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Every young boy has had a crush on his babysitter, and Billy was no different. Feeling bitter that he even needed a babysitter at the age of twelve, and that Janet no longer saw him as a friend or treated him like an equal, Billy made plans to hedge in on her evening of hanging out with her friends.

Armed with a drone equipped with a spy camera and the contents of his dad’s liquor cabinet, he set out on a mission to find maturity. And if that mission let him stumble upon a little bare skin, so be it.

Things would take a drastic turn for Billy as one of Janet’s friends pulls out a Ouija board. Summoning make-believe spirits was one thing, but what this group of teens were about to summon would break the bonds of friendship and lay waste to a house full of the wasted.

The Babysitter is a twisted new take on demonic possession with a humerous undertone to offset the horrific events that Billy was about to witness firsthand.

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Chapter 2

“What in the hell is going on up here?�

I was too busy gasping for breath to hear her approach my door. I jumped out of my skin at the sound of her reproach.

“Nothing,� I croaked.

Janet crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows. She glanced around the room, knowing that I was lying, and the corners of her mouth twitched in a self-satisfied smirk as her eyes landed on the abandoned glass and the wet spot on the carpet. “Nothing?� she asked with a musical lilt to her voice. She walked over to the glass, picked it up and took a huge sniff. “Doesn’t smell like nothing.�

“I didn’t� I wasn’t� I…� I had no excuses. She caught me red-handed. “I was curious.� I offered a noncommittal shrug as a last resort for a defense.

She cocked her head, her smirk growing. “Curious? Are you trying to be a big boy now?�

My cheeks blazed with the heat of indignation. “Jesus, Janet, I’m not seven!�

“Aw,� she cooed. Her smirk fell from her face as she glanced over at my nightstand. “No, you’re twelve, and you shouldn’t be drinking. And you definitely shouldn’t be looking at naked women in mag…�

My heart jumped into my throat as I watched her storm over to the nightstand and snatch the magazine. I looked away, the scarlet hue of my cheeks deepening.

“Is this supposed to be me?�

“No, God.� I scraped my toes against the carpet. “Her name is Christy.�

“Oh my God, you little perv. You’ve been fiddling yourself while you look at this and imagining me, haven’t you?�

I fought the urge to run. Where would I run? I could never admit that I had; the humiliation alone would kill me. Yet, I knew better than to deny it. She would be able to see through any feeble denial I had to offer. Hell, just the way she looked at me told me that she knew that I had. My best course of action was not to say anything.

Janet looked back at her naked doppelganger, and her eyes sparkled. “It’s kind of flattering.� The delighted light died when her eyes turned back to me. “Don’t get me wrong, this is creepy as fuck, but it’s still kind of flattering. So, tell me, what do you think about when you do it?�

“Oh, God,� I groaned. I prayed for aliens to swoop down and abduct me, even if I have to suffer their probe. Anything would be better than suffering this conversation. My entire plan of showing her that I was mature had drained with the liquor that soaked into the carpet.

Janet giggled and tossed the magazine on the bed. “Okay, I won’t embarrass you anymore. Let’s talk about the liquor. How much did you take? If your dad notices it missing, he’s going to blame me.�

“I-I didn’t take much,� I informed her. “I only took a splash from each bottle.�

“W³ó²¹³Ù?â€� She grabbed her belly as she laughed. “Eeewww. How did that taste?â€�

“Like the gates of hell opened in my mouth.�

She laughed even harder. I smiled slightly. I missed the sound of her laughter and felt comforted by it, even if it was at my expense. She ruffled my hair. “You’re supposed to take a shot from each, but drink them separately and mix them with soda.�

“Oh.� That would have been useful information before I tried to gulp it down like an idiot.

Her expression softened. “I’ll tell you what; I’ll go downstairs and make you a drink. How does that sound?�

I trailed my head from side to side. “I don’t know.�

“It’ll be good, trust me.�

“Well, okay.� The way she was talking to me now was much better than her earlier patronizing tone. Maybe my chance of her seeing me as a grown up wasn’t completely lost after all.

“Awesome. But there’s one condition.� Her eyes grew cold. “I’m having some friends over, and I want you to stay in your room for the rest of the night. Understood?�

And there it was; she still saw me as a goofy little kid. My heart sank into my stomach. “Whatever.�

She ruffled my hair. “Cheer up, Billy. You’re still going to have fun. You’ll have booze…� She leaned over me, her breasts brushing my shoulder, and grabbed the Hustler from my bed. “…and I’ll let you have some fun thinking about me.� She pushed the magazine firmly against my chest.

Even as my hands moved up to clutch the magazine, my cheeks heated up, and I looked away, my body humming with humiliation.

