Very un-wolfy of me to care about “feelings” and “first times,” but I cherished mine. I’d been through three seasons, and no matter how sex-crazed I became, I had never given into my carnal desires. “Why are you always so damn picky, girl?”Īt the age of nineteen, I was the only virgin she-wolf in our whole pack. “Ugh.” I could almost hear Michelle’s voice reverberating in my head. Trying to set me up with three of her brother’s friends, all who seemed perfectly decent and who’d been blunt that they thought me fit for a good time in the sack, Michelle couldn’t understand why I’d turned each of them down. She’d already paired up in advance, as was common among unmated wolves before the Haze. Michelle, my best friend, was dead-set on finding me a fuck-buddy. Putting aside my school-girl crush, I knew I was better off that way. To Aiden Norwood, the Alpha of the second largest pack in the United States, I didn’t exist. He was ten years older, and like most werewolves, only interested in someone his own age. What did it matter to me who Aiden screwed? It’s none of your business, I chided myself. Then what was it? What was to come of our beloved Alpha if he had no partner when the Haze struck? Why? A secret mate? No, the Pack gossips would’ve sniffed her out by now. Some said it’d been months since Aiden had taken any women to bed, that he was distancing himself from everyone. If that was one of the reasons he was here, ignoring the girls, brooding by the riverbank. Looking at Aiden now, I wondered if the rumors swirling around him were true. In other words, there was no one in the Pack older than sixteen who was a virgin. Those who didn’t have mates found a temporary partner instead and fooled around to their heart’s content. Once or twice a year, this unpredictable hunger, this physical need would infect all of us in the pack. It was the time of year when every werewolf from the age of sixteen and older goes mad with lust, the season where everyone-and I mean everyone-fucks like crazy. His beauty reminded me that the Haze was fast approaching. Bent over, eyes searching like a feral animal’s, he seemed, in this instance, already halfway there.Ī man, yes. But now I could see how his biceps bulged from his shirt, how his spine curved to accommodate his transformation. Even surrounded by others, the Alpha looked alone. If he were to see me now, if he were to see what I was drawing…īut then, to my relief, he looked back out at the water, becoming lost again in some dark reverie. I was just beginning to work on those eyes when he turned his head and sniffed. Towering at six feet five, with disheveled jet black hair and golden-green eyes that seemed to change color every time he turned his head, Aiden was the definition of mouth-watering. Sure, I knew it was a risk to draw the Alpha. He looked like he wanted to be left alone. The Alpha walked toward the water, ignoring the gaggle of girls following him. Where I’m just me, Sienna Mercer, a nineteen-year-old red-headed self-taught artist. Or maybe it’s just a spotĪ secret place where I’m not one of the pack. Maybe it’s the water when every one of us burns with a fire within. Maybe it’s the calm when we’re always expected to be wild. You don’t find a lot of our kind hanging out around here. Not at the riverbank where I go to draw and clear my mind. I turned to see a group of girls, surrounding him. That could mean only one thing: the Haze was coming.īut before I gave the haze or my drawing another thought, the sound of nearby giggling distracted me. I had drawn a most disturbing… and sexual vision. Sitting by the riverbank, sketchbook in hand, I looked down, disbelieving, at my own work. Until I was one with the violent, sexual madness…completely consumed.

With sharp teeth and a black tongue, licking its lips, about to swallow me whole. Life-threatening.Īny second now, the darkness was going to catch me.Īs I felt a root snake its way around my leg, I tripped and fell down a gaping hole at the center of the forest. Grotesque orgies everywhere turning violent. Something inhuman.Īnd now the mouths weren’t moaning. Something out there in the dark was chasing me. Others, with gnarled roots and spindly branches, looked like predators. Saying, join us…īut the deeper into the woods I ran, the darker and more alive the forest became. I ran through a forest, panting, trying to escape the carnal phantoms around me, which seemed to be summoning me. Everywhere I turned, there were bodies shuddering.

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