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Hello people. What's up with all you today? Not much, huh? Just working and school, huh? Yeah, I thought so. How's Olive? Well, she's pulling out her hair in frustration and anxiety and she's going anorexic, but that's been obvious since the start. Doesn't help to have my brother laughing all the time, though mad
So what little treat do I bring you today? Well, only two people commented, and since they were nice enough to do that I figured I'd do something nice for you. Because of them. Because they were too nice to tell the truth. So I'm giving you part two-ish of Rowena and Luke's story D:<
......I just have to find a breaking point first~ sweatdrop

Okay! There are two parts (what I'm calling them since there are breaks in between but no chapters; but they're like chapters, so go with it xD) to this one, both longish. Again: It's not my best work, just something to dribble on about while I'm stuck on other things, and watch out for typos. I think there's a few in this batch, but I'm extra snobbish about it and having my grammar Nazi ways there shouldn't be too many > 3>;;
.....Enjoy?

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An hour later, I was walking through the forest, flashlight shining brightly in the light mist to show me the way. After sitting down with the pack I learned a bunch of good information and learned the pack really was based on strength and trust. That’s the only reason Kent, Mr. Alpha, accepted me so quickly. He said I was strong for standing up to him—something no one ever did—and that I seemed like a trusting person. Must have been the fact I came from the paranormal world like him. He also mentioned being truthful was a plus.
The questions I asked were the simple fanatic questions and Kent answered every one of them good naturedly and with a smile. The answers I got were some I expected and some I didn’t expect. Like the whole silver thing; I thought it was like the rumor of holy water or garlic against Vamps. Turned out I was wrong. Silver would kill any kind of Were. The other questions I wanted to ask were a little more personal and silly. But maybe they’d give me a chance to ask them some other time.
Suddenly the wind shifted, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I was met with a familiar smell: forest, musk, man, and a sharp spice that belonged only to Ethan. Perhaps it was just his signature smell; everyone does smell different, after all. I walked a little slower, finally able to hear his feet against the wet earth a few paces ahead. I must have been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear him sneak up.
“I know you’re there,” I told the darkness. “Come out, Ethan.”
He stepped into the light of my flashlight wearing only his jeans. The way the rain glistened on him was breathtaking. He had a quizzical expression on his face.
“How did you know I was here?” he asked.
“I heard you . . . and smelled you.” I wrinkled my nose, his scent still there.
“Well, that’s a new one,” he chuckled.
“Why are you following me?” I asked, picking up a regular pace. He started walking backwards over the mangled roots and bracken.
“Because I felt like it.”
“Uh huh,” I replied indifferently. His answer seemed a little flirty to me; especially with that goofy grin on his face.
“Actually, I’m following you because, as you were leaving us, I sensed you were getting tired and I don’t want you falling asleep at the wheel. So I wanted to offer to drive you home.”
I stopped momentarily. “That’s nice of you, but I think I’ll be fine.” Actually I was tired, and wanted to yawn now just thinking about sleep.
“My senses say otherwise.”
“A dog’s nose always knows, huh?” I asked with a slight yawn.
Ethan smiled. “So far it’s been correct. Let’s not push it, hmm?”
I grimaced. We were almost to the car now and I was never good at making split decisions; when under pressure I sort of just cracked. But I figured he could take the wheel. Depending he knew how to drive. I was sure he probably ran home every night; maybe he never took a driving test. No, no, no, get yourself under control, Rowena. I mentally shook myself.
As we neared the car, Ethan reaching it first still walking backwards, he leaned against the driver’s door telling me I wouldn’t be driving tonight. I sighed and pulled the keys from my pocket, handing them over without a verbal complaint.
When we were situated in the car I gave him my address and he pulled away from the shoulder, down the dirt road. I wasn’t sure if he was going out of his way to take me home, but at least I wasn’t behind the wheel when I started dozing five minutes later. I had to keep myself awake—just in case—so I did the only thing I knew what to do when I get tired: I talked.
“I have a few more questions,” I said, and then paused to yawn.
Ethan eyed me curiously. “Ask away.”
“They’re sort of silly,” I admitted sheepishly.
“That’s all right.” He said with a bit of a chuckle; as if he had crazy girls asking him questions about being a werewolf all the time.
“Okay. I was wondering about werewolves and sex. Is it really as good as the rumors claim?”
