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  Lycell took a look at his options and decided to roll down the hill. “What do I have to lose? It couldn’t get any worse,” he muttered.

  He leaned over and remembered how as a child he would roll down a steep hill. So he began his decent and he rolled over branches and rocks covered by the deep snow. Now he didn’t feel the pain of his shoulder and the weight of his legs.

  Freedom descended over him as he moved like a snowball down a mountain. He closed his eyes, and when he stopped moving, he opened them and he could hear the rushing water. It was much closer now.

  Rolling over on his stomach he resumed letting his large muscular arms do the work once again.

  Crawling to the bank, he leaned over and saw his face in the clear cold water. He slanted his head to the side. Who is this? He didn’t even recognize his own face. “What the fuck.”

  Thirsty he lapped up the sparkling water. He saw fish swimming in the stream and he leaned further than he should have to catch it, and to his surprise, he reached for it and with a quick grasp he had the fish in his hand.

  Laughing and examining it he said, “I bet if I had used bait and a fishing rod I wouldn’t have been this lucky.”

  Turning in the direction of the sound, Lycell spotted a large pregnant black bear headed his way looking for a last minute meal before hibernating. He had nowhere to go but into the freezing water.

  Falling forward with a large splash he tumbled into the icy river. The brisk cold flowing water moved him and the fish he grasp firm in his hand. Hunger motivated him and he wouldn’t drop the fish because he didn’t know if he would have food again or be alive to appreciate eating. Especially if another bear waited for him at the end of this river.

  Lycell didn’t have much fight left, he let it take him along with limbs and fallen trees. What could he do? His arms were now cold and stiff. His legs had long ceased to work. He was like a log caught up in the currents of the water, and it wouldn’t stop until it came to the end of its destination, and that was soon.

  He heard the waterfall before he saw it, but he couldn’t do anything about it. All he could do was hope that he would see another day where he could find that woman and look into her eyes.

  That was his short term plan for now. Live long enough to see the beautiful woman.

  As the waterfall came near, he closed his eyes and said a prayer. He didn’t know how or why he learned to pray, but wanted to pray. Could it be his mother had taught him? And then he saw his mother. He recognized her face as his mother as his naked cold body was being pulled over the waterfall and down with the stream of water.

  He had for some unexplained reason remembered his mother’s face. He felt relieved to know the beautiful woman wasn’t his mother. Maybe his memory was coming back.

  Did he have to go through another traumatic incidence to retrieve his memory, he thought. He couldn’t handle many more like this. He lay holding on to a large branch as he came up for breath. All appeared calm now. It wasn’t snowing, he could see the sunlight and for once he was at peace moving along. Did he just die from his fall? He wondered.

  Glancing in his hand in a tight grip lay the fish. It was still alive and he was alive. He bit the head off and spit it away and took a bite of it as he spit out the scales. That would keep him for a time. He discovered things about him that confounded him. For one he was a terrific swimmer. He smiled at the thought. But what was it about him where he could survive in the cold of winter and a freezing lake, and barely feel the cold.

  Reaching and grabbing on to a branch of a tree, Lycell pulled himself to the bank. He still had his strength. But that was a mystery. Never had he heard of this before. He didn’t think there was anything unusual about him. He was a man and his endurance would go only so far.

  With his arms splayed out and him lying on his stomach, he laid there breathing hard. He didn’t think he had any more strength to crawl with his arms. His arms had worked enough and they were tired and injured from the gunshot wounds. His breathing loud and shallow, he lay there until he could figure out what to do next.

  He didn’t remember falling asleep, but when he woke, a snowflake had settled on his lips waking him from his dreams and bringing him into his nightmare. Heavy snow had completely covered him. Lying in that spot he could freeze to death. He had to keep moving and moving he did. The land was more leveled now and the trees less dense. Lycell pulled his powerful arms through the grass with his once strong legs moving helplessly along.

