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.”

all in one day,” the woman

finish it, plus I’ll give you a ten percent discount,” the woman’s face lit up, and she took the offer. Once they were alone,

“You knew about that?”

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

had to do was look deeper, and he would know just

“With Aster?”

“With Katelyn.”

advancing on Darrell. “You went against our laws and gave a sacred

leave him. Was he in love? Was it even possible to fall in love that fast? Darrell was not sure, but what he knew was he wanted

I

yourself? Do you love

others. She cares about me. She just wants to be included.

leave the pack? Darrell, you are the next in line. I’m getting long in the tooth. In a few more years, the pack is going to need a new alpha. You are the only other alpha. The pack

should have thought about that before

Did that 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 catch. She

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

don’t care. I love that girl, and

devil’s advocate, let’s say she loves you too. Let’s say she agrees to be your wife. What are you going to tell her when she decided she wants children? Lycanthropes

He knew Gordon was right. If he married Katelyn, then they were both giving up the possibility of children.

all the information before

Fucking a human is one thing. Making one your

ask Katelyn

won’t allow it,”

asking your permission,” Darrell said as he turned and walked out the door.

***

with her parents when she had gone home

Last week.

It felt like a lifetime ago. 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, she

day in her old room, sitting in the window thinking about Darrell. She wanted to be with him, but she feared the pack. Then again, if she just avoided Feral, the pack might just leave her alone. She did not know if

it got late, then she changed for the night. Since this was an official date, she had cleaned up and dressed in her cutest little sundress and then hopping into her car, saying goodnight to her parents. Katelyn tried to follow the directions Darrell had given her. They lead out

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 with

leaned against the side of his truck, dressed in his best jeans and a black button-up dress shirt. He had even cleaned his boots and hat for the

is all this?” She

version of Netflix and

liked it. It

taken so long to

he smiled at her. “I hope

“Famished,” she smiled.

was impressed. It was a homemade meal. It was not exactly the 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

than

known Darrell for a week, but she felt like she had known

they spent the whole time necking in the bed of his truck. It was all intensely heated kisses and maddening heavy petting, but he never