“Alright, when did you notice I was shifting into a werewolf?” I ask my focused looking mate. Deacon is sitting beside me with a hard thinking expression on his face, and I’m over here basically feeling helpless. “A few hours after I marked you. I didn’t know what was happening at first, but then I saw your eyes change color, then I knew. But I didn’t and still don’t have a fucking clue how or why.” He answers me, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. I have no damn clue how I became a werewolf, so Deacon is my only hope to figuring it out. The only thing I can think of is maybe somebody turned me without my knowledge of it. But who the hell would do that? I know, one hundred percent, it was not Cage, Jacey, Beau or Nora. And so does Deacon. We trust them and they would never do something like that.
Speaking of them, we have yet to tell them about me. I don’t know how they are going to react. Hopefully they won’t go on a rampage like Deacon looks like he wants to. I can tell he is having a hard time holding back from threatening everyone in the near vicinity to give him answers to how and why I’m suddenly a werewolf. It almost seems like he wants to know more than me, but I doubt it. There is nothing I want more right now than to know how and why I’m a werewolf.
Not that I’m necessarily complaining though.
I mean, everything is heightened! My sight: I can practically see the dust on the desk across the room from me. My hearing: I can hear from over a mile away. My sense of smell: I can smell everything. Including the gum in my purse which is hanging on the door. My speed: I can run so damn fast now everything around me is pretty much a blur. And my strength: Holy crap! I have gotten so much stronger I can practically lift a couch on my own.
Honestly, it’s amazing. Being a werewolf, is fucking awesome. And it’s a good thing I think so, since I’m stuck like this forever. And now Deacon and I can be even closer. Since we are both the same now, I will understand things I wouldn’t of been able to before. Plus, if I am ever so unfortunate to see a rogue again, at least this time I can fight it off.
Oh. My. God. It’s like a lightbulb just went off in my head.
“The rogue!” I shout, flipping my body to face Deacon. His eyes go wide at my outburst, and he looks at me in confusion. “The rogues! Remember! I was almost eaten by a rogue that night. Maybe somehow one of them did this to me.” I suggest, looking at him for his reply. I could either be spot on or so far off that I sound insane. He raises his eyebrow, then furrows them in thought. He’s considering it. Sometimes I really wish I could get into his head to find out what he’s thinking. I worry my lip between my teeth, watching him.
“I mean, it’s possible, but, did either of the bastards scratch you or bite you before I got there?” He is getting angry the more he talks about them. His hands clenching, knuckles turning white. I lay my hand on his arm to relax him, and I see him loosen his death grip on the arm of the couch. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, they never got close enough to me to actually cause my any psychical harm. You and Cage got there right on time before the rogue had a chance to scratch or bite me.” I tell him and he seems both relieved and more confused. “Then it wasn’t them.” Deacon says.
I slouch down on the couch and pout. “Then who was it?” I mumble, not really sure if I’m asking him or myself. He shrugs. “I don’t know baby. I don’t know. It wasn’t me. A marking bite doesn’t turn someone. So you had to of been scratched or bitten by someone. And when I find that someone, so help me God, they will need to run for their damn pathetic little life cause I am going to rip them apart.” Deacons words become a growl, and I see his eyes flash black for a second. “Hey, calm down. I’m ok. It may not have been by choice but I wouldn’t change it.” I try to assure him, but what I’m saying is also true. He looks at me with an eyebrow raised, looking unsure and unbelieving. “I’m serious. I really like being a werewolf. I mean, all my senses are heightened, I can run so much faster, I can defend myself better, and most importantly, it makes me closer to you.” I answer honestly while looking deep into his eyes, with all the sincerity I can muster into my voice.
Without warning, he reaches over and pulls me into him. I slam into his chest, my face connecting with the rock hard panes of his chest, and a quiet ‘oomph’ escapes my lips. His arms wrap around me in a tight hug, and he pulls me onto his lap. I quick to hug him back, and I wrap my legs around him. “I love you so much Violet. You have no idea how much it was killing me seeing you go through so much pain last night. And to know I couldn’t do anything to help you...” He trails off, his voice pained as he squeezes me tighter. “I love you too. And it’s ok, I’m ok. I’m not in pain anymore.” I assure my mate, and adjust myself so I’m in a more comfortable position on his lap.