  Because he hadn’t used his legs, so he thought they were still inoperative and besides they hurt.

  Darkness had taken over the starless sky. But he kept moving until he reached a small cabin setting alone surrounded by high grass. When the clouds moved he could see the moonlight. It wasn’t hard to make out that the house had been deserted long ago. The panes in the windows, those that remained, were cracked and broken. The shutters had fallen off on the windows from what Lycell could see. Parts of the roof set discarded on the porch.

  It would take a few more minutes to reach it. So he kept going through soft snow and rotten planks until he touched the door. The door creaked open. It had been abandoned alright.

  “Shelter,” he whispered. “Food. I need food.” He crawled and hobbled around looking under the cabinets. “Nothing,” he said in despair. Pulling himself up as he leaned on a stick he found, trying to stand on his feet, he held on to the counter with one hand leaning on it, and searched the top of the cabinets with the other hand.

  Pulling down broken plates, not finding anything to eat, he sunk down near an old wood stove.

  There was no way he could warm himself. Then he spotted a blanket lying on a broken chair near the table. He grabbed it and roll himself in it to sleep. But how could he sleep? He had to figure out how to get out of the woods and to a highway.

  From what he knew, he had traveled miles from where he first started out and crawled and walked with the help of a stick for a crutch. He headed north away from his home, but he didn’t know that. All he thought about was he had to find the woman in his dreams.

  Obviously the cabin had been abandoned and therefore no one would come to help him.

  Then he heard a blood curdling cry of a pack of wolves. “Oh fuck me. It’s over,” Lycell whispered to himself. He crawled around looking for something to build a fire but nothing he could see or reach. He tried to hide in one of the cabinets, but it was too small or filled with junk. Pulling the bottles and tools out, he tried squeezing in the open door. It was too small and his legs hung out.

  Listening he knew the wolves were coming and he had to find a place to go. When he looked in front of him there was a door. “A basement,” he murmured. Crawling on the floor he reached the door to the basement as he heard the sound of paws on the creaking old floors. Leaning up he reached for the knob. He exhaled. “Locked!”

  Placing himself in a corner with the stove on one side, and an old fridge on the other, Lycell sat huddled in the middle of the two. He touched on the floor and felt a large knife with jagged edges, and with his long fingers he pulled it to him.

  Lycell didn’t ever remember being this afraid in his life. It wasn’t that he was afraid to die, he didn’t want to leave the woman.

  If he had to leave he wasn’t going easy because he wanted to find the woman whose face haunted him. If he could only remember her name he would be happy, but it wouldn’t come. Lycell closed his eyes and for some reason he opened them moments later.

  When he looked through the dark, he saw four pairs of yellow eyes staring at him. These were the wolves who would put him out of his misery, he thought. But they stood there gazing at him not blinking as if waiting for instructions.

  The Alpha of the pack took a few steps in Lycell’s direction. He raised his knife. A large kitchen knife caught the wolf’s eye. The blade sharp and glowing. But that wouldn’t stop the wolves from attacking. They would circle him patiently waiting for their chance. Waiting for him to fall asleep. If it took all night
they would never leave until they got their prey.

  Then the Alpha raised his head and let out a howl. The beta wolves barked a low whimper. Before the Alpha lowered his head he took one more step in Lycell direction, sniffed, and backed off. And the other three followed him into another room. The Alpha turned quickly and back again, and the three shadowed him out of the house leaving Lycell sitting on the cold floor tired, hungry, sleepy, broken, bewildered, and dying.

  When Lycell finally closed his eyes, Damon was opening his.

  Chapter 12

  Damon blue eyes opened quickly. He heard the call of a wolf but it was so far away he thought nothing of it.

  Watching at the girl lying near him. Her naked body mingling with his as they lay entwined on the large bed. Her head lying on his soft silken hair on his chest. Her nipples tickling him as she turned to place her hand around him.

  His fingers tracing a path from her neck to her breasts.

