Beautiful Creatures Series

Feral Colorado…

Stanton stood over the graves of his parents. They had both been killed by hunters. Last year Stanton and his folks had moved to Feral from Montana when they heard rumour of a sanctuary for people like them. Stanton was a Lycanthrope, or as the Hollywood and humans called them, a werewolf. When they arrived in Aspen last year, it didn’t take long for them to learn where Feral was. It wasn’t really a small town outside of Aspen. The population was barely more than fifty. They had only a few public buildings and then a handful of residences. Stanton and his parents had been pleased when they learned that every resident in Feral was a Lycan just like them. Feral wasn’t a town… it was a Lycan pack. The first and largest in over four hundred years. It quickly became a home.

Only they were not the only ones to have heard about the uniqueness of the people that called feral home. Just last week, they were attacked by a three-man team of hunters, humans that knew what they were and were trained to kill people like them. They had failed to wipe out the pack. The pack was just too big for a three-man team, and hunters did not typically travel in large numbers. That was their mistake. The pack killed them, but not before the hunters managed to kill five of their pack members. Two of which had been Stanton’s parents.

So now Stanton was fourteen and orphaned, but he wasn’t alone in the world. Standing next to him was Gordon Wilder, the pack leader, the Alpha. He was an intimidating man in his thirties. Then again, most Alphas were intimidating. They were a whole different breed of wolf than the rest of them. Stanton was only an adulterant, but he was a known Bata. Most Lycans demonstrated traits from birth that placed them in the wolf hierarchy. Most wolves were Omegas, while some were Bata’s, and even fewer were Alpha. No one designated anyone as one or the other they just sensed it. It was a sixth sense that prevented rivalries and fighting over the chain of command.

As some of the Omegas began to shovel dirt into the graves located in the small but growing graveyard just south of Feral, Gordon put his hand supportively on Stanton’s shoulder. “I’m alone in the world,” Stanton said sadly.

“You are orphaned,” Gordon corrected him, “but you are not alone in this world. Gordon turned to face Stanton. “At some point, we all end up orphaned.”

cubs. In all honesty, Stanton knew they were not immortal. They could be killed, granted. It wasn’t easy to kill a Lycan, but it could be done. Stanton had no idea how long they lived if left to nature. None of them did. The sad fact of the matter was no Lycan had ever died of natural causes. He wasn’t sure what their life expectancy was. But at the age of thirty-four, Gordon was one of the oldest Lycans to be walking the earth, and he had only lived this

of the pack,” Gordon told him. “We protect each other. We provide for each other. We

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nine years later…

station. She looked around at all the bright lights of Las Vegas. There was a feeling of excitement in the air. Aurora was only fourteen, and this was the fifth time she had run away from the orphanage. She had gotten to the age where she was too old for anyone to want to adopt her, so

possessed by a demon, and after four exorcisms, they had failed to cast the devil out of her. Each exorcism had been long and brutal, and she had barely survived the last one. So, she had decided to run away again. Only the cops kept bringing her

she was freezing. She would sleep under some dirty cardboard

food, Aurora sat at a bus stop watching the prostitutes across the street walking the block and trying to get some business. Aurora was starving and cold and dirty. She would go for some food, a hot shower, and a bed to sleep in, if even for just an hour.

prostitutes working the block. She couldn’t do that… could she? Then again, it would get her indoors for a little while, and the money he would give her would buy her something to eat. Aurora bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, and then she stood

Aurora reluctantly got in the car. The man took her to a nearby motel, and she waited in the car well he paid for the room. Once inside the room, he was all over her. Aurora hated every moment of it, and when it was over, he got dressed and tossed a fifty-dollar bill on the bed at her feet, then left. Aurora grabbed the money and stuffed it in her jeans

went into the bathroom and showered under a steady stream of scolding water, trying to wash away the events of the night. When she was washed, she went out to the vending machine a few suites over and bought an armful of food and then returned to the room. Since it was paid for, she decided to spend the night. She gorged on