He laughed, the rich sound filling the car. “The very best,” he grinned wryly. “I couldn’t imagine it for a human, although it’s not recommended.”
“Because things can go from great to bad,” I remembered. There were rumors about bad things happening between a werewolf and human during an intimate moment.
“That’s right. Even if they offer the greatest night of your life, don’t accept. Now, what’s your other question?”
“It’s one that most werewolves are touchy about,” I warned him, but he probably wouldn’t think much of it since it was more for the women. “I was wondering if it’s true that werewolves can’t have children.”
“Good thing you didn’t bring this up around the pack.” He grimaced. “Werewolves can get pregnant—quite a few of ours have—but they never make it. The first shift and the baby is dead.”
“That’s harsh. Do you know any Were’s that made it through and gave birth?”
Ethan smiled then. “Yeah. Kent’s mate, Mary. They had to do a lot of moving to avoid the full moon, and when she was finally due, the full moon was at least three weeks away. The baby turned out healthy.”
“That’s wonderful! So where is their baby? How old is it?”
Ethan lost his smile again. “Katie would have been twenty-two this year.”
The baby lived, so why was he using past tense?
“What happened to her?” I whispered.
Ethan clenched the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white; I really hoped he wouldn’t leave a dent. He took a deep breath.
“When she showed signs of Changing, she became uncontrollable. But Kent let her go, thinking she would be okay as time went on. When she turned eighteen she ran away from the pack, although we chased her, she lost us easily she was that quick. However, she wasn’t Katie anymore by then; she was the wolf. She had lost all human thought and let the beast have her just months before her birthday. And you know what happens to those that can’t control the wolf, right?”
I nodded. “The Alpha puts them down,” I replied in a small voice.
“And Kent couldn’t do that to his own daughter.” Ethan took another deep breath. “Katie exposed herself to a hunter the night she ran away. He shot her multiple times even as he was being mauled, until finally, he pulled out his knife—which we later learned had some kind of Indian magic in it—and stabbed her. Again and again. Until she was completely dead.
“We, the pack, arrived too late. Katie was dead and slowly shifting back to her human form—that happens if we’re killed in wolf form—and the hunter was still, unfortunately and amazingly, conscious. We couldn’t blank his memories since we don’t have that power, but we couldn’t kill him either. He took a giant load off of Kent’s shoulders, so as thanks we let him live and paid every cent of his medical bills as long as he kept quiet.”
I stared out the windshield at my approaching house. I was speechless and trying to find my voice. Wolves were more brutal than I thought. For some reason, although they were just altered humans, I believed vampires were always more volatile and stronger then wolves. Then again, I’d never seen someone get lost amongst their own wolf.
“Wow,” I finally breathed. “I’m so sorry.”
Ethan shrugged as he parked in the driveway. “It was a very emotional night, but it’s all in the past. I’m just upset no one will even try to have kids anymore. Kent was always a wild kid and a bit lost in his wolf—Katie obviously got that from him. Someone else’s child would be different.”
I smiled sadly. “Sounds like a certain someone wants kids of his own.”
He blew out a breath and opened the car door. “I just want to show them not to be afraid, but yeah, I’d like to have a kid. Someone to pass on blood, you know?”
I nodded, getting out of the car and coming around to meet him in the front. It was definitely colder than it was before, which was a good wake-up call along with Ethan’s story. I held out my hand for a shake.
“Thank you for answering my questions,” I said earnestly. “I’m sure it’s weird to have a stranger ask personal questions, let alone share a story like that.”
Ethan smiled and grabbed my hand gently. “I don’t mind sharing secrets with a sister in the paranormal world. The more you know, right?”
I laughed to stifle my yawn. “Yeah. Because knowledge is power,” I quoted lamely.
He released my hand with a chuckle. “Good night, Rowena. Nice meeting you. I hope we cross paths again soon.”
I smiled. Yeah, I’d like to see Ethan and the pack again; see what more I could learn. “Me too; be careful out there.”
With a big smile he disappeared into the night. I let out a large yawn and grabbed my keys that Ethan left in the ignition and my backpack from the backseat. Tonight was fun, I decided. Why didn’t I go hunting more often? Who knew what else I could find out there?