  He raked his hands through his dark curly hair wondering how he got so lucky. How beautiful, young, and innocent. She is his now. He sighed and gave a small smile of satisfaction as he stared down at her.

  She opened her eyes looking up at him leaning over her. He gave out a warm smile and said, “Did I hurt you?”

  “Why would you ask that?”

  “Because my penis is somewhat...large.”

  “I wouldn’t know how large it is as I have nothing to compare it to. You are my first. I never saw one before until now. But I am sore, if that’s what you mean? Her long eyelashes covering a pair of large eyes flashed at him. “I enjoyed everything we did together.” She gave out a moan of pleasure and snuggled up against him.

  “I enjoyed you, too.” Damon passed her a satisfied closed smile. He stood and walked into the next room, and came back to the girl and handed her a robe.

  “What’s this?” she asked. “It’s a robe to cover yourself. When I bring you home you can’t walk around with nothing on or that poncho.”

  The girl stood. Damon watched at her, his eyes hungry and his cock full again not getting enough of her. He wanted to have her now and again, but he was the one son who used restraint. He didn’t like to be controlled by anything.

  He wanted to be in control, but he couldn’t help himself when it came to dealing with his brother Tracker. He needed to wipe that arrogant smirk from Tracker’s face and he did, but it cost him.

  Tracker deserved it if for no other reason than he disrespected Saadia, he thought. She would be Tracker’s problem now, and there wouldn’t be any interference from him, now that he had found someone and he could have his own pack and his own family. He could finally become an Alpha and get his brothers’ respect.

  “After we eat, then I’ll take you to your home,” Damon said.

  “My home? I don’t want to go there. Why are we going there?” The girl sat up, her eyes wide, her voice shaky with fright. She trembled all over. Damon didn’t know if it was from the cold or if she was afraid of something.

  “But you have to go there because it’s where you will find your true identity. I need to know what to call you and who you are.”

  “You know who I am. I’m half werewolf and half human. Just like you. And I’m your mate. I want to be with you forever.”

  “But I need to know your name. I have a name. I’m Damon Samsa and my mother is Adrienne and my father is Lycell Samsa. You need to know if only for our pups.”

  “What does it matter my parents are dead. They are dead,” the girl whispered and sobbed. “All it will do is make me sad.”

  Tears pooled in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. Damon placed his hand to her face to wipe away her tears. Fear gripped her and she began to shake. He pulled the girl into his arms. She lay her head on his chest. He brushed her hair to the side, and she wrapped her arms around his waist.

  She had been afraid of what she would find at the cabin. Maybe it was the skeletons he came across before, but he hid them in the basement.

  “It has to be done. We’ll just stay for a few minutes just to get pictures and maybe there is a record of your birth. It would help if I knew how old you are. I can’t officially marry a teenager. It’s just not done around here or within our pack.”

  “What if I’m a teen? Will you send me back to live in the woods alone?”

  “I wouldn’t do that. You will stay with us until you’re old enough to marry me. My mother will protect you.”

  “From what?”

  “From a werewolf like me.” He smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips.

  Damon felt different about her. He had fallen in love. He didn’t know why she made him feel happy and grown up, but she did.

  Before he didn’t think of her as a mate, but after being inside of her he didn’t want anyone to have her like that. Maybe that’s what Tracker felt, but he wouldn’t be like Tracker. He would claim every part of her and she would have his pups and he would stay with her and protect her from the outside world.

  He knew the girl loved him, and now he had the same feelings. It had been a selfish thought at first. All he wanted to do was relieve his tension and fuck her.

  They had come to an agreement earlier. Generally it had been his arrangement. He would take her as a mate and give her a family where she could be protected and belong. He didn’t know why he felt strongly about that part, but as a werewolf, it was essential to their existence to belong to a pack.

