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“Sounds good. So,” Bruce lifted his glass for a toast. “Here"s to our clan. May the souls of our ancestors keep us safe from the smelly Blood Robbers.”

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Everyone at the table raised their glasses. Callum noticed when Marisol tasted her wine, her face turned comical. It was either she didn"t like the wine or she"d never had alcohol before.

Hours later, Marisol"s speech slurred. She could hardly stay in her seat. He had to put their chairs close together so he could anchor his arms on her shoulders.

He was having a great time watching Marisol enjoy the night. Her nervousness was gone and she was waving at everyone. What a happy drunk.

“Marisol, is this your first time to drink alcohol?” Asked Rodolf.

His brothers, Watt, and Bruce all looked at Marisol. They were obviously enjoying her company.

“Yup. Dad was overly protective of me, you see. He never let me go farther than two blocks from my house. That"s why our house, the barn and my Bisque It store are all connected.” She giggled. “This is my first time away from home, first time to drink, and I had my first time having sex with Callum. I was a virgihhhpppp.”

Callum covered Marisol"s mouth, but it was too late. His brothers and friends were already choking from laughter they were trying to suppress.

He stared at Marisol when she looked at her with her half asleep eyes, licking his palm. “Baby, I think it"s time for us to go.” He must take her back to their apartment before she blurted something she"d regret tomorrow.

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“No. Please stop moving, Callum. You"re making the room spin.”

Callum looked at his brothers for silent plea for help, which he was glad they offered right away.

Victor stood up. “Well, time to roll. As much as we"d like to hang with you all, there are humans in need of protecting up above.”

“Green Day concert tonight, Callum. Lots of goofy teenagers wandering around downtown Seattle. Seattle"s Best needs us.” Bruce took another sip of his wine and finished it with a big ahhh. “Good stuff. Thanks Callum. Hope you save a bottle for your honeymoon.”

After what seemed to be endless goodbyes, he was able to take Marisol back to their room. His baby would definitely suffer from her first hangover tomorrow.

Callum smiled remembering the hilarity on his brothers and friends faces.

He helped Marisol remove her provocative dress, skimming her skin as he undid the buttons on the back. She had such exquisite skin. Smooth, unblemished and soft to touch. Down to her strapless lacy bra and white thong, Callum couldn"t stop staring at Marisol. His body reacted swiftly and badly. He wanted to make love with her right that minute but Marisol looked asleep already while standing.

She yawned lustily then crawled to bed. “I had fun tonight, Callum. I think your clan likes me now.”

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“Hard not to like you, love.”

“God, I"m so sleepy. I have to give Doctor Yousney the poultice. Someone might need it soon.”

He hoped to god that his brother and the others wouldn"t need the poultice tonight or tomorrow. Or never. Ty coming close to dying reminding him how fragile even the Shape-shifters lives were. “Sleep and we"ll go see Doctor Yousney tomorrow.”

Callum removed his clothes then joined Marisol. He didn"t have to tuck her in beside him, which he"d been doing since they began sleeping together because Marisol scooted closer to spoon with him.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Marisol.”

Unlike the other days, tomorrow would be different. He would be facing it with Marisol. He kissed her hair and inhaled her scent. What a remarkable woman. She gave her trust and care quite easily. Perhaps it was the reason why she was the one chosen to carry the burden of bleeding herself to save others. Her unselfish act proved how kind she was. Doctor Yousney couldn"t believe it when Marisol asked if it were possible to send a jar of poultice to Atos without putting the courier"s life in jeopardy.

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Callum closed his eyes. Youven"s sword was safe and in the hands of a woman who possessed great power to heal wounds. How cool was that?

Marisol moved again. Her ass pressed hard on his thickening cock. Callum laced their hands together. He looked at the ring around her finger. His chest swelled from his overwhelming love for Marisol. “Baby, you"re my beautiful soul. I love you.”

“And you"re my Wolf. I love you, too.”

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Key Arena, Downtown Seattle

Victor, Watt, and Bruce finally cornered four Blood Robbers that snagged the young group of teenagers coming home from watching the Green Day concert at the Seattle Arena. The back alley was perfect. Last thing he wanted was exposing the unsuspecting humans to a blood bath.

The Blood Robbers pinned the kids beneath their massive paws.

“Let the kids go, you son of a bitch.” Victor snarled.

The inky black wolf snarled back.
“Bad human soul is a good food for us. That’s how
it work, Midnight Howl. These are no good for nothing scum. They must die. ”

“Not under our watch, asshole. Let him go.” Watt spat.

The wolf replied by biting the stunned kid"s neck. Screams from the other kids and Bruce"s shout bounced off the walls.

“You"ll die, Blood Robber.” Bruce shifted then attacked. With his speed, the Blood Robber didn"t get a chance to react. He was dead before he hit the 325

pavement—headless. The body disintegrated. Within seconds the head, too, turned into ashes. The kids ran away screaming.

Victor didn"t bother shifting. He pulled his double sword from its scabbard strapped on his back. It didn"t take him long before he beheaded two wolves. He looked around. Watt was just finishing off the other wolf. The acrid smell of disintegrating body mingled in the nauseating piss and garbage coming from the alley.

Thank god for small blessings, Victor thought. He kneeled beside the dead boy"s body.
Damn, he must be no more than nineteen. Too young to die.
He leaned even closer and then sniffed. Just as he thought. The kid was clean. Not drunk and he didn"t pick up the pungent aroma of marijuana. The fucking Blood Robbers were killing innocent kids.

Victor noticed the plastic bag the kid still held. In it were a birthday card and a Green Day T-shirt. Anger and sadness rioted in his chest when he read the card. The kid bought it for his sister. Damn.

Heart breaking, he tucked the bag in his back pocket then cradled the kid in his arms. He"d leave him outside the hospital. His kind would know what to do with him. As to the card, he"d make sure his sister gets it.

Don’t worry, kid. Your sister will know you didn’t forget her birthday. With all of my
heart, I promise you that.

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Author Bio

Tierney O"Malley graduated from PATTS College of Aeronautics and worked for an airline company. She also worked for a non‐governmental organization dedicated to the conservation of natural resources. Her debut novella, To Trust a Wicked Man, is published by Cobblestone Press. She resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, their two daughters and a golden retriever.

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