I quietly snuck up the squeaky front steps of the porch and placed my key in the doorknob. It was about three o’clock right now; at least I didn’t lie to Luke. God knew he would send the whole coven on a search if I was more than five minutes late. My laugh came out as a snort at the thought right as I was about to open the door. And then I heard a noise. I swung around, thinking Luke snuck up on me, but received a bittersweet surprise.
Annemarie sat on my porch swing in her regal pink nightgown. She smiled brightly at me with her little angel face, her blond hair that fell in wave after wave around her small body was pulled back from her face. A backpack covered in pink cats sat beside her.
Annemarie was Craig’s little sister, forever trapped inside a ten-year-olds body. She was constantly being dropped off at my doorstep, like the coven thought it would be cute if I was their babysitter, but I guess it was okay. Annemarie actually helped me get over my dislike of children because, even if she looked ten, she had the mind of a one hundred-forty-year-old woman that she had to hide from humans.
“Annemarie, what are you doing here?” I whispered.
“Big brother dropped me off here and told me to tell you when you got home from your date with a wolf that you’re supposed to watch me.” Her sugary-sweet voice was laced with tiredness.
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Luke has everyone out investigating,” she answered. “This time it was a human corpse.”
Well, that was rare in Luke’s territory. “Why don’t they just start taking you from now on? You can handle yourself.”
“Because of my appearance, I would be the first attacked, and no matter my age they would kill me. Precautions must be taken, Wen. That’s how the game is played.”
I shook my head to jar my thoughts. “Go back to being ten, please. I’m too tired to play mood swings, or age swings, or whichever.”
Annemarie grabbed her pack as I pushed the door open. The inside was lifeless, which was a good thing. I hated it when parents woke up in the middle of the night; sometimes there was no one here to pretend to be me. With Luke being gone with the coven I’d be able to get a good sleep for once.
I paused at the bottom of the stairs as Annemarie quietly made her way up; a thought made me wary. Maybe I should have asked her sooner.
“Annemarie?” I whispered.
She paused and turned to face me, question in her sleep-clouded blue eyes. “Yes, Wen?”
“Have you fed already?”
She giggled quietly. “Of course, of course. In fact, it was just a half hour ago.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as she continued upstairs. Luke’s coven normally kept well fed, unless they were in a rush, which I was sure was the case tonight. Poor little Annemarie; her nightly nap had been interrupted, I just noticed. No wonder she was so tired and gang-ho for my bedroom. Of course, I didn’t forget about bed, either. I really needed sleep.
In my room, Annemarie was already curled up under my blankets, her stuffed pink cat Molly in her vise grip. I changed quickly and quietly into my pajamas then slid into bed. Good thing I had a queen-sized bed or else two people would never fit. Annemarie was a bed hog.


I woke up to the sound of ringing. Just when my dream was getting to the good part, too; something always woke me up before the good part happened. I opened my eyes to find the ball of warmth I’d felt when I regained consciousness was the blond angel Annemarie curled into my chest, her legs tucked up in my stomach, her head on my breast—listening to my heart, no doubt.
Drowsiness wore off quickly when I noticed the ringing was my phone on the nightstand. Carefully, I reached over Annemarie to get the cordless. The caller ID said it was out of area. Glancing at the clock secured my suspicions. I hit the ON button.
“Hello?” I asked the phone.
“About time, Rowena,” Jake’s angry voice responded. An out of area phone call at five in the morning—it was always Luke’s house. Although he lived inside the city, his phone number never showed up.
“I’m sorry,” I yawned. “How long have you been trying to reach me?”
“An hour and a half.”
“I was out late and got to sleep at three. Can you really blame me for not being alive?”
I could hear the smirk in his voice as he replied, “You’re as bad as the rest of us. Luke’s caught himself a keeper for sure.”
“Well thank you, Jake. I wasn’t sure you were capable of compliments.” I carefully pulled Annemarie’s hair out of the messy ponytail that was neat just a few hours ago and sifted my fingers through her hair. It was long and thick and without knots. I sort of envied her for her cute features; but that was to be expected. People envied vampires all the time.
Back on track I asked, “So what do you need?”
“As a coven we agreed to keep you out of this, but right now we could use your help,” he said hesitantly. “Something’s happened.”
I sat up abruptly; Annemarie barely stirred. “What’s wrong? Was someone injured? Killed? Captured?”