I lean my head back and gently connect my lips with his, my arms tangling themselves around his neck. Its a soft, loving kiss, showing him how I feel. Not like our normal hot, fiery, passionate ones that always lead to more. Before the kiss can get heated, I pull back, making him groan. I giggle, giving him a sly smile and biting my lip. He groans louder and reaches for me. I pull away, laughing. “No! We need to focus!” I giggle and sit down on my side of the couch. He narrows his eyes at me and I grin. He shakes his head with a small smile on his lips.
Go back to mate!
“Ahhhh!” I scream, startled. “What’s wrong!?” Deacon asks, worried. “I just heard a voice in my head!” I shriek and recognition crosses Deacon’s face before he laughs. “What the hell? Why are you laughing!?” I ask, somewhat irritated. “I’m sorry babe. It’s not funny.” Even as he says it his lips are twitching and I can see the amusement still in his eyes. It’s killing him not to laugh. “What. Was. That?” I ask him more firmly, with a look daring him to laugh again. “It was your wolf, Harmony. I met her last night when she took over.” The mirth remains in his eyes as I make an ‘o’ with my mouth in understanding.
I startle again, then calm down and answer her.
Hello, Harmony. Nice to ugh, meet you.
Can we talk later?
I ask her, and she responds.
Then I feel her retreat to the back of my mine.
“So, when are we going to tell them?” I ask and Deacon blanks. “Well? Cage, Jacey, Amber, Beau and Nora need to know.” He nods. “We can tell them now if you want.” He suggests and my eyes widen, before I gulp and nod. “Ok.” I answer, nervously. Then his eyes fog over. After a minute his eyes clear and he looks at me. “They are on their way.” I nod. “Cage and Jacey are only five minutes away, but Beau and Nora won’t be here for thirty minutes to an hour, give or take.” I nod. “What about Amber? She’s my best friend, she needs to know.” I say, preparing to argue with him if he says no. I mean, she already knows about them, so I don’t think he would say she can’t know about me. “Call her.” Is his simple answer.
Standing up, I walk over to the door to grab my purse which is hanging on the hook. After I plop myself back down on the couch I reach into my purse and pull out my phone. I take a deep breath, then press her speed dial number. The phone rings twice, before I hear her answer.
“Hey, Amber. Can you come over to Deacon’s bar? It’s important.”
“OMG! Did you guys finally-” I cut her off, blushing since I know Deacon can hear every word she’s saying. “No, not yet, just come over.” I say, trying to hide my blush from Deacon. I don’t even know why I’m blushing since we didn’t have sex. “Ok.” Then we hang up. I cringe when I turn to face him, and see an amused smirk on his face.
“She’s on her way.” I inform him, averting my eyes from his amused ones. “I heard.” I can hear the amusement in his voice, and it makes me cringe. He is way too amused with this. It’s not that funny.
Then a knock on the door makes me jump.
“Can we come in?” It’s Cage. “Yeah!” Deacon calls back. Then the door opens and Cage and Jacey walk in. “Oh, good, you’re both dressed. I didn’t want to walk in on you both naked and wild.” He laughs, and Jacey elbows him in the side. I blush and Deacon raises his eyebrows and gives him a challenging look daring Cage to say any other smartass comment. Cage takes the hint and shuts his mouth and he and Jacey take a seat across from us on the other couch. “So, what’s up?” Cage asks, wrapping his arm around Jacey. “Well, um, something happened-” Jacey cuts me off. “Are you guys ok!?” She freaks. My eyes bug out. “Yeah! Calm down, we’re fine. It’s just kind of hard to explain. Deacon?” I look to him for help and he just gives me a really? look.
