Beautiful Creatures Series

Darrell slipped his key into the post office box that was his. Because of where Feral was located, mail was not delivered to the homes. Once a day, the US Postal truck drove through the hub delivering mail to the small post office boxes located in a small building, which was no bigger than a large chicken coop.

Opening the door to his box, Darrell took out his mail and flipped through it. Most of it was just monthly bills from the various vendors he used for his business supplies. “Hey,” Aster greeted him as she came to stand next to him, checking her own mail. “How is the girlfriend?” She asked mockingly.

Darrell wanted to snap at her, but he did not. He was pissed off that the pack scared Katelyn off, but he knew she had not been part of those who had been in the woods last night. Even in wolf form, he knew he had been responsible. It was the older members of the pack — Gordon’s friends. Gordon had not been among them, and he would no doubt be livid when he found out what happened. He had granted Katelyn amnesty, and yet members went against his word. Mutiny could not be tolerated. When Darrell got around to telling Gordon the fur was going to hit the fan.

“She went back to Aspen,” he told Aster.

“Oh?”

“There was an incident,” he said, turning to face Aster.

Aster took one look at him, and her smile was instantly gone. “There is something different about you,” she said, looking deep into his eyes. “You have done something?’ When she saw it, Aster gasped, and rage filled her. “You imprinted with a human.”

Darrell said nothing. What could he say? He had gone against Lycanthrope law and imprinted with Katelyn. Imprinting was meant to unite two Lycanthrope mates. It was sacred and not to be shared with a human. Everyone knew that Aster was meant to be his mate, and the fact that he had given away what was rightfully hers to a human was a grave insult to Aster and the pack.

“You went against pack law for her?”

“Aster.”

“No! I have tolerated this long enough. I’m telling my father what you did. You are going to answer to the pack,” she snarled as she slammed her post box shut and stormed off.

Darrell groaned and shut the door to his box. Once the pack heard he had gone against their laws, he was going to face their wrath. He may even end up exiled. Cast back out into the mortal world alone without the protection of the pack forced to fend for himself.

Exile.

Darrell leaned forward and dropped his forehead against the wall of PO Boxes. He was so screwed. He could not understand why he had risked everything for a woman. For a human. He could not explain the way he felt. He was at odds. He wanted to be with Katelyn. He also wanted to remain part of the pack. He could not have both.

He had to make a choice.

Katelyn or the pack.

Darrell pictured Katelyn and smiled.

Katelyn.

Darrell left the post boxes and walked down the street to the Blood Moon Tattoo Studio, where Gordon worked. Gordon was a tattoo artist, and he owned his own shop. It was one of the few businesses that drew outsiders. Gordon was very good at what he did.

Darrell walked into the shop, and the chimes above the door announced his arrival. He spotted Gordon bent over some chick’s leg tattooing a tree. “Hey, what’s up, Darrell?” Gordon greeted him as he continued with his artwork.

“Do you go a moment to talk?”

“Sure, what is on your mind?” He did not stop what he was doing.

“It is community business,” he could not say pack in front of this outsider. Gordon stopped what he was doing and looked up at Darrell. “It is important.”

“Give me a minute,” Gordon wiped the woman’s leg, then cleaned it up and wrapped it up. “We are done for today. Come back tomorrow.”

you said you could do it all in one day,” the woman

and she took the offer. Once they were alone, Gordon turned to face Darrell. “Ok, what is going on? Is

“You knew about that?”

been reprehended,” Gordon took a closer look at Darrell. “Something is different about

might as well confess. All Gordon had to do was look deeper, and he

“With Aster?”

“With Katelyn.”

“You imprinted with a human?” He yelled, advancing on Darrell. “You went against

to fall in love that fast? Darrell was not sure, but what he knew was he wanted to be with Katelyn, and he was willing to give up everything to make

I

Do you love her? She’s human. Her kind

others. She cares about me. She just wants to be included. Only the pack

in the tooth. In a few

thought about that before they tried to murder the

word actually pass your lips? You have known this woman a week, and you are giving everything up for her. What are you going to do, ask her to marry

to marry me? I’m a hell of a

it either. You are going to be exposed and vulnerable. Alone in the world

girl, and I’m

your wife. What are you going to tell her when she

married Katelyn, then they

tell her upfront. I’ll give her all the information before I

a human is one thing. Making one your

going to ask Katelyn to marry me and if she accepts.

won’t allow

said as he turned and walked out

***

had left her car with her parents when she had gone home with

Last week.

She had thought about Darrell all day. She had developed feelings for the man, and in such a short time, they had become so strong. Thanks to the imprinting,

him, but she feared the pack. Then again, if she just avoided Feral, the

then hopping into her car, saying goodnight to her parents. Katelyn tried to follow the directions Darrell had given her. They lead out to Pyramid Lake.

hung between two trees pulled taut like some kind of homemade movie screen. Darrell’s truck was parked with the tailgate down and facing the screen. The back of the truck bed was set up with blankets and pillows forming a cozy little bed. Between the truck bed and the screen was a small table

button-up dress shirt. He had even

walked toward him. “What is all this?” She asked as she reached his

of Netflix and chill.”

It was so

so long to

at her. “I hope you are

“Famished,” she smiled.

five-star restaurant dinner. He had made fried chicken with sweet cornbread, coleslaw, and a loaded baked potato. Instead of wine or champagne, there was a steel container filled with ice and cold beer. It was not classy or elegant, but it

was certainly more than Nigel would have ever

felt like she had known him all her life. She knew his deepest memories, and he knew hers. They had bonded

time necking in the bed of his truck. It was all intensely heated kisses and maddening heavy petting, but he never took it further. It was like being fifteen on lover’s lane