Free Huntress by Trina M Lee

Alexa O’Brien Huntress: A Prequel Short Story
    Trina M. Lee
    Published 2011
    Copyright © 2011, Trina M. Lee
    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.
    Manufactured in the United States of America
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    Dark Mountain Books
    This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
    The faintest sprinkle of rain descended all around. The chilly drops landed on my hair and eyelashes as I looked up into the dark night sky. I shivered and rubbed my arms briskly. I couldn’t decide if it was the cold or fear that caused me to shake.
    Watching the others bound off into the night left me feeling alone and more than a little abandoned. More than enough time had passed. Being a werewolf had grown easier in many ways. Yet, I still couldn’t shake the terror and insecurity that came with both the nudity as well as feeling like an outsider among my own pack.
    I felt like I was still so new, a stranger amid the rest. Shaz was a newer addition than I.
    Even he seemed to fit in better than I did. I didn’t belong here. I knew it deep down, in every part of me. It may have been the fact that I was born with metaphysical abilities, able to work energy.
    Or it could have been something else entirely. Either way, I couldn't shake it.
    Shaz had hung back upon noticing my hesitance to join the others. I stood in the clearing, watching our pack disappear into the forest. The weight of his jade green gaze was heavy and I almost wished he’d gone on without me.
    “Are you ok, Lex?”
    I met his eyes steadily. “Yeah, I just don’t feel like I belong here. With them. And with him.”
    I could be honest with Shaz. In fact, he was pretty much the only person I felt like myself around. At just nineteen, he was so young yet wise beyond his years. He would have been like the little brother I never had if he hadn’t been a werewolf. And strikingly beautiful whether in wolf form or not.
    Shaz nodded as if he understood. Maybe he did. “You love him.” Hearing someone else say it struck a chord deep within me. The truth really does hurt at times. In fact, it could cut like a knife.
    I laughed but it sounded fake, even to me. “Is it possible to love and loathe someone at the same time?”
    I was painfully aware of our nakedness. I angled my body away, trying to hide what he and the rest of the pack had already seen countless times. The self consciousness wasn’t something I could easily shake. I’d been a naive teenager when I was attacked. Entering into this world of creatures that stalk the night had proved incredibly difficult.
    I owed Raoul for everything he’d done for me. Taking me into his pack, teaching me that werewolves were not just B movie characters, he’d done so much for me. He was rough and ruggedly handsome with his long black hair, strong physique and take charge attitude. He was Alpha wolf for a reason.
    He was also maddeningly appealing to me in every way. Despite the fact that he was seventeen years older than my twenty-two years, I’d fallen for him. Hard.
    “If you just want to hang out here, I’ll stick around.” Shaz’ eyes were all wolf, not a speck of white showed. He needed to shift.
    “No, you go ahead. I’m fine. I’ll catch up.” He gave me a look of disbelief so I added,
    “Promise.”
    His hand on my shoulder was warm and unexpected. I could feel his wolf in his touch, waiting impatiently. He squeezed gently and nodded before turning away. The change stole over him swiftly and suddenly a large white wolf stood before me. His fur was just as white as his shock of platinum hair.
    He gave me one last look before