He sighs dramatically, then turns to them. “Last night, I marked Violet and-” He’s cut off by both of them, loudly. Cage and Jacey both leap off the couch and run over to us. “Eeeeeekkkkkk! Finally! It took him long enough!” Jacey squeals and grabs me off the couch to hug me. Deacon and Cage do that bro hug thing that no female understands, and he congratulates Deacon. “So when did it happen? How did it happen? Where did it happen? Were you guys naked!?” Jacey bombards me with questions so fast my head starts to spin. My eyes bug out and I blush at her last question and shake my head. “No! We weren’t naked and we have not had sex yet!” I admit, and she looks puzzled, but then excited again.
“As I was saying before I was interrupted,” Deacon starts with a pointed look aimed at Cage and Jacey who now look sheepish. “A few hours after I marked her, something, happened. And it’s not what you two are thinking so don’t comment.” He gives them a firm look. “My body started getting hot, and I was suddenly in a lot of pain.” I explain. They furrow their eyebrows in confusion and worry. “I didn’t have a clue what was going on, until I saw her eyes turn gold and fangs protruding from her gums.” Their gasps were so loud I’m sure all the humans in the restaurant could hear them.
“WHAT!?” Jacey screams so loud Cage has to put his hand over her mouth. She smacks it away with a glare. He raises his hands in surrender. “What the hell do you mean her eyes turned gold and she had fangs!? She’s a werewolf! Violet, you’re a werewolf!?” She’s freaking out. Cage looks like he is trying his hardest to hold it in, but I can tell he’s freaking out too. I nod. “Apparently.” I reply with a shrug. Her eyes are so wide they look like they are about to pop out of their sockets. “How the fuck did that happen!? Deacon, did you turn her!?” Cage explodes, staring at Deacon intensely, waiting for an answer. Deacon shakes his head. “No, I didn’t. That would be why I said I had no idea what was going on you idiot.” Deacon responds with a seriously? look on his face.
Cage shuts his mouth, looking like he just realized he asked a stupid question. “Then who did it?” We both shrug. “That’s part of the reason you two are here. We need your help to figure it out.” They both nod quickly. “Of course. But how? This is crazy. You didn’t do it, and we obviously didn’t do it. Neither did Beau or Nora. So, this is gonna take a while.” Said Jacey, biting her lip in thought. Then her eyes twinkle. “I wanna see!” I raise my eyebrow in question. “I wanna see your wolf. What does she look like?” Deacon smiles lovingly. “She’s beautiful. She’s all white.” Cage grins. “Cool. And I agree, I wanna see myself.”
“Ok.” I agree and stand up. “But I’ve only shifted once, so it’s might take me a while.” We all head toward the door when I see Amber walk in. “Hey, I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. This stupid asshole who was in front of me was going like five miles an hour the whole drive. When I finally passed him he flipped me off! So, I flipped him off too and called him a dead pigeon looking loser.” I blinked before bursting out laughing, as did everyone else. I was not expecting that. “Oh my gosh Amber. A dead pigeon looking loser? Really? How the hell did you come up with that?” She shrugs. “I dunno. It just kinda came to me.”
“Well, come on. I have something to show you.” I say and start to walk to the door when Deacon grabs my arm. “Hold on. Go change into one of my t-shirts and shorts so you don’t rip your clothes or have to strip.” He shoves some clothes in my hands and turns me toward the bathroom. I raise an eyebrow but don’t argue. Amber looks at us weirdly but doesn’t say anything. After I change we all head outside and deep into he woods so we’re far away from any humans, since I’m still a little unpredictable in wolf form.
“Ok, Deacon. How do I do it?”
Just picture yourself in wolf form.
He mind-links me.
I nod. “Ok, Amber. Don’t freak out.” She goes to question me but I close my eyes and start to picture my wolf. My fur, paws, snout, my tail. Everything. And soon enough I feel my body start to change. My bones moving and rearranging themselves, fur spouting from my body, fangs elongating. It doesn’t really hurt, it’s more of an uncomfortable pressure. My body feels a little warmer, and my senses get even more heightened. Soon enough I’m on all fours and have four paws, fur and a tail.
