earning me a cell in an F.S.C.C.A. holding center.

My saving grace was a bouncer from the club
Livius
had owned. I had only shared a fleeting moment with
him that night, but catching his scent had been the best thing to happen to me
in years. Blaine
D’Oro
broke me out of that dank cell
in NYC, and we’ve been on the run since.

We were doing fine up until about two hours ago, and the
gunshot in my leg is a testament to that. The Berserker wolves chasing me
aren’t far behind, but they are up wind from me and I can hear their shouts in
anger because they’ve lost my scent.

“Where the fuck is she?” one growls, the sound echoing
through the quiet woods.

I don’t want to be standing here when they come around, so
taking a deep breath, feeling the cold hit my lungs and the pain in my leg, I
slink along the tree trunk and head deeper into the trees. Trying not to brush
too many branches and leave a trail, I can feel the blood running down into my
boot as I limp along, succumbing to the metallic bite of the silver bullet and
falling to my knees beside an old Birch.

“
If you can hear me, please listen,”
the whisper of a
voice meets my ears and I search the darkness around me; my eyes shifting into
their feline counterpart to reflect the moonlight. Seeing nothing, I just focus
in on the sounds of the men coming after me.

“
Rowena,”
the whisper comes again, this time
stronger, freezing me in my tracks. My fingers dig into the tree bark at my
back and I look up to the moon, searching it for an answer as to this strange
voice. I brush back the silver strands of my hair and close my white-blue eyes
to focus.

“You’ll be safe here. I’m your sister; your family,”
I hear it again, coming to me on the slight breeze, and I have to stifle a
laugh. I have no family, at least not since my mother’s death when I was twelve
years old. There has been no one for me, except the black and silver haired man
in my dreams, claiming to be my father, but that’s all that they have been—just
dreams.

The day my mother killed herself I was cast out of the small
shifter town we had been living in; twelve years old with only a change of
clothes, a bottle of water, and a bag of venison jerky to help me on my
journey. They didn’t like the idea of the cursed, silver haired, freak eyed
girl hanging around their pure blood children, so I was sent on my way.

So how is this voice on the breeze getting to me? How
does it know my name?
I think to myself as the footfalls of the two wolves
tracking me catch my attention again, this time being dangerously close. I
squeeze myself tighter to the trunk, the fear building within me as I
frantically look for a better hiding place.

“Where the fuck did she
go
? We shot
the bitch; she couldn’t have gotten too far.” The raspy voice fills the bone
chilling air, and I know it’s now or never to hide.

Taking a deep breath, I push off from the tree and start the
shift from human to my were-snow leopard form. The crack of my bones and the
shifting of skin is a fairly silent process when you have it under control, but
being chased by Weres, they’ll sense the magic in the air in an instant, so I
find the biggest, lowest lying pine and slink underneath it, tucking my long
tail up along my body and positioning myself so that I’ll see their approaching
legs and feet.

I can hear them sniffing wildly, and a low growl rips
through the one I’ll call ‘Rubber Boots’, due to the thigh high waders he’s
wearing right now. Their quick footsteps bring them to the edge of the tree I’m
hiding under, and I’m thankful for the still breeze right this instant, because
if it kicks up they’ll know where I am right away and I’ll be in for a good
fight.

“She’s got too big of a bounty on her head for us to lose
her. That honcho down in NYC says she burnt up his kid or somethin’. We’ll be
set for a lifetime when we find her, so put your damn nose down and search!”
The one in the
camo
pants growls at Rubber Boots and
they circle a tree nearby.

I can see
Camo
Pants’ hand on the
trunk of the tree, and it quickly shifts into the Berserker state as he catches
a scent; the fingers elongating and sprouting hair, the nails razor sharp and
digging into the bark. I can hear both of their breaths coming heavy and quick,
and then they stop, the stillness of the night taking over, and a dark feeling
settles in my bones.

The hair stands up on the back of my neck and I slouch
closer to the truck, my claws instinctively flexing from my paws as their legs
turn in my direction. They quickly move to the branches at the edge of my
hiding spot just as a breeze kicks up, bringing the stale scent of beer and a
hint of something else my way, perking my senses.

Camo
Pants’ hand comes down onto
the bottom branch and my muscles tense, my ears pressing into my head as I’m
ready to issue a warning hiss. No doubt they’ll only laugh at me—damn cocky
wolves—but my bite is a hell of a lot worse than my hiss, so they should be
ready.

Just as the branch starts to lift, the breeze kicks up again
with a ferocious hiss, whipping the snow into my face and causing the two
wolves to stumble back, swearing. Shaking the snow from my face, I hear a thud
and the wolves growling. Turning my attention back to their feet, I see a third
pair of legs joining them now as their voices rise, snarls and growls filling
the air for only a second before the distinct sound of steel leaving leather,
and a bright streak of silver flashes before my eyes.

I hiss in a breath as
Camo
Pants
and Rubber Boots’ heads hit the snow and roll away. Their bodies fall like
chopped trees, the blood spurting from their necks, and I’m slightly frozen in
fear. It happened so fast. The glinting silver of a sword catches my attention,
and I gulp at the blood dripping from the very sharp looking blade; the crimson
tainting the pure white snow around the legs of the wielder.

