Epilogue
Did I say at the beginning of this story that Leer would take me to hell and back? He opened the gates, anyway. His juices, mixing with mine, sped up the shift process for me. And I guess that it helped the
change over
of power in the pack.
From what I learned later, it was a long time in coming. It was a relief to have Leer take the alpha position. He’s not as hotheaded as Chaos was.
All I know is--I’ve got a lot to learn about werewolves. Who would have thought that the more wiry built wolf would dominate? Leer says it has more to do with heart and soul than size. Never underestimate the runt.
Though a werewolf’s idea of a runt, and mine, are too different things. But I think it’s good advice.
That’s why I keep my eyes on Fera at all times. I know there’s gonna come a day when she starts feeling--froggy. When she jumps, I’m gonna be ready.
I have to tell you something. Leer was right. He did get me pregnant that night. But who knows which time? I pray to God it was when we first did it. That was so sweet, so romantic to look back on. But then again, right there, in the center of the feasting pack, that was the essence of all that is…garou.
I love my werewolf. Did I say that already?
The End
Carys Weldon writes her romantic tales from a hollow in the Ozarks. She loves variety, whimsy, shadows and suspense. She also loves to paint--whether on canvas or on paper. She says, “A vivid picture is worth--taking a second look at. Go ahead, search for hidden meanings in my work. I love innuendo, subliminal messagery, and anything ponderous.”
Carys has won over one hundred awards in the last three to four years. Of most recent note in Romance and Erotica: Third place in the RWA Inner Vixen contest with Confessions of a BBW Cover Model, Mays Reviews Over the Moon Award of Excellence for Chaos, and a second place recently in the Writer's Zone Erotica competition at OCW for The Wet Spot.