Janet bent down, picked up the glass and then rushed out of my room. Just as she crossed the doorway, she looked over her shoulder, a huge grin planted on her face. “I’m going to make you a drink. Please wait until after I come back and am gone again before you get pervy.�

“Shut up,� I mumbled and turned away from her before she could see the hot, stinging tears that were filling my eyes. I dropped the magazine to the floor and kicked it under my bed. Rage and humiliation flooded me. This had to be the most embarrassing thing that I had ever experienced. How was I supposed to convince her that I was mature now?

Through wet, blurry eyes, I saw the one thing that could make me smile through my meltdown, my drone. Sitting on top of my bookshelf, the micro camera stared back at me. Maybe I wasn’t “mature� enough to hang out with Janet and her friends, but that didn’t mean I had to miss out on the experience. With a five-inch diameter, the drone could very well go unnoticed by drunken, partying teens.

I snatched up the remote that set next to the drone and turned it on. I looked around sporadically for my tablet, found it in my desk drawer, and then I synced the app to the drone. My tear-streaked, red cheeks, watery brown eyes and sweat-drenched brown locks stared back at me. No wonder why Janet didn’t take me seriously, I looked like a frightened child. I shook away the thought, and focused on the business at hand.

I had to act fast.

Holding the speaker on my tablet to my ear, I whispered, “Here’s lookin� at you, kid.� My voice resounded in my ear with crystal clarity. I took a deep breath, held it in with my budding excitement, tossed the remote and tablet on my bed, and then ran down to the living room, clutching the drone.

I heard Janet rummaging around in the kitchen and exhaled in relief. I spun around, looking for the best spot to hide the drone that would offer the best view, and decided on the entertainment center. I opened the glass door to the top right cubby and set the drone on the shelf, next to a wedding photo of my parents. They were barely older than Janet was in the photo, three short years before my mom died giving birth to me.

I closed the door and spun around to see Janet walk in with two glasses, which, by appearances, looked no more ominous than regular soda. Yet, I knew better, and that knowledge put a smile on my face. She was voluntarily giving me alcohol, letting me partake of something meant only for an adult, and, whether or not she knew it, I was going to be a part of her get-together tonight. A surge of satisfaction washed through me.

“Here ya go,� she said, handing me the glass.

I accepted the proffered drink with a grin. “Thanks.�

“Remember, you need to stay in your room tonight. All night.�

“Don’t I always?� I kept my eyes on her as I tossed back the glass, taking a huge gulp. Thankfully, the soda diluted the hellfire burn of the whiskey. “But maybe you can bring me up another glass later?�

She laughed. “I’ll think about it. Now, run upstairs before I change my mind and take that back.� She pointed to the glass in my hand.

“What are you going to be doing tonight?�

“Nothing.� Her eyes narrowed. “Now mind your own business.�

“Seriously.� I had an uncontrollable urge to know, even though I would find out as it happened later. “I always stay in my room, so why did you make such a big deal about telling me to stay in my room tonight?�

Janet put her hands on her hips, deepening her surly look. “I told you, I’m having friends over. Adults doing adult things and you don’t need to be a party to it.�

I took another defiantly large gulp of my drink. “I’m not a kid anymore, Janet. Stop treating me like one.�

Her expression softened, and she reached out to ruffle my hair. I stepped back, and her hand fell to her side. She smiled and said, “It’s called baby-sitting for a reason.�

“Whatever,� I muttered, as I turned away. “I’ll stay up in my room, but I’m going to masturbate to you all night.�

My heart raced as I rushed upstairs, my breaths falling short. I had no idea where that came from, or why I would just announce it the way I did. My skin crawled with a nervous energy as I imagined the look on her face, a mix of shock and disgust. My own face burned with embarrassment. When I reached my bedroom, I quickly shut the door and jumped on my bed, visibly shaking and panting for breath.

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The Babysitter

Below is the first chapter of The Babysitter, a horror comedy novella.

Chapter 1

The sour smell of my dad’s whiskey wafted over to me as Janet breathed heavily, staring down at her phone with absolute concentration. I watched her fingers fly over the keypad as she texted one of her friends.

“I’m bored,� I informed her for the third time.

“Watch TV.�

“There’s nothing on.�

“Play video games.�

“That’s boring.� That wasn’t true. I loved video games. I just wanted Janet to pay attention to me. She was my favorite babysitter, even though I no longer needed one. I was twelve after all. Far old enough to take care of myself while my dad went out on a date. I didn’t have many other options, as far as babysitters went. Besides Janet, the only other regular babysitter my dad hired was old lady Johnson three houses down. Her house always smelled like cat piss, and she hated watching me, constantly reminding me of that while I was there.