  Now Damon’s feelings had gone beyond just mating with her. She belonged to him like his mother belonged to his father and uncles, but with a slight difference. He wouldn’t have to share her sweet innocent body with anyone. She was his. And he liked that.

  There weren’t many werefemales he knew about in the area. Plenty of werepanthers and tiger shifters, all kinds of female cat shifters, but werefemales, there were a shortage of them except if you counted Robert and Mena’s girls.

  But Damon easily forgot about Mena’s girls when he came across this one.

  When he finally convinced the girl that it was the best for both of them to discover her parentage, they started out for her home after breakfast.

  A cold glass of milk and raw meat. One thing about werefemales, they ate like their counterparts. Uncooked red meat would be on their diet, and because of that, Damon found the girl appealing. And if he wanted to have her on all fours from behind, he was sure there wouldn’t be a debate about that. Since they had already got that out of the way last night.

  It was unusual to find a human female that would go along with the type of lovemaking werewolves found desirable. Tracker had spelled that out to him in his crude way.

  Damon found pleasure in having a female dig into his back with her long nails as he fucked her hard. He even liked a little bite on his neck when he nipped at her. And like his brother Tracker, he didn’t mind if she drew blood. It would make for an exciting night.

  Stopping one hundred miles out going north, to let the girl catch her breath, Damon said, “Can’t keep up? I know a werefemale that can out run me.”

  She stopped and looked at him. “I know. You talk in your sleep. I bet her name is Saadia.” And the girl took off running. She glanced back and said, “Now who’s out of breath and can’t keep up.”

  “I was just motivating you,” he said breathless.

  “Like calling me Saadia as you’re making love to me,” she said jogging fast alongside Damon.

  “You heard that?” he said embarrassed and ashamed. His voice low and apologetic.

  “You were in my ear and I’m a werefemale remember. I think I can hear as well as you even if I can’t run and hunt as well. But then you were more fortunate than me. You had parents to teach you.”

  “I thought you were going to say it was because you weren’t born a male.” He shot her a slanted smile.

  “I wouldn’t say that because being a female has more advantages. Like knowing what’s good for them, and not having sex until they fall in love.”

  Then she sprinted away from
him only pausing when she spotted the cabin at a distance. She walked to the clearing where the cabin stood. Damon glanced at her. He liked seeing her in a pair of tight jeans, and a shirt under a fur jacket. It was one that had belonged to his mother which his father gave to her as a present on her birthday.

  Lycell had hunted and killed beavers, and had a coat made from the pelts for Adrienne. It was heavy and a beautiful dark brown. His mother loved the coat, but left it in the cave to wear later. Damon remembered the commotion that had ensued because Lycell thought she cared more about Wilder’s gift than his.

  After the uproar they disappeared into their room and didn’t leave for two days.

  When the girl stopped in front of the cabin she sniffed around. “Do you smell it?” Damon lifted his nose in the air. He hadn’t noticed anything.

  “What? What is it you smell?” She smiled at him. At least her sense of smell had been sharper than Damon’s and she felt good about that.

  “Wolves? They left their scent to keep us out,” the girl said as a caution to Damon.

  “Not me. Not a werewolf. You can’t run off a werewolf.” Damon walked guardedly into the room with the small brick fireplace. Some of the crumbling bricks were lying on the floor. Stepping around them, he reached for pictures on the mantle. He pulled the pictures off without looking at them and tucked them into his knapsack.

  Then he moved around the room looking for any signs of a wolf’s den, but he was sure it wouldn’t be in the house. He didn’t know why they left their scent. Was it to ward off bears? What exactly are they trying to protect?

  His answer came when he stepped into the kitchen and saw a man, his hair long with a beard, slumped over against the wall. The man had a knife in his hand and he was naked under a red and black checkered quilt. The blanket had been made with pieces of men shirts and girls dresses.

  Damon moved close and poked at the lifeless man hunkered in a corner, and the knife fell from his hand on to the rotten linoleum floor.