| Author: | Francis Ashe | ISBN: | 9781465999399 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe | Publication: | February 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Francis Ashe |
| ISBN: | 9781465999399 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe |
| Publication: | February 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Not five minutes later, we ascended a low cliff and found the cabin. Jack shifted back to human form and knocked on the door, shamelessly naked.
“Yeah, what is it?” said a gruff voice from behind the door.
“It’s Jack – I’ve got someone who wants to meet you.” Jack replied.
The leader opened the door. He was just as shamelessly naked as Jack, and was quite a sight. I thought Jack was a big guy, but this man was a giant. Tree trunk legs, tapered to a trim waist, on top of which was a hard, stout chest and sloped shoulders. His hair was longer than Jack’s, and blond. I thought he was some kind of a Viking god.
“So you want to be a wolf, huh?” he said, curtly.
“Uh... yes sir,” I stammered, “I’ve been hanging out with Jack and I’d really...”
“Right, yeah,” he cut me off, “Listen, this hurts. Not the transforming part, but what has to happen to get you there. The way this works is that you have to be initiated into the pack by your patron, that would be Jack, and the pack leader, me. You sure you’re ready?”
As soon as I began to nod, the werewolf Viking clapped his hand on my throat.
“C’mere, Jack. This is your first one, isn’t it?” he said to Jack, “this one will be fun; he’s a strong little guy.”
Jack came to my side and looked at me in an almost feral way. Without a word he ran and hand through my hair and down my back.
“Get rid of his clothes.” The leader said.
My patron held my head down with one hand and took the collar of my shirt in his other, wrenching it until it began to tear. “What next, Magnus?”
Not five minutes later, we ascended a low cliff and found the cabin. Jack shifted back to human form and knocked on the door, shamelessly naked.
“Yeah, what is it?” said a gruff voice from behind the door.
“It’s Jack – I’ve got someone who wants to meet you.” Jack replied.
The leader opened the door. He was just as shamelessly naked as Jack, and was quite a sight. I thought Jack was a big guy, but this man was a giant. Tree trunk legs, tapered to a trim waist, on top of which was a hard, stout chest and sloped shoulders. His hair was longer than Jack’s, and blond. I thought he was some kind of a Viking god.
“So you want to be a wolf, huh?” he said, curtly.
“Uh... yes sir,” I stammered, “I’ve been hanging out with Jack and I’d really...”
“Right, yeah,” he cut me off, “Listen, this hurts. Not the transforming part, but what has to happen to get you there. The way this works is that you have to be initiated into the pack by your patron, that would be Jack, and the pack leader, me. You sure you’re ready?”
As soon as I began to nod, the werewolf Viking clapped his hand on my throat.
“C’mere, Jack. This is your first one, isn’t it?” he said to Jack, “this one will be fun; he’s a strong little guy.”
Jack came to my side and looked at me in an almost feral way. Without a word he ran and hand through my hair and down my back.
“Get rid of his clothes.” The leader said.
My patron held my head down with one hand and took the collar of my shirt in his other, wrenching it until it began to tear. “What next, Magnus?”