There is nowhere for me to go, and as I see the long fingers
wrap around the
branch,
I let out a hiss that vibrates
through my entire body. I can feel it all the way down into my feet. His
crouching slows as my warning turns into a low rumble, my throat raw and heated
from the exertion.

“Now, now,” a smooth, deep voice washes over me, followed by
a low chuckle, and I feel calm immediately, confusing the hell out of me.

The branch lifts up, showering me with needles, and through
the dark I can see his eyes. Eyes just like mine; the white-blue color seeming
to glow in the moonlight, and they lock onto mine. A slow wind brings a whiff
of sun ripened apricots to my nose, and I can’t keep my eyes from closing, a
low moan rumbling through me.

What the hell?
I shake myself, causing more needles
to rain down on my coat, and I turn my attention back to this man crouched
before me.

He is lean and muscular, his
Peacoat
hanging open to reveal a form fitting shirt giving away his muscle tone. I’m
guessing he notices me checking him out, because a smirk tugs at one corner of
his mouth, the simple action setting a fire deep within me, and I shift back
into human form to keep it at bay.

On my hands and knees before him, I see his eyes roam my
body and his nostrils flare, taking in my scent. I’m breathing hard, the steam
forming around me in rapid clouds as I try to slow the fire of desire building
within me. His scent is doing something to me and my leopard is pacing within
me, stoking the flames even more.

“Come on, Rowena, there is no need to fear me.” His voice is
soft this time, and I can see the sincerity in his eyes. Those damn eyes, so
much like mine. My stare moves to the sword in his other hand, the blood still
dripping, and he drops it in the snow, reaching the hand out to me.

“How do you know my name?” I breathe out, brushing the hair
from my eyes as I try to shuffle out without taking his hand. I mean, really? I
just witnessed him behead two men in the blink of an eye, and he wants me to
trust him? I don’t think so; not even with this inferno of lust burning within
me for him.

The pain from my gunshot wound returns and I fall to my
elbows, wincing and hissing through my teeth as I feel the silver bite further
into my flesh. Pushing back the waves of nausea, I look back up and see that
his hand is still outstretched; a concerned
look
on
this stranger’s face.

Oh, what the hell?
I think to myself as I reach out
and grasp it. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers link around mine,
lightning bolts flowing out and over my skin, gathering in my core, and I can
feel the familiar tingle of my fire roll over my body. If I’m not careful, I’ll
burn down this entire forest in a second, so I let him pull me from my hiding
spot.

Trying to keep my weight on my uninjured leg, I stumble and
fall into his chest.
Oh God, it’s rock hard
. I try not to let his body
heat get to me as his arms go around me to keep me on my feet, but damn does he
feel good. He even smells good.

As he holds me to him, I spare a look up into his eyes and
see that he has a small smile on his lips. Perfect lips; luscious even, begging
me to bite them, and I have to look to the snow and suck in a breath to reign
in my raging desire.

“I know an awful lot about you,” he whispers, his eyes roaming
my face as I look back up at him. I need to step back before my flames burst
out and hurt him, so I jerk from his hold, wincing as my injury burns through
my calf muscle. He keeps his hand wrapped around mine, and I see his attention
float to my leg.

“What?” I have to pause and take a second as my head spins,
and I’m cursing those wolves for shooting me again. The man’s arm wraps around
my waist, tugging me into his side. “What’s your name?”

He smiles sweetly, and my heart feels like it might burst at
the sight. His face is so handsome; strong jaw and nose, no facial hair, and
close cut midnight black hair wet with the falling snow. He almost seems too
perfect to be real. I cock my head in an almost awe like state and notice that
his ears have a slight point to them, spiking my curiosity.

“My name is Penton,” he says as I reach my right hand up
slowly and hesitantly brush my fingertips along his ear. His eyes flutter shut
as I run my fingers over his skin and through his hair, the smell of apricots
filling the air around him as his eyes fall on me again, bathing me in
un-restrained lust and desire. The degree of it almost frightens me as I move
my hand to his cheek and feel him lean into my touch.

As I see a naughty little grin play across his face, I feel
the dizziness and weight of my blood loss and I teeter in his arms, almost
falling, but he catches me by shooting his hands into my armpits. I can hear
myself let out a strangled laugh, but my mind is floating, the darkness filling
my vision.

“Were you the voice? The voice I heard?”

“No,” he chuckles, his smile seeming brighter than the
mid-day sun, and I can’t take my eyes from it, the sway deepening in my stance
and the blurriness in my vision fading in and out. So he wasn’t the voice I heard
on the wind, but who was?

“Take me back to Blaine,” I manage to get out as I feel him
lift me into his arms, holding me tight to his chest. “Take me to Blaine. He’ll
help us.”

Then I’m out, the only feelings rolling through my body is
the heat from his closeness and the inferno threatening to burst from my core.
My libido wars with my mind for the split second before I’m out, this stranger
pulling at every fiber of carnal need within me.

What have I gotten myself into?