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.”

do it all in one day,” the woman

tomorrow and I 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, Gordon turned to face Darrell. “Ok, what is going on? Is this about what happened

“You knew about that?”

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

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

“With Aster?”

“With Katelyn.”

on Darrell. “You went against our

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

I

to yourself? Do you love her? She’s

She cares about me. She just wants to be included. Only the pack drove her off. So, I have decided. I’m leaving the pack. I’m heading out on my

few more years, the pack is going to need a new alpha. You are the only other alpha. The pack

that before they tried

are giving everything up for her. What are you going to do, ask her to marry you? You are not even

what if I ask her to marry me? I’m a hell of a catch. She might say

pack is never going to accept a human member. The humans are never going to accept it either. You are going to be exposed and vulnerable. Alone in the

don’t care. I love that girl, and I’m

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 and humans can’t breed. It is a physical impossibility. Like

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

her all the information

a human is one thing. Making one your mate, it is unheard of. It will

work. I’m going to ask Katelyn to marry me and if she accepts. I’m leaving the pack. I just wanted you

allow it,”

as he turned and walked

***

glad she had left her car with her parents when she had gone home with Nigel last

Last week.

and contemplating living with Nigel. So much had changed in seven days. 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,

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 that was true, but she certainly hoped it was because tonight she was seeing Darrell again. Hopefully not

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

white Christmas lights stretched from one tree to another, basking the small clearing in a soft glow. A large white sheet was 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 with two chairs. The table was set with dinner and a small mason jar

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

toward him. “What is all

Netflix and chill.”

liked it. It was

must have taken so long to set this

he smiled at her. “I

“Famished,” she smiled.

to the table and pulling out the chair for her. Looking at the plate, Katelyn 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 one hundred percent Darrell, and she thought it

than

both experienced during the imprinting. It was strange. She had known Darrell for a week, but she felt like she had known him all her life. She knew his deepest memories, and he knew hers. They had bonded on

dinner, they crawled into the back of the truck to cuddle and watch a movie. Katelyn did not know what movie they were watching, and she did not care because 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 took it further. It was like being fifteen on lover’s lane again. Only this