“Then, go play with your toys. I’m busy.�

I felt the sting of hot tears hit my eyes. Not wanting her to see me cry like a baby, I jumped up from the worn, leather couch and stormed out of the living room, muttering loud enough for her to hear, “I don’t play with toys, damn it.�

“Watch your mouth,� she called out dispassionately. She didn’t care about me cursing. She always chuckled when I let the F-bomb slip.

Janet used to be fun. We used to stay up late, play games, tell scary stories and have a good time. I used to crash against my pillow near two in the morning with the scent of her flowery perfume floating in the air to lull me to sleep. Now, I had a nine o’clock bedtime. I tried to defy her curfew a few times, and she always greeted me with a shrill, berating diatribe, which always left me feeling small and insignificant. After a while, I just stayed in my room, listening to the cheerful mumbling from below as Janet invited her friends over.

I dashed up the stairs, but stopped at the landing. It was only eight thirty, and I wasn’t about to go to my room before she made me. I wasn’t about to give her another reason to see me as some dumb kid. I wanted things to go back to the way they used to be, when she treated me like an equal, as if she enjoyed being here, instead of it being the chore she now thought it to be. I could still hear the echoes of her whispering words as I drifted off to sleep, “Billy, I’m so lucky. How many girls get to say they get paid to hang out with their buddy all night?�

I lay down on my stomach, keeping my body out of view from downstairs. Sticking my face in the corner where the staircase met the ceiling, I watched her. Her bright, fiery hair cascaded over her shoulders. Underneath her unwavering green eyes, a splash of freckles dotted her alabaster cheeks. I watched her breasts swell underneath her white spaghetti strap top. Her nipples jutted out against the thin top, and fire spread across my cheeks. My mind reeled. She wasn’t wearing a bra!

Giddiness consumed me, as if she had let me in on a tightly guarded secret. As she concentrated on her phone, her thin lips stretching into a smile, I tore my eyes away from her barely concealed breasts and let them travel down her body, down to where her tight cutoff jeans met her slender thighs.

I knew that it was wrong to spy on her the way I was, but it was exciting. Goosebumps rose along my arms and a shiver went up my back when she spread her legs, tossing her left foot up on the coffee table. Squinting, I could see a hint of her white panties. It was forbidden fruit, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away, no matter how much trouble I would be in if she caught me spying.

I made up my mind as I watched her. I wouldn’t let her treat me like a kid anymore. Just because she had turned eighteen didn’t mean squat. She didn’t magically mature overnight on her birthday. She had no right to look down on me just because she was technically an adult. She was only six years older than I was; the same six years older that she was a few months ago when it didn’t matter.

An idea was forming in the back of my mind, a way to prove that I was just as mature as she was, if only to prove it to myself. I jumped up, emboldened by my newfound determination, and I stormed down the stairs, my chest puffed out and my head held high. Without a single glance from Janet, I crossed though the living room and entered the kitchen. I fished out a glass from the dishwasher, and then I made my way back into the living room, ignoring her as much as she was ignoring me.

Stopping behind the couch, I took a deep breath. My heart was hammering against my ribs. The wonderful scent of flowers drifted into my nose, almost soothing my jumping nerves. I could close my eyes and be transported into a garden. I loved that smell; I always had. Yet, I refused to allow myself to melt into the scent of her. I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it.

I ducked down and opened the liquor cabinet. One by one, I removed the bottles of liquor, Jack Daniels, Jameson, Jim Beam, Patron, E&J, and poured a small amount of each into the glass, so my dad wouldn’t notice that I had taken any.

Closing the cabinet, I stood up, my head already swimming from the fumes rising from the glass. I gripped it with two shaky hands and strode up to my room. My heart still pounded, but it no longer did so with apprehension. Now, it banged out a rhythm of support as I marched toward my initiation into adulthood.

I closed my bedroom door and sat on my bed. My hands trembled as I peered down at the smoky brown liquid. I took a deep breath to calm the butterflies that fluttered against my insides in a desperate attempt to escape. I was about to get my first taste of maturity. Soon, Janet would have no other choice but to see me as her equal. Soon, we would be friends again. I would no longer be the obligatory burden for which she was paid to suffer. Maybe, I truly believed, we could even progress beyond friendship.

I set the glass on my nightstand and knelt next to the bed. I breathed in deeply, lowered my torso to the floor and reached underneath. As far as my arm could reach, near the wall, my fingers brushed the smooth cover of a magazine. I smiled, dug my fingers down and slid it out.

