Claimed - Sample Chapter

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Claimed
K.R. Smith (author)



He closed his eyes as he sighed deeply, “I have to show you something.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked uneasily. “You can’t just explain it to me?”

“Very well,” he spoke with his eyes closed, “I will tell you first.”

“OK,” I waited for it.

He opened his dark eyes, to meet mine; “I am a Lokoti Werewolf.”

“You’re a Lokoti what?”

“I am a Lokoti Werewolf.”

“Oh, is that a name for an ice hockey team, or something?” I frowned in confusion. “You play sport, is that it?”

“You do know what a Werewolf is, don’t you?”

“Something dog-like, with claws?” I shrugged. “Like in the movies, ‘The Howling’, or ‘An American Werewolf In London’, or some such?”

“They’re more like North American Werewolves or European Werewolves, I am a different kind of Werewolf.”

“Right! Of course you are! You’re a Werewolf!” I spoke with false bravado. “I have a one night stand with a guy, who drives down from Anchorage to Seattle, to tell me that I’m his mate and that I’m carrying his child, because he’s a Werewolf? Thank God for this Flint, otherwise I would have been worried you were a crazed stalker!”

He looked on in amusement at my sarcasm, as he sat calmly.

I carried on, “does this mean that I’m carrying a baby Werewolf?”

“Our son will be born human.” He declared. “However after his tenth birthday, if I or one of the pack should die? Then he would turn on the following full moon, to take his place among the ranks.”

“A pack…? Oh great, there’s a PACK of you? Wonderful, so you’re not alone in thinking you’re a Werewolf? That’s fantastic! Do you have club meetings?”

“We hunt together on a full moon.” He snickered at my way of putting it. “When the tribe is threatened, we fight together to remove the threat.”

“Great! Just like a gang of bikies or something...” my bravado dropped as did my head, when I almost banged it maddeningly on the table, “…please say that you’re not in the mob?”

“We don’t participate in organized crime.” Flint frowned upon the idea. “Our existence is kept a secret, protected by the humans in the tribe.”

“If this is such a secret Flint, then why the hell did you just drive all the way from Alaska to Washington, to tell me this?” I raised my head to look his way.

“Because we are mates and you are carrying my child.”


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