I look at Amber to see her eyes wide, her face pale, and her body start to sway. My eyes go wide but before I can do anything her eyes roll to the back of her head and she falls backwards and lands on her back with a thud. Cage bursts out laughing, and I growl at him, making him snap his mouth shut. Jacey runs over to Amber’s unconscious body and shakes her gently.
“Amber? Amber, wake up. Come on, wake up.” Jacey says gently, while shaking her a little. I feel so guilty. Poor Amber. I whine and walk over to her, nudging her side with my snout. “AMBER!” Cage shouts, and I whine, flattening my ears to my head. Holy mother of hell! That hurt my ears a lot! I narrow my eyes at Cage and he smiles sheepishly.
So, other than blowing my eardrums, what did that accomplish?
I mind-link him sarcastically, cocking my head to the side. Amber twitches, and her eyes open slowly. Cage smirks triumphantly. “That is what it accomplished.” He points to the slowly awakening Amber. Amber looks at me, and her eyes go wide again. “Vi, you’re, you’re...a werewolf!? What the fuck? Like, what the actual fuck!? How did this happen? When did this happen? What the fuck!?” Amber babbles, looking at me in confusion and slight awe.
“Amber, calm down.” Deacon says in a soothing voice. She glares at him. “Calm down? Calm down!? Are you freaking kidding me!? How the hell am I supposed to calm down when I just saw my best friend turn into a fucking werewolf!?” Amber explodes, and Deacon slightly backs up. “I know this is crazy, but listen.” Amber looks angry, and I whine. She looks at me, and I see the wonder and awe in her eyes.
“How?” Her voice is almost a whisper.
“Well, how much do you know about werewolves?” Deacon asks her. She shrugs. “A lot I guess.” She responds, still staring at me like I grew another head. “So, do you know what marking is?” She nods, still not saying anything. “Well, last night I marked Violet-” He’s cut off, yet again. I can’t help the small giggle at the sight of his irritated expression. “You marked her! That’s so cool!” I smile as well as I can in wolf form, and Deacon smiles a smile that shows he’s proud that he marked me. “Anyway, a few hours later she suddenly started turning into a werewolf. I don’t know how or why, since marking doesn’t turn someone.”
“I know. So, who did this to her!?” Amber is suddenly angry, and stands up. “Who turned her!? Unless it was by choice, someone is going to get their ass kicked. I may not be a werewolf, but I can damn well kick someone’s ass if needed.” She threatens, and I grin. My BFF always looks out for me, and vice versa.
“Woah. No one here needs to get their ass kicked. And when we do find the person that turned my mate into a werewolf, I’ll be the one kicking said persons ass.” Deacon says, ending his sentence with a murderous smirk. “And by kicking, he means beating the living hell out of that person before going for said persons throat for the kill.” Cage says, with his usual amused look on his face and his arm crossed over his chest. Deacon gives Cage a glare. “Shut up.” Cage grins.
I see Jacey roll her eyes. I laugh my own wolf-y version of a laugh, and walk over to my mate. I nudge Deacon and when he looks, I look at my clothes. He takes the hint and gives them to me, and I take them in my mouth. I trot behind a tree to shift, and manage to do so rather quickly. Once I’m back in my human form, I get dressed quickly and run my fingers through my hair to get rid of the small tangles I somehow managed to get.
Walking out from behind the tree, I see Deacon watching me, and his eyes turn lustful when he sweeps my body from head to toe. I blush from the intensity of his gaze, and turn away to face Amber instead. She’s standing now, staring at a nearby tree. I would not want to be that tree, she’s giving it a death glare. And when Amber gives you a death glare, you feel it to your core. Let’s just say I’ve learned that from experience.
“Hey, Amber. So, what do you think of the new me?” I ask, nervous. I don’t know why I’m nervous, I mean, she still likes them even though they are werewolves, so I don’t think she is just going to dump me as a friend because I turned into a werewolf. “It’s so cool Vi, but what do you think of the new you?” I smile, and walk up to my mate, who wraps his arm around me. “I love it, honestly.”
