Rane's Mate – Excerpt:
Kirby was surrounded by wolves. They were everywhere in this town. Maybe she had finally gone crazy. Werewolves didn't exist. They were make believe, made up things that were only found in scary movies. She'd had this feeling before but had ignored it, because it was only a person here or there. This time was bad. Kirby had an affinity for animals, she could kind of talk to them, and feel them. This feeling, however, was different.
Kirby opened her car door again, then shut it. She'd feel bad if she left though, because she'd be bailing on Faith's birthday weekend, and Kirby was so looking forward to going to the big day out. Being independent and discovering new things on her own was one of the reasons she'd moved away from her overbearing, overprotective family. Kirby sighed. Her brothers were not there to save her or protect her in the event the wolves weren't so friendly.
The front door burst open, and Faith pushed past the hottest man Kirby had ever seen in her life. He was probably Faith's husband. He was gorgeous—short, wavy brown hair, six three, maybe six four, and all muscle. As he got closer to the car she could see his eyes were an electric blue, and he had a sharp nose that hovered over his lips. Kirby gulped and squeezed her legs shut. She could feel he was a werewolf, an alpha wolf, and he was looking at her like prey.
Kirby locked the doors. Faith's eyebrows drew together and her mouth turned down in a frown as she turned to the gorgeous werewolf and punched him in the chest, yelling something at him. Then she shook the hand she had used to hit the werewolf. Another taller werewolf came out and grabbed the first one. This one was beautiful too, but not the same as the other. The second werewolf came over and kissed Faith's hand, then went to the first werewolf, pulling him back a couple of steps.
Faith came over to the car. Kirby slowly unlocked the door and opened it.
"Kirby, what's wrong? Rane didn't mean to scare you. He's really a big softy."
Kirby looked all around her before she whispered, "I'm going crazy. I've never had it this strong before." Looking up, straight into Faith's eyes, she continued. "We're surrounded by werewolves, they're everywhere in this town." She was so freaked out she yelled the last part.
Faith winced, muttering under her breath. "It's this pregnancy that's making me miss stuff. I'm an idiot." Faith took Kirby's hands in hers, looked her in the eyes, and spoke clearly this time. "You're an animal element or sensory, and I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry. I'm usually better at picking up these things, but I swear this pregnancy is putting me off. Kirby, I'm psychic, and a bunch of other things, but we'll keep to that one for now. No, you're not crazy, we are surrounded by werewolves, but they're good. They would never hurt you, and I'm not just saying that because I live with and mated one…well, us humans call it married. If you don't believe me, check for yourself. Tell me, what do you feel?"
Kirby took a step out of the car, closed her eyes, and tried to feel. She knew there were two werewolves near the house, but she felt no malice, or any desire to do her any harm. Kirby could feel two more in wolf form in the bushes, not far away, close enough that she tried to communicate with them. They didn't respond to her mind contact, though she did feel confusion from them and curiosity. Kirby did feel happy thoughts that she was there. Opening her eyes, she took another small step.
"Look, would it help if you saw one, got to touch a wolf? I promise you they won't hurt you." Nodding hesitantly, Faith yelled, "Blake, come here to us, slowly."
A beautiful, large black wolf with gray eyes ran out of the woods. He slowed a couple of feet away from them.
Faith walked up to him and looked over at Kirby as she said, "Okay, you're going to hear some growling, but just
ignore it. I do. It won't be from Blake here."
Kirby placed her hand on Blake's furred covered body, running it up and down.
Faith smiled. "See, he won't hurt you."
Kirby leaned down to get a better look. "He is beautiful."
Blake licked her face and she laughed. There was a vicious growl from behind her, which made Blake take a step back from her.
Kirby noticed that Faith frowned and shook her head and then looked at Kirby. "You ready to go inside now? Because my brother Bengie can only entertain Remy and Sara for so long."
Kirby nodded. "Yes, I'm fine now. Can Blake come inside? He'll keep me calm."
A wicked smile spread across Faith's face. "Don't worry, Kirby. Blake would love to play doggy, wouldn't you, Blake?"
Kirby kept her fingers in Blake's fur as they walked toward the house. Blake whined slightly, but followed her. The growling behind her continued, and curiosity got the better of her and she looked over her shoulder to see where it was coming from.