The Border Guard
Note from the Author:
Explicit sex. Some forced. Lust and shapeshifting under a full moon. A best friends to unwilling lovers tale. Read with caution.
Jaecar, the fiercest of the Border Guards, waited for me outside my hut.
I met him there. After all these years, I was unafraid of him despite his intimidating air and athletic build.
He had shining black hair and defined muscles tightly winding his body under his leather tunic and breeches. Usual dagger resting in its hip scabbard.
He’d never given me cause for concern. Despite that I knew the males looked at him nervously.
Why wouldn't they?
He’d outmaneuvered them often enough in the trial rings. The only real competition for our young Alpha, Draven.
“Let me see.” He held out his hand impatiently.
My sketchbook.
It wasn’t a question.
I handed it over, as I always did. Glad to share my work with him.
He always wanted to see what new scribbles I’d done.
“Is this Warlock Creek?” He pointed to one page.
“Yes. That’s my favorite spot.”
“Ah, yes.” He nodded. “In the old oak tree.”
I smiled up at him. “Yeah. You know me so well.”
“I should by now, shouldn’t I?” He ran a hand through his smooth black hair. Dark brows hovering over thickly lashed green eyes. Eyes which seemed to always catch everything.
I’d always wondered why he was my friend. He was so striking and I was so plain.
I had strawberry blonde hair. And was deathly white instead of golden tan like the other females in our pack.
Though there aren’t many of us in total.
“How’s your courting going?” I took my sketchbook back before he noticed the page I’d dog eared in the back.
A depiction of his strange gypsy eyes.
“Not well, I’m afraid.” He gave me a quizzical look.
“Why? How could she not be interested in you?” I teased. I’d seen how the six females in our pack looked at him. Though females were scarce and leary of the aggressive males, they all cast him longing looks.
For good reason.
He looked like a carved statue. Were I not far below his league and unwilling to become any male's property, he'd have been my choice.
“Good question.” He said boredly.
Who is it? I wondered not for the first time. Going over the six of them in my mind. I’d never seen him give any of them an intrigued eye.
“Will you tell me which one it is?” I watched two of them creeping warily through the village. Furtively looking around corners.
For good reason.
Many of the Asara Pack Males were known to be highly sexually aggressive this time of year.
Unpredictable and dangerous for an unexpecting female.
“The Full Moon is coming.” I remarked glancing up.
The Mating Moon.
When all the males would have to expend their virile needs on female breeder bodies.
Like mine.