She smiles approvingly. “Good. So, how the hell did this happen?” Amber asks and I sigh, shrugging. “We have no earthly clue.” I answer for us. “What the hell do you mean!? How the hell do you not know how this happened!? It doesn’t just magically happen! It’s not like poof! I’m a werewolf! How do you not know who turned you!?” Amber explodes, her eyes wide, and flailing her arms around like a lunatic. “Amber! Calm down! That’s why we called you all here. You all needed to know, and now that you know, you guys can help us figure it out.” I say to them, and Cage and Jacey nod their heads in agreement. “But, how do you not know Violet?” Jacey asks me, looking more and more confused.
I shrug again. It’s pretty much the only answer I can give. I have no fucking clue how I suddenly turned into a werewolf. You’d think I would know how I was turned, but fuck me I don’t. “I don’t. I don’t remember ever being scratched or anything.” I admit, sad at the truth of it. “So we have to figure out every single werewolf encounter you’ve had.” Deacon tells me, looking dead serious. I gape at him. “How the hell am I supposed to remember every single werewolf I ever met?” I put my hands on my hips and stare at him intently. He gives me an intense look back, and replies. “Well, you have to use that beautiful head of yours and think.” I blush at the complement.
I still blush! Still!?
“Ugh!” I groan, throwing my arms up in annoyance. “This is gonna take forever!” I complain, irritated. Deacon puts his hands on my shoulders, and gently pushes me down to a sitting position on the ground. “Sit and think.” He gently says, and I nod, releasing a deep breath. I grab his arm and pull him down so he’s sitting beside me. “By the way, I mind-linked Beau and Nora and I told them. It was just easier to tell them that way, so that way they won’t freak out when they see you shift.” Deacon tells me. Cage, Jacey and Amber take a seat beside us and just stare at me. After a minute of their unrelenting stare fest, I start to squirm under the intensity. “Would you guys please stop staring at me. I can’t concentrate if you guys are all looking at me.” I grit out, giving them all aggravated looks.
Cage rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, Jacey looks at Cage and Amber checks her phone. Deacon rubs my back rhythmically, soothing me and I close my eyes, trying to think of all the werewolves that I’ve met. Other than these guys and Beau and Nora, all I can think of is Roy, and those rogues who attacked me. Other than that, I draw a blank. I don’t think there are any more, unless they were werewolves but I didn’t know about it.
Beau and Nora showed up not two minutes later and sat down on the grass beside us.
"I can't think of anyone other than the rogues and Roy." I admit after a good five minutes of thinking. I pull at my hair, mad at myself for not being able to figure it out. I know it wasn't Roy, and the rogues never even touched me. So, there has to be something I'm missing. "What the hell am I missing!?" I growl out, and they look at me sympathetically. "It's ok babe, we'll figure it out. There is obviously something we're missing, and as soon as we figure it out, all the missing pieces will fall into place." My mate tries to reassure me.
"Yeah, well, that's the problem. We are missing something and I can't figure out what the fuck it is. What else could've turned me? Does it necessarily have to be a bite that turns you?" I ask, adjusting my slipping bra strap. They all shake their heads. "No, it could've been a scratch. But if it was a scratch, it would've had to of been deep, so you definitely would've noticed it." Jacey tells me, and I nod in understanding. Then I realize something. "Hey, if I had been bitten, I would've noticed it, right?" They nod. "But I didn't. I don't remember ever being bitten, other than Deacon last night. And I don't remember ever being scratched either. Isn't there any other way I could've been turned?" I wonder, looking at all of them for an answer.
They all shake their heads, making me shriek in annoyance. "What the hell then!?" I yell, angry, confused and annoyed at the same time. "I agree. Something isn't adding up. She would know if she had been bitten or scratched. And she doesn't remember ever getting injured. Something else did this to her, and I have my suspicions." Deacon tells us, his brows furrowed, and this confused expression on his face. "What?" I ask, confused.
"Violet, I think it's time I finally meet your parents."