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by Emily Veinglory
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Kyne has become a werewolf and been sent into exile. Her desire to hunt and kill will soon overwhelm her until a clever man finds that stimulating other desires will save him from her attack. Jasper finds himself in love with a young girl who harbors a monster in her soul--and takes drastic measures to stay with her.
eBook Publisher: Phaze/Phaze Shiver, 2005 2005
eBookwise Release Date: September 2006
17 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [42 KB]
Reading time: 26-36 min.
The children were screaming. Kyne staggered for the door but it seemed to jerk to the side; she hit the doorway hard on the way out and kept running. It was night and pitch black under the trees. Her bare feet slapped down on dirt, grass, moldering leaves and stagnant puddles. She stumbled over the looping roots of the forest giants. She burst into the clearing and froze at what she saw.
Her father held the infant by its neck; he reached up to slam it upon the ground. Kyne did not pause. With a scream she leapt upon him biting and tearing. Her nails caught in his hair and broke on his face, digging deep into his flesh. The men shouted and tried to grab her flailing limbs. She fought wildly; taking grim satisfaction in the damage she did them. A nose crunched and a man grunted as her foot found a soft target. Finally they wrestled her to the ground.
She cursed them by their mother's womb and called the wrath of dark places upon their children and their wives. Three of them held her whilst her own father and older brother, Orden, slaughtered the yelping children. In the silence afterwards she slumped spent upon the ground, tears streaming down her face. Her uncle wrenched her to her knees as her father shook the tiny mangled corpse before her eyes.
"Bukri pups. That's all they are. The dam is dead and gone, curse her. Curse her for what she has done to you."
"It's done now," her uncle said. "The girl is ruined. Bukri-bitten, barren and mad."
She saw a flicker of the guilt in her father's eyes--he had taken her on the hunt and he had wounded the bukri that bit her. The festering wound burned on her arm; the bukri's soul blazed and writhed inside her. She cursed the Gods that let the creature's will live on inside her. Her heart broke for the helpless pups that waited and waited for their mother, and for their terror as they died.