Three months ago, when my dad forced me to clean the garage, I stumbled on a preteen’s wet dream, a trunk full of adult magazines, ancient relics from a time before the internet. Though I didn’t understand the purpose of having a trunk of magazines when internet porn was so readily available, one particular magazine made me thankful of finding the buried treasure. It was a Hustler’s Barely Legal. It creeped me out a little, knowing that my dad looked at pictures of naked teenagers, but to me, they were older, experienced women. One of these mature ladies happened to look exactly like Janet. Well, her nose was a little straighter, her forehead slightly more sloped and her lips were fuller than Janet’s, but it was close enough for my imagination to run wild. I had spent that whole day in the garage, but I left it just as dirty as when I began, minus one magazine.

I hopped on to the bed, eagerly flipping through the pages until a familiar face greeted me. Her name was Christy P. Her turn-ons were long walks on the beach, men who enjoyed a good book, and men with a firm hand. The latter confused me. None of it mattered though. To me, she was Janet. I ran my fingers over the cool page, imagining the contours of her body swelling and concaving under my touch. She stood in front of her bed in a colorful room wearing absolutely nothing. Her fiery pubic hair glowed under the light, contrasting with the blue and pink decorations. The next picture showed her hugging a teddy bear, her left leg kicked up behind her, her right sparkling green eye closed in a seductive wink.

I had done some embarrassing things with this magazine while alone in my room, but tonight, I simply wanted inspiration. I sat the magazine on its end against the lamp on my nightstand, propping the pages open with my alarm clock. Smiling at the two-dimensional Janet, I grabbed the glass of lukewarm liquor.

I stared down at it, concern keeping me from bringing the brim to my lips. How bad could it be? The highlight of my dad’s night was sitting in front of the evening news with a tumbler of this stuff. It was pertinent to his unwinding after a long day at work, or at least that was what he always told me. Janet drank it whenever she came over to baby-sit. She was downstairs drinking it right now.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and forced the glass up to my mouth. I took a deep gulp, and sourness coated my taste buds as the liquid rolled down my gullet. Before I could pull the glass away, hot fire erupted in my chest as if I had suddenly turned into a fire-breathing dragon. I coughed and gagged, dropping the glass as I jumped up in a panic.

“Shit, shit, shit,� I repeated, a garbled mantra, as I clutched my chest. “That’s fucking disgusting!�

