When desire battles with the forbidden and passion
overrules obligation, at the end of the night, which will win?
Victoria Bonvalet, a purebred
werewolf, has no desire to mate to an alpha not of her choosing and after a one
of a kind encounter with the mysterious blood lord Tristan Garland rattles her
existence, she knows that she could never share any part of herself without
love being the number one incentive.
Tristan, a vampire of over a
thousand years, no longer cares much for the world or the creatures inhabiting
it. But when he meets the beautiful she-wolf invading his deep woods territory,
he realizes that it’s never too late to find your perfect match, even if she
belongs to the opposite branch of all mythological beings. But even as they
begin to explore their in-depth feelings for each other, can they find a way to
be together without starting a war between two enemy species?
Even as she took several
steps towards her car, Victoria could still sense it getting closer. The scent
emanating from this being wasn’t one she was used too. It was different, unique
somehow. It was not unpleasant by any means, just different. The incredibly
fast speed in which it traveled was another clear indication of its supernatural
origins. No human on earth could move that fast. Victoria was certain of two
things, this being wasn’t human and neither was it a werewolf. Then what could
it be?
Victoria refused to be afraid
even though she did not comprehend the nature of this being. It was different
from what she was used to. All she had to do was identify what it was.
Normally, she would rely on her keen sense of smell for that, but since she
didn’t recognize this scent, it was nearly impossible to pinpoint what it was.
The only supernatural creatures she was familiar with were her own kind,
werewolves. But this thing hiding back there was no werewolf, of that she was
absolutely sure.
Once Victoria was close
enough to her vehicle, she stopped and turned to face the woods. It was dark
out but she could see her surroundings very clearly. A slight breeze picked up,
bringing this unknown being’s aroma in to fill her nostrils. It was strong and
male, very male. If this being were a werewolf he would most certainly be an
alpha, a powerful one at that. But this was no huge puppy, this was something
else.
Victoria surveyed the area
with her eyes. So far she detected no movement which meant this thing was still
too far away to see. But it was getting closer by the second. The speed in which
it traveled made her slightly uneasy. Werewolves were known to move fast but
this thing moved faster still. She could sense it moving, gliding through the
forest as if it was flying. She was utterly amazed by it and she hadn’t even
seen it/him yet.
Victoria waited, her eyes
focusing in on her surroundings. Her she-wolf abilities ready to strike if this
thing presented itself to be a threat. She gripped her car keys tightly in
anticipation of what would happen next. She waited patiently for it to show itself.
She wasn’t looking for a fight, she didn’t want to ruin her outfit, but if push
came to shove she wouldn’t hesitate. She was a she-wolf, therefore she was a
fighter. She could defend herself quite readily. She didn’t need the pack to
protect her despite her father’s beliefs.
Victoria’s eyes narrowed when
she caught movement up ahead. At first, it seemed like one big blur moving from
one side to another but then it started to get closer. The woods seemed to
disappear as all she could see was this black and white mass moving towards
her. She couldn’t make out any features because of the speed in which it
traveled. Her entire body tensed as she readied herself for a fight. If this
thing attacked her she would fight back. There would be no hesitation at all to
use all her armor, and she was well packed.
Soon, the white mist finally
appeared before her, a tall figure was now clearly identifiable. Victoria
gasped as she caught sight of a man standing not twenty feet from her. She
blinked several times to make sure her eyes weren’t playing any tricks on her.
She noted, after opening and closing her eyes for like the tenth time, that
there really was a man standing nearby. He didn’t move. He just stared at her
with as much intensity as she was gazing back at him.
Even in the darkness encasing
them both, she took in every distinctive feature of his. He was tall, as tall
as the trackers from the pack usually were. Shoulder length hair as white as a
hand full of snow framed the sides of his face. His eyes were a shade of blue
so pale, they appeared almost translucent. Unusually whitish skin and a lean
and well-muscled figure finished his physical description.
His inhuman eyes assessed her
in much the same manner she did him. Victoria watched as the breeze toyed with
his hair, bringing a few stray locks to caress his right cheek. Werewolves
tended to have unique features but this being was unique even for her. His
white hair, pale skin, and clear eyes made him look like a marble statue. Had
it not been for the few strands of hair being tossed around his shoulders by
the light breeze, she could have easily mistaken him for one.
“Who are you?” She managed to
ask at last. “What are you?”
His eyes narrowed as she
spoke but he said nothing.
“What do you want?” She asked
angrily when she noted he refused to answer.
The man took several steps
towards her then stopped. He cocked his head to one side as if he was having
trouble hearing her. Victoria did not flinch or move as he approached. There
was no need for her to back away like a frightened kitten. She refused to show
any form of fear. Not that she feared him; she was more intrigued than anything
else.
“I was once known as Tristan
Garland,” His voice startled her; it sounded so deep and gruff that she
couldn’t help but think that perhaps he used it very little.
“Once?”
He nodded.
“Why are you following me?”
She dared to ask.
The being now known as
Tristan eyed her with curiosity.
“I do not follow you.” His
eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “You invade and hunt in my territory.” He
stated simply. She couldn’t tell whether he was angry or not. His passive face
revealed nothing of what he was thinking. “You are the one trespassing, not I.”
***
As a child, Kristy used to
lose herself in an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that she’s
all grown up, she gets to create her own fictional realms and make them come to
life in ways that most readers might not expect.
Writing has always been a passion of hers but
she never had the opportunity do so until now. After trying out numerous
options, she realized that writing was what she loved the most and so she
decided to give it a shot. As it turns out, her very active imagination helped
her achieve her goals of creating believable plots with some ordinary, and some
not so ordinary characters that move the stories along in one way or another.
As she keeps achieving her
dreams of becoming a published author, she divides her time in between four
children and a very understanding husband.