“Settle down, tike,” Craig’s familiar voice was on the phone now. “It’s nothing big really, just a small accident. Luke was injured and has been unconscious for several hours now. We just need you to come talk to him. I believe he’s in a healing coma right now and it’d really help if you were here; he’d react much better to you.”
“I’ll be there in a couple minutes.” I hung up and jumped out of bed.
“What’s happening?” Annemarie asked drowsily. She sat up, rubbing her small fists over her eyes.
“Luke’s been hurt,” I told her as I dressed.
That woke her up. “What? How is that possible? Luke’s invincible!”
“We’ll find out what happened when we get there. Do you want to dress first?”
She shook her head and climbed out of bed. I grabbed her pink backpack by my door and hurried downstairs ahead of her. My parents were awake—I heard them when I passed their door—but thankfully they didn’t stop me. I had to get to Luke’s house.
The drive only took fifteen minutes. I stopped the car in the full driveway and jumped out; I would have forgotten to lock it if Annemarie hadn’t reminded me. Luke’s house was as normal as everyone else’s. It was three floors—excluding the basement—roomy, and had normal bedrooms and bathrooms. Nothing mansion-like about it.
I cut through the yard, jumped onto the porch, made a beeline to the stairs near the kitchen, and ran up the stairs to Luke’s room. This was the only extravagant room of the otherwise boring white house. Dark cherry dresser and closet, soft cream carpet and mauve walls, warm red and tan all around the room to match the bedspread and canopy. And there in that great, beautiful bed laid a slab of meat hooked to an IV.
Luke was torn and bloody from head to toe. Jake and Andrew were changing Luke’s bandages while mumbling about the small improvements. I couldn’t even tell if it really was Luke under all the blood and torn flesh; a lot of it seemed to be missing.
Craig wrapped me in a hug and kissed my hair. “He’ll pull through,” he said with a smile. “He’s been getting better every minute.” I hadn’t realized I was crying until Craig swiped his thumb under my eyes, wiping away the wet trails.
Annemarie held my hand as she stood by my side. She barely glanced at Luke when she said, “One of our own.”
Craig snorted. “I wish. It was a beast, Anne. No idea what it was but I could smell it all over, nothing like I’ve ever smelled, and then it just came out of nowhere and attacked Luke.”
“It attacked only him?” I asked. When Jake and Andrew finished bandaging Luke, I stepped up to his bed and carefully stroked his exposed hair. It was matted with dirt and dried blood and felt rather greasy.
“Only him,” Andrew confirmed with his gravely voice. “Once Luke went down, the beast took off and we couldn’t track it no matter hard we searched.”
“That’s disturbing news,” Annemarie cut in. “Why only Luke?”
“We don’t know.”
I knelt by Luke’s bed as the coven continued discussing the strange beast and stared at his damaged face. The area around his eyes was the only place not covered. They were closed peacefully, yet flicked every few minutes. I touched his eyelids carefully. He looked positively terrible, but at least no limbs were lost; that would have caused more trouble. Still, a healing coma was pretty bad. It meant they lost more blood than they should have and their injuries were too bad to just heal normally, since vampires healed from anything almost instantly. My poor Luke. How could this even happen to him?
Suddenly, Luke’s hand shot out towards me; I felt his fingertips graze my neck. Had Craig not pulled me back, I would have been dead. Luke was waking up, he needed blood, and I was the only one in the whole house with warm blood. Craig told me to go downstairs and Annemarie took my hand, dragging me down the steps. Luke was coming back to consciousness, snarling and snapping his teeth.
I waited on the couch in the living room a little impatiently. Annemarie had forced me to sit back and relax, and then she pulled my arm around her shoulders and nuzzled into my side, falling back asleep. How could she even sleep with all the noise upstairs? Growling, snarling, shouting, loud thumps against the floor. I doubt Annemarie was actually raised around this much noise. I bit my lip, waiting for the noise to stop, and flinched when a pained scream carried over the rest of the noise. I hope no one was seriously hurt.
When the noise settled five minutes later, Jake’s voice called down the stairs. Annemarie hopped up before I could move and led the way back up. Luke was propped in a sitting position on the bed looking practically normal; as if he wasn’t just shredded flesh minutes ago. Now most of his face was uncovered, but the rest that I could see was still wrapped tightly. He smiled weakly at my approach.