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1
I shuffled papers on my desk, not because I was actually organizing anything, but
simply to annoy her. I smiled sardonically at the woman with delicate features, platinum
blonde hair with a single neon blue streak in her chin-length bangs. The black lab laying
at her feet looked up at me and growled.
“Oh come on, Penny,� I said to the dog. I shifted my focus back to Caitlyn. “I am
taking this seriously. I am always serious when it comes to family. I have two dozen
wolves dedicated to the search. I will round up some more. I promise. But I do have work
to do.�
“I know, Mason, I just feel useless.� Caitlyn waved her hand. “But enough about
it. Are you going to attend the new moon celebration?�
“Unfortunately, I have no choice.� I dreaded these damn things, getting together
with the other packs to promote peace. “My position demands it.�
“Mr. Mayor,� said Suzanne McClure, my secretary, interrupted, sticking her head
through the cracked door. She waited for me to acknowledge her with a polite smile and
nod. “I'm sorry to bother you, but there's a Mr. Quinn here to see you. He said it's an
emergency, and that he doesn't mind causing a scene.�
“Send him in,� I told her gruffly. I looked at Caitlyn and Penny with an apologetic
expression. “I'm sorry to cut this short, but duty calls.�
“Not a problem,� said Caitlyn with an unnaturally chirpy voice. As she bounced to
her feet, her amber eyes turned blue. Her platinum blonde hair changed into an odd shade
of purple, starting at the roots, quickly cascading down to the tips. “I have to go pick up
Jocelyn anyway. We're going dress shopping for tonight. It's her first new moon
³¦±ð±ô±ð²ú°ù²¹³Ù¾±´Ç²Ô.â€�
I would never get used to how easily the Chimeras shifted, changing their
appearance, something most of them did only when necessary. Caitlyn, however, loved
altering her appearance randomly, changing only certain aspects.
Penny was a different matter. Ever since the church's attack, she spent most of her
time in the form of an animal, avoiding a human shape at all cost. She had left her
bookstore in the hands of her assistant manager. The only time one could see her as the
pretty black haired girl was at the Chimera compound.
“Are you still trying to turn her into a lesbian?� I chuckled. Since her friend, and
the newest member of Sean's pack, had turned last month, Caitlyn had been on a nonstop
mission to bed the shy teen.
“Of course not!� she barked, clearly abashed by the idea. “Just a little bi like me.�
She winked at me, spun on her heels and walked out of the office, Penny following
closely behind her.
I shook my head, amused by her teenage antics. For only sixteen, she was too
headstrong and outgoing for her own good. She was going to be one hell of a woman
when she got older. I felt sorry for anyone who tried to stand in her way.
“Mason,� Brian Quinn greeted, walking into my office and taking a seat opposite
of me. “It's been awhile.�
Brian was a turned wolf. His family grew up in the Serenity subdivision, one of
the few werewolves that called the human district their home while I was a kid. We were
acquaintances back in high school, but we were never very close. Our only connection
was his sister, Sheila, a gorgeous girl that I had dated during sophomore year.
“What brings you here, Brian?�
“It's about Sheila.�
I would have never imagined that he would be here to discuss his sister. Sheila
had run away from home, and subsequently broken my heart, and he had disowned her,
much like the rest of his family.
It's a tradition amongst families of turned wolves to bite their young shortly after
puberty. Unlike natural born wolves, they weren't able to pass along their lycanthrope
genes at birth. Sheila never wanted to become a wolf; she loved being a human. For
years, she had been able to hold her parents back from turning her, reciting one excuse
after another. When they had had enough and demanded that she go through with the bite,
she took off. I hadn't heard a word about her since.
“What about Sheila? I thought you wrote her off long ago.�
Brian bent his head down in shame, cupping his face in his hands. I stared at the
bald spot in his short, light brown hair as he took a couple deep breaths. Without looking
up, he said, “I did. I was a stupid kid who did whatever his parents wanted him to do. But
I've kept in contact with her.�
“Okay. So what's the problem?�
“She's been living in Marion County with her boyfriend Damon Lockwood.
Anyway, Damon was indebted to a local pack out there. He owed a lot of money.� Brian
sighed. “He made an arrangement with them. To clear his debt, he gave them Sheila.
They're going to turn her, Mason. They're going to force her to become the one thing that
she never wanted to be.�
“Fuck.� I remembered how much she had detested the idea of becoming a
werewolf, specifically a turned wolf, the lowest of the low. The life of a turned wolf was
a hard one, especially in Perfection County, a territory ruled by the elitist mentality of
natural born wolves. This was truer when we were kids than it was now that Sean had
granted the turned wolves permission to form their own packs, but it still wasn't a good
life. “What do you want me to do?�
“He just gave her up,� said Brian. He looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks.
He looked at me pleadingly with red, swollen eyes. “I know that you used to care for her.
If you have an ounce of love for her now, please help me get her. I have nowhere else to
turn. Everyone disowned her, so I'm on my own. They aren't just turning her, Mason.
She's going to be enslaved to the pack. It kills me to think of the things they're planning
on doing to her. Please. I know you have your own things going on, but I have no one
else, Mason.�
I wondered where it would end, all these search parties, all these missing people. I
would be stretching myself thin, a dangerous thing to do even in a time of peace. I sighed
heavily, leaning back against my chair. I couldn't say no. There might have been a time
where I could, at last to a man I barely knew and a woman I hadn't thought about in years.
But not anymore, thanks to my self-righteous cousin who always put other people before
his own survival.
“Thanks a lot, Sean,� I mumbled.
“W³ó²¹³Ù?â€�
“Nothing,� I said, leaning forward and clasping my hands together on top of my
desk. “Where can I find her?�
“I don't know. I couldn't get it out of Damon before he ran off. All I know was
what he told me, and I just told you that. I do know where they lived though. Maybe we
can start there.�
“There's no 'we' about it.� I didn't know Brian, not anymore, and I didn't trust him
enough to have him at my six while walking into a dangerous situation. “I will go. I will
find her. And I will bring her back.�
“By yourself? Against an entire pack?� He gave me an incredulous look.
“Right now, it's a fact finding mission. If I need back up, I have a pack. No
offense, but I don't fight with strangers, and you are a stranger to me now.� I slid a sheet
of paper and pen over to him. “Write down everything you know, her address, how I can
find Damon, names of the kidnappers, whatever. Put your number on there as well so I
can contact you.�
“I-I don't know how to find Damon. The jerk came and found me before running
off.� He scribbled frantically on the sheet of paper. When he was finished, he looked up,
fresh tears running down his cheeks in rivulets. “Please, just find her.�
I took the piece of paper and nodded toward the door. “I'll be in contact when I
learn something.�
He glanced over his shoulder at the door and then turned back. Standing up, he
offered his hand. “Of course, of course.�
I shook his proffered hand and then watched him leave a sniveling mess. He was
far from the loudmouthed teen I once knew. I wondered what happened to him. What's
happening with his sister was tragic, but how he reacted showed a lot about his character.
I was right in not letting him come along.
I looked up at the clock and sighed. A little after 2 o'clock; I could leave now and
have enough time to track down Sheila before the celebrations. I pressed the intercom
button. “Suzanne.�
“Yes, Mr. Mayor.�
“Clear my schedule for the day. I have to go play private eye.� I grabbed the stack
of papers on my desk, straightened them, and then placed them in the bin.
“Yes, Mr. Mayor. Will there be anything else?�
She sounded amused, no doubt from having listened to the entire conversation. A
wolf's hearing was spectacular and couldn't be stifled by a thin wall. Our intercom was
simply for show.
“And call Dexter Jameson, please.�


