Free Weremones by Buffi BeCraft-Woodall Page B

Me.”
    Brandon relaxed against him. Adam caught him, careful not to hurt the boy and stared deep into the brown depths.
    “What do you see?” He whispered.
    “I see a forest. I’ve never seen one like it before.”
    Brandon sounded surprised and awed that he’d found The Forest, the psychic plane that connected all of their kind. Wolven were all a little psychic. It stood to reason that their connection to one another and the Earth would be too.
    “And?”
    Adam prodded, gently, lest he break the fragile bond he’d forged. If he failed here, he would fail with the rest.
    “I see … everyone.” Brandon closed his eyes and smiled faintly. He reached up to touch Adam’s bare chest, laid a hand flat over his heart. “The Pack … all packs, running in the forest together. Hunting.”
    Carefully, he drew the boy close, and rubbed his chin over the top of Brandon’s head, amazed at the feeling of possession that welled up inside.
    His … boy, brother, pack, son. The words didn’t matter only the meaning.
    Mine. The wolf howled. Power filled him, driven by instinct. He staked his claim.
    This is mine. Let no one trespass on what I have claimed.
    The wolf needed to seal the bond. In case the boy fought him, he shifted his hold so that he cradled the boy’s head in one hand. With a quick slice of one claw, Adam opened a wound in his own chest near Brandon’s mouth. Blood welled and ran down his chest.
    Brandon blinked and jerked back, but Adam held tight guiding the pup to what it needed.
    “Shhh. Drink.” Words came, an ancient ritual that welled from deep inside Adam’s soul. From his core.
    “Blood to blood. Brother to brother. Hunt to hunt. Heart to heart. Run with me brother. My Heart, my Hunt, my Pack.”
    The pup, his pup, nuzzled at his chest. Adam threw back his head and howled, loud and long. He called his pack to him. He threw his power out, touching those he claimed as his own, demanding attendance.
    Come! Now! Come All! Brothers! Attend Your Sire!
    Adam opened his eyes. He looked down at Brandon, cradled in his arms. The boy’s face was flushed pink with the power of the ritual and his Sire’s blood. His eyes drooped and he rested quiet beside the wound on Adam’s chest.
    The rest of the boys lay in a pile at Adam’s feet, each in a different state of Change. The office door was askew on its hinges where the boys had obeyed the compulsion to come. Bradley grinned up at Adam, flashing fangs. His eyes glowed feral in the room. Mark and Seth looked like the adolescent wolf-men they were. Rick the wolf lay on his side and panted, happy.
    Adam lowered himself, and Brandon, to the floor. The rest of his small pack claimed their piece of their Sire. Soon, Adam was the center of a great sleepy pile on his office floor. He was a part of them and they, him. There was nothing obscene or perverse in their bond.
    Distantly, the telephone rang. He ignored it, knowing instinctively who the caller was, because of past blood shared. He’d make peace later for the compulsion over a beer and pizza. All was as it should be.
    Adam closed his eyes and felt for the faint psychic bonds that held him to each member of his pack. He scratched behind the ear of the wolf curled up next to his side and smiled. Time would make the pack bond strong. The Anderson Pack would live and grow strong.

Chapter Six
    Diana woke up in her car. It was dark out and the motor was running. She didn’t remember anything past doing the dishes after dinner.
    Why was she out here? Where was she going?
    She killed the engine and got out of the car on shaky legs. She still had the feeling that she should be somewhere important, but couldn’t imagine where.
    Inside, Diana set her keys on the counter. On second thought, she moved them to the top of the refrigerator, a place she never put them, and started toward her room. The clock in the living room said eight forty-five. Karen lay sprawled on the couch. Matthew had taken over the coffee table