Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

at night. Her sensitive hearing picked up sounds she’d never heard before while new scents hit her nose and thrilled her senses. Her padded feet struck the ground, and, although she ran as hard as she could, Reese and Blane in their werewolf bodies soon caught up with her. They loped together, their tongues lolling out of the mouths, toward the meeting place the Holms cousins had suggested.
    Charlie rounded the corner of the road and skidded to a stop. Her sister, her yellow fur shining under the moonlight, greeted her by playfully nipping at her. The men, their human personalities showing through, greeted each other by bumping into each other or rolling in a quick wrestling match.
    Shannon pushed at her side, urging her to get farther from the males. Not understanding what her sister was up to, Charlie followed her anyway until they’d gone back around the bend in the road.
    Shifting, Shannon stood up, unashamed in her beautiful human body. Charlie did the same, curious to see what her sister wanted.
    “You’d better hope no one comes around the bend and sees two naked women standing in the middle of the road.”
    Her sister’s laugh was bright and airy. “It won’t be the first time it’s happened. But folks around here take it in stride.”
    Charlie squinted at her sister. “What’s going on? You’ve got some news, don’t you? Is it our father or mother?”
    “Ack. No, thank goodness. What I have to share is good news.”
    “Then tell me already. The guys aren’t going to wait on us much longer.” She crossed her arms over her chest, shielding her as well as helping to keep her nervous excitement at bay.
    “This is the last time I’m going to go running for a while.” Shannon’s eyes sparkled.
    Charlie’s excitement died. “But why? What’s the matter?”
    Shannon looked back toward where the men were then put a finger to her lips. “I haven’t told Anderson or Daniel yet, so you have to keep this a secret. I’ve only known for two days.”
    “You’re killing me. Will you please just tell me? Won’t they let you run? Or are they sex fiends like my men? They go wild with lust every time I come near them.”
    Shannon arched an eyebrow. “You sound more like Blane every day.”
    “I do? How?”
    “Because you’re talking so much I can’t get a word in to tell you my good news.”
    Charlie opened her mouth to speak then closed it and mimicked locking it with a key.
    “Good.” Shannon took Charlie’s hands as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Charlie, you’re going to be an auntie.”
    Charlie’s eyes grew wide as she let out a shriek and brought her sister into a big hug. “I can’t believe it. You’re having a baby.”
    Shannon pushed her away just as the men came running. Reese changed into his human body while the others split up and surrounded the women as though guarding them from some unseen danger. Shannon shot Charlie a stern look then shifted, turning into a beautiful golden werewolf.
    “Are you two okay? Why did you scream?” Reese skimmed his hands along her arms.
    Charlie gave him a sly smile and pulled away. “I thought I saw a snake. You know. Like the one at the pond. Come on, guys. Are we running or not?”
    Ready for the pain of changing, she shifted and dropped onto four paws. Reese did the same. She whirled around then slid next to her sister. Once their men had grouped around them, the sisters threw back their heads and howled. Breaking into a lope, they led their men as they ran under the moon.
     
    THE END
     
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
     
    Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. (To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.)
    Born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was (and remains) down right sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition: to be an erotica paranormal romance author.
    Jane spends at least six days a week locked in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Every day a new character will knock on the door of her imagination. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing at least twelve books a year.
     
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