2
I pulled into the driveway at the Jameson mansion. The large white structure stood
prominent among its neighboring houses. Two large pillars stood high on either side of
the concrete porch, rows of bushes lined the house behind them.
I had spent a lot of time in this house growing up. I remembered how much I had
wanted to live here. It was twice as big as my family home. An entire family could retreat
to the four corners of the house and then spend an entire week without seeing anyone else
as they wound their way back.
Ever since Sean had moved out, leaving the Jameson house to our twisted uncle, I
knew that he would always fight to get it back. When he handed over the Jameson pack
and the house to his newly discovered brother, Dexter, I was shocked.
Though I didn't speak out against his decision at the time, I didn't believe it was
the right thing to do. Dexter was a stranger. I thought Sean was being too trusting. Since
then, however, Dexter has shown his true character, proven his loyalty to the pack he had
never known. But I wasn't here to see Dexter.
As I walked up to the door, I passed a guard, nodding cordially. Michael Willis
was his name, a turned wolf who married into the Jackson pack. It was common for
alphas to keep a retinue of guards, especially the Jameson alphas. Your life being in
constant danger was the price of being on top of the pyramid. Turned wolves that married
into the pack were the best option. They wanted to prove themselves, but they weren't
generally motivated to challenge the alpha.
I knocked on the large mahogany door, and a sweet old woman answered within
seconds. “Mr. Jackson. It's a pleasure to see you again.�
“Martha, dear,� I replied, giving her a light embrace and a kiss on the cheek, “one
of these days, you will call me Mason.�
“That would be improper, dear.� She stepped back to let me enter. “You're a man
of position.�
Two more guards were positioned in the foyer, one at the left wing, and one at the
right. I nodded to them both before turning back to the gray haired woman. “Man of
position my butt. You used to change my diapers.� Her eyes lit up with mirth, but her lips
pursed in disapproval. I chuckled. “I'm here to see Dexter and Zoey.�
“Yes, they're waiting on you in his office.�
I thanked her and made my way down the left corridor. Stopping at the third door
on the right, I knocked. The door swung open and an attractive blonde answered wearing
a sheer black negligee, her flawless body on full display beneath the see-through material.
I didn't recognize her by sight or scent, and I would have remembered both. She
was too stunningly beautiful to forget, and she smelled like a flowery meadow on a spring
day. My eyes flashed blue instinctively. She smiled, her yellow eyes locked on to mine. “I
don't believe we've met, I'm Mason.�
“Candice Hoffman,� she responded, holding out a delicate hand.
Like an oaf, I grabbed her hand and shook it vigorously, wincing at my lack of
manners. Before I could embarrass myself further in my flustered state, I swept past her
and walked up to Dexter and Zoey, the former sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his
chair, and the latter sitting sideways on his lap, her right arm tossed around his shoulders.
I took an empty seat at his desk. “Dexter, Zoey, thanks for seeing me.� I nodded
my head behind me. “Where'd you find Candace?�
“Ah.� Dexter laughed, lightly slapping Zoey's bare thigh. “We picked her up
during our last trip to St. Louis. I told her she could stay here until she got on her feet, but
it might become a permanent arrangement.�
“And you're okay with this?� I asked Zoey. It was common for wolves to have
lovers other than their mate, but it wasn't common to invite them to live in your home.
Zoey chuckled. “You should ask Dexter if he's okay with it. She's my girlfriend.�
I looked behind me to see Candace smiling. She raised her hand with her palm
outward and waggled her fingers while blowing me a kiss.
I turned back to see the amused expressions of my two hosts. “Well, that's kinda...
No, as hot as that is, the living arrangement is still weird. But, it's not my place. I actually
came here to drill you on the wolves of Marion County.�
“Did something happen?� Dexter asked, his jaw tightening.
“Nothing in Perfection. This is a personal matter. I'm looking for an old friend. I
just need to know the area I'm walking into and whatever information that would lead me
in the right direction.�
“Well,� said Zoey, “I'll answer whatever I can, but I haven't been back since
moving here.� She climbed off Dexter's lap, straightened out her blue skirt and matching
top, and then she walked around the desk. She sat in the chair to my left, turning to face
me. “It's nothing like Perfection. There's no real structure there. Most of the wolves are
alone, only a handful of packs, but they're more like roving street gangs. The packs are
generally small, never more than a baker's dozen, and their alphas don't last long.�
“I need to find a pack that makes a habit of buying people,� I clarified, “and
forcing them to turn and join their pack.�
“I wouldn't say any of them have that as a practice, but none of them are above
that sort of shit. The Marion County wolves aren't like the wolves here. Actually, they're
more like the Rebel Rousers. They each have their own standards and rules. Think of it
like this, we're all trained house pets with full bellies and they're the feral creatures hiding
in dark alleyways, hunting for every scrap of food they can find.� Zoey's expression
changed to one of compassion. “I'm afraid without any personal detail, I won't be able to
help you track down your friend. Why did they want her in the first place?�
I wondered briefly how she knew it was a woman that I was searching for, but
shrugged it off. “Do you know a man named Damon Lockwood? I think he's a human, but
somehow found himself mixed up with one of the local packs.�
She thought it over and then shook her head. “Doesn't sound familiar.�
“I used to date a girl, Sheila Quinn, until she ran away from home because she
didn't want to turn, but her parents were going to do it anyway. Her family disowned her,
except for her brother.
“It was this brother that came to me today. He said that her boyfriend, Damon,
was indebted to a pack in Marion County, and that the pack forced him to give them
Sheila to clear his debt. Damon told the brother that they planned to turn her and force her
to remain in the pack, and then he ran off.�
I leaned toward Zoey, locking my eyes on to hers. “She never wanted to turn. I
can't let this happen, but I have nothing to go on.�
Zoey sighed. “I honestly don't know how to lead you to a pack. This really isn't a
signature, kidnapping. But I do know of a lone wolf who made most of his money from
gambling. He was a bookie who shamelessly took whatever he wanted from those who
were in his debt. It's possible that he started a pack and somehow kept others from
challenging him. His name is Xander Bend.�
I nodded. It might not be a direct path to finding Sheila, but it was a lead. “Where
can I find this Xander Bend?�
“The last I saw of him,� Zoey answered, “he was hanging around J.T.'s Alibi, a
hole-in the-wall sports bar off of Hwy 55.�
“Thank you for your time, Zoey. I really appreciate it.� I nodded to Dexter.
“Thanks.� I stood up and turned to leave, but Zoey grabbed my wrist.
“You need to be careful, Mason. Take your pack with you. For all the fighting
amongst themselves, the wolves of Marion always stand together when dealing with
outsiders. Let me call Tom and Elliot. I'm sure my brothers will go with you.�
“That's okay,� I replied, “I'm only looking right now. When I confront them, I'll
bring my pack with me.�
This wasn't entirely a lie. I had planned on bringing a few Jackson wolves, but
with her warning of these wolves being feral creatures, I wanted to bring a few of those
with me as well. Just not two that might hold loyalty to Marion County; though, I would
never say that to her.


