1
But a smell shivered him awake. It was a scent as old as the world. It was a hundred aromas of a thousand places. It was the tang of pine needles. It was the musk of sex. It was the muscular rot of mushrooms. It was the spice of oak. Meaty and redolent of soil and bark and herb. It was bats and husks and burrows and moss. It was solid and alive - so alive! And it was close. The vapors invaded Nicholas' nostrils and his hair rose to their roots. His eyes were as heavy as manhole covers, but he opened them. Through the dying calm inside him snaked a tremble of fear. The trees themselves seemed tense, waiting. The moonlight was a hard shell, sharp and ready to ready be struck and to ring like steel. A shadow moved. It poured like oil from between the tall trees and flowed across dark sandy dirt, lengthening into the middle of the ring. Trees seem to bend toward it, spellbound. A long, long shadow.. .Stephen M. Irwin
2
Putting on the collar is taking charge of unexpected situations. Keeping humans from taking control from me. To tell hunters that I'm not prey. Not a trophy by wearing the collar. I looked at the circlet again. Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.Jazz Feylynn
3
Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.Jazz Feylynn
4
Being a werewolf, an alpha more so, isn't about being aggressive over others but controlling yourself, the wolf's wild virus inside my DNA, and emotions that comes with the beast.Jazz Feylynn
5
I swear it looked like she wanted her words to slither around us and go out the door unheard.Jazz Feylynn
6
No electricity, fridge, TV or game console. I guess changing from human was enough fun and games for werewolves.Jazz Feylynn
7
His eyes forward didn’t deviate from the off-road trail, his chiseled jaw gripped shut during the ride. He didn’t release any sound of explanation until we arrived.Jazz Feylynn
8
Yes, Dad collared me before I was even born. Nevertheless, he made me the one in authority of the collar and myself.Jazz Feylynn
9
Keeping her in her roots of greenness.Jazz Feylynn
10
Maybe it's a green thing or a wolf thing or a short-circuit thing. I don’t seem to know anything.Jazz Feylynn
11
Her blue eyes glowed headlight red into my leafy greens. Those eyes were freaky.Jazz Feylynn
12
That did explain his sucky home life growing up but didn’t excuse the way he treated others. Was there childcare for abused werewolves?Jazz Feylynn
13
Her wild race caused the dried-up ferns, thorny plants, and low-hung tree branches–away from the lake–to grab at our clothing in the mad dash over the narrow packed dirt through the trees.Jazz Feylynn
14
Be careful. The conditions are treacherous with mud-sucking tentacles pulling shoes and socks into the murky bottom while smearing grime on those who passed by.Jazz Feylynn
15
Was there childcare for abused werewolves?Jazz Feylynn
16
My nerves did a jitter dance,Jazz Feylynn
17
Fingers you, claws me, crossed hoping Dad sees it that way.Jazz Feylynn
18
I got a whiff of minty fresh breath. Definitely not, what I'd expect from a wild wolf.Jazz Feylynn
19
Now you're being ridiculous. If your mom changed into a carrot, I'd think she'd change back before someone ate her, werewolf or not.Jazz Feylynn
20
Off Spruce, there was a little known trail. A savage gulley wound through acreage of older residential homes that met up with Green Rock Drive. A natural bouquet gust of wind assaulted me. The domestic and native encroached on each other in a battle for dominance at the edges of the cramped path's undergrowth. The tangy scent of wild onion and sagebrush intermingled with the verdant odor of wild geranium, blue flax, columbine and creeping pussytoes. The wild weeds spiced up the encroaching grass turf and the tamed floral honeysuckle vines and lilac bushes.Jazz Feylynn