“Careful,” Craig warned. “He might still snap.” I noticed he was rubbing his forearm.
“He bit you?” I asked.
“Not purposely, of course, just in one of those moods.” Craig shrugged.
“Enough. I’d never hurt my queen,” Luke said gently. At least, I think it was meant to be gentle; it sounded really weak.
I trusted Luke whether he was hungry, lusting, or normal. That’s what it meant to be mates. You trusted each other completely and loved each other unconditionally.
I stepped closer to Luke and he hugged my around the waist, burying his head between my breasts, and released a sigh. I ran my fingers through his thick, midnight hair hoping no one noticed the way my pulse picked up. They’d probably mistake it for fear and drag me away.
“What happened to you?” I whispered. I don’t know why I was whispering, it just came out that way.
“I don’t know. A beast jumped from the shadows; none of us sensed it until it was too late.”
“What was it?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbled again.
Not knowing whether his shoulders were healed or not, I gently tapped them and he moved back to make room. I vaguely noticed the coven filing out the door, closing it behind them, as I crawled under the blankets with Luke. He was completely naked but wrapped in bandages from shoulder to ankle. Of the previous injuries on his face, only scratches and scars remained that slowly continued to heal.
“Do you at least know how you are feeling?” I asked playfully.
“Hungry, tired, and confused,” he replied, stretching his arms around me, then stopped with a wince. “I hurt a little, too.”
“No surprise,” I giggled and curled up within his reach. He stroked my cheek gently.
“Were you worried?”
“Obviously. Once Jake called me, I came right over. You woke up faster than I thought, though that’s good. I was afraid you’d sleep forever.”
He smiled, brightening my world a little more. “I heard you calling out to me, so I came back. We can’t be in the coma for too long or else we’ll get lost.”
I hugged him gently. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Luke kissed me as gently as I hugged him, then kissed me again with more urgency. I moaned and kissed him back just as urgent. I loved these kisses; it was identical to writhing in silk sheets, flesh against flesh; all the passions I’d barely tasted. Luke pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me, supporting his weight with his forearms at the sides of my head, and his shins. He continued to kiss me until I had to come up for air, then he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back, and sank his teeth into my neck. I gasped with surprise at first from the pain until the warmth began; it spread to every part of my body—one area specifically. I loved it when Luke bit me; he made it as pleasuring and fulfilling as sex, only twenty times better. Suddenly I had an aching between my legs that needed sated.
Out of instinct, I lifted my hips to Luke’s and surprisingly found out he was aroused as me. I could feel him through the thin cotton of my jogging pants and desperately needed him. But not now; not while the house was full, not while Luke was injured—even if he didn’t act injured now. He only made things worse when he grabbed my hips with his free hand and pressed against my pants, grinding against the core of my excitement. I closed my eyes, panting breathlessly, grabbing his hair. The only reason I was this excited was because he planted the sensation in my mind when he bit me so I wouldn’t feel the pain. Still, he could have asked, and he didn’t need to get me so aroused while the rest of the coven was here.
I bit my lip to keep from screaming but I still cried out when the pressure was released. Luke groaned against my neck and released me, rolling back off me. He obviously had enough; and it was good to know I wasn’t the only one panting.
“I feel much better,” Luke said quietly with a chuckle.
I laughed breathlessly. “You look a little more flushed, and that’s good,” I replied.
He smiled at me. Not a speck of blood on him or his teeth. “Thank you. That should keep you sated until tonight, by the way.”
I groaned. I wouldn’t be able to handle him tonight. Speaking of night, which was the normal time I slept, I was feeling tired again. As I was getting out of bed, Luke grabbed my arm.
“Where are you going?” A frown appeared on his lovely face.
“To see if I can borrow Annemarie’s bed or Bex’s. I’m exhausted,” I replied through a yawn.
“Bex? I thought you didn’t like her. But there’s no reason to go anywhere; you’re staying right here with me.”
“Your coven will be coming and going—”
“I took too much blood for you to be walking.”
I frowned. I was a little shaky and still had wonderful shudders running through me. So I settled back beside him and nuzzled his chest like I always did; thankfully, it didn’t seem to hurt him. He was probably recovering quickly now with fresh blood in him.
“Sleep well, my queen,” he whispered, kissing my hair.
I instantly fell into oblivion.