3
It was a long drive to Sheila's home. I never would have found it without my GPS.
This rundown area of Marion held no street signs. It was as if they wanted strangers to get
lost along their winding roads lined with shabby clapboard houses.
Sheila's rundown abode appeared in better standing than those of her neighbors,
complete with a rusty fence that ran around the property. The gate squealed in protest as I
swung it inward. I could feel eyes on me as I walked up to the concrete slab that passed
for a porch. When I reached the front door, I knocked, purely for show, and took a minute
to sniff out the area.
I didn't smell any lingering wolves, which was a good thing. One of the main
reasons natural born wolves detested turned wolves was because of the latter's ability to
partially change, growing out their claws and fangs without needing to fully shift into
wolf form. We call them an aberration, unnatural, and we look down on them in
contempt, but only to hide our own fear. Unless I shifted into wolf form, one or two
turned wolves would definitely have the upper hand.
I tested the handle, but it was locked. Assuming the deadbolt was locked as well, I
placed the palm of my hand between the two. One quick push forward, and both locks
broke free of the door frame, leaving splintered holes in their wake.
The inside of the house was much nicer than the exterior. Plush carpet lined the
floors, photographs hung from the eggshell white walls, showing a slightly older version
of the girl I used to know. Leather furniture and mahogany tables filled the room.
I wasn't sure what I was looking for exactly. It wasn't like the pack would have
had Damon sign a contract, print it and give him a copy with their name and address in it.
The best I could hope for was that members of the pack had been here recently. I
could mark their scent and hunt them down, but even that would be a tedious endeavor,
driving all over town with my nose hanging out of the car.
I still had a few hours before I needed to get back to Perfection and the new moon
celebration, keeping the peace between the packs. A few hours could be the difference
between a solid lead and a wasted trip, so I closed my eyes and sniffed.
I picked up on Sheila's scent easily, the same milky lilac I remembered from long
ago, a scent that brought back bittersweet memories in full, technicolor detail.

***

It was a warm autumn day, the golden leaves falling all around us. I couldn't stop
staring at her; the way her straight hair, the color of sandalwood, cascaded over her
bare shoulders; the way her sundress clung to the natural curves of her body, curves I
needed, as a testosterone-fueled teen, to feel, indulging in pure, animalistic bliss; the way
her lips twisted into a playful smile whenever she looked at me.
We were picnicking in Jackson Park, her favorite place. She loved to tease me
mercilessly about my rise in the pack, and how I would one day be the alpha of the
Jackson pack. It didn't matter to her that the Jacksons were now a part of the larger
Jameson pack. According to her, I would fight tooth and nail (She always giggled at that
reference) and win my family's freedom.
The laughter always stopped when I replied with my desire to bring her to the top
with me. She had always made it known that she had no desire to turn, but I wanted to
convince her otherwise. When I looked at her, I saw my other half. It didn't matter that we
were still in high school. It didn't matter that we had our whole lives to live and there was
no guarantee that we would make it last. I had faith, I had love... I had her.
Until she spoke. “Mason, I just can't do it anymore. I'm afraid that one of them
will sneak into my room and bite me while I sleep.�
“Then come stay with me.� I took her hand, pulling it close to my chest. “No one
will hurt you. No one will make you take the bite if you're not ready. I promise.�
“But you want me to turn.� She pulled her hand back, dropping it into her lap.
“You want me to turn and be your mate.�
“I want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to become my wife. Sheila, I love you.
I will never pressure you to turn. You can remain a human until you die of old age.�
Sheila stood up, brushing her hands down her dress. “I love you too, Mason, I
really do; but being with you is a risk. No matter if you're fine with me remaining a
human, it won't last long. Sooner or later we will want children, and then I would be
forced to turn.�
“Sheila, please...� I stared up at her, my wide eyes pleading silently.
“I'm sorry, Mason. But I just can't do this anymore.� As a single tear escaped her
left eye, she spun around and walked away... for good.

***

There was another scent, human, that stood out from all the weaker scents of
comers and goers. It was a masculine scent, one that reeked of worry and perspiration.
The fear was an indicator that the scent belonged to Damon, as did the way it formed
around Sheila's scent, waves of anxiety permeating the subtle lilac fragrance.
I wasn't surprised to find his scent here; it was his house after all. What did
surprise me was how strong it was, as if he were just here. The way Brian explained his
encounter with the scared little weasel, I would have assumed Damon would have been
hundreds of miles away, never to return. A man in fear for his life, so afraid that he traded
his girlfriend for a chance to escape.
I searched for other scents, those that might be pertinent to finding Sheila. I
needed a wolf scent, but there were none. Any dealings Damon had had with the pack
must have happened elsewhere. Damon had to have lured Sheila out of the house to give
her over. Yet, if that were the case, I was at a dead end. If I had only come earlier and
caught Damon before he ran off...
A creak in the floorboard caught my attention. I opened my eyes slowly, listening
intently. I allowed my consciousness to ride the sound waves, tapping into my inner-wolf,
heightening my sense of hearing.
I heard a quick, soft scuttle coming from behind the inner wall of the living room.
I slowly walked down the hall and stopped in front of the first door on the left. A
bedroom. Damon and Sheila's bedroom.
Maybe I hadn't missed him. I hadn't been subtle when I broke in. Hell, I even
knocked first. He must have heard me and hid, hoping I would go away.
“Damon,� I called out. “I'm coming in. I just want to ask a few questions. Okay?�
Nothing.
“Damon, I'm not here to hurt you. I only want to find Sheila.�
Still, he offered no response.
I took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob. The hinges creaked as I
swung the door open and stepped inside. The room was cast in shadows, a single swath of
light sweeping down the center from the window.
A shadow moved to my right. I turned toward it, throwing my hands up in
defense. But I wasn't fast enough. A loud crack echoed through my skull as a baseball bat
connected with the side of my face. Crumpling to the ground, I saw a short, rotund man
standing above me, his face blurred by a combination of shadows and the tears filling my
eyes.

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It has been a while since we have visited the packs of Perfection. So I am happy to announce the release of The Rescue of Sheila Quinn, which will be April 5th.

The Rescue of Sheila Quinn is a stand alone short story set in Perfection County. It is now available for pre-order.

Synopsis

Mason Jackson was swamped with work. Being the new mayor of Perfection county was no easy task, managing both human and werewolf relations. But when an old friend shows up unannounced, begging Mason to help him find his sister, he could hardly refuse.

It had been years since Mason saw Sheila, and old feelings sparked anew at the mere mention of her name. He would travel to the pits of hell for her if he had to, and he most likely would have to do just that.

With almost no information to go on, Mason undertook a deadly mission into another pack’s territory to find the only woman he had ever loved.

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