Beautiful Creatures Series

Gordon was cleaning up from his last customer when he heard the door chime announcing someone’s entrance. He put down
the bottles of ink he was putting away and walked around the corner to the front room. He greeted the man on the other side of
the counter. He was dressed in a fine suit. He looked like one of those arrogant stuffy business types with his polished wingtip
shoes and Ken doll hair cut. This man was a typical douche, not the kind of people that usually came walking into his shop.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m lost.”
“And where are you going?”
“I’m looking for a man. He goes by the name of Darrell Savage. He’s a general contractor.”
“Yeah, I know who he is.”
“Right, well, I was told he lives in Feral, but I don’t see any houses, just businesses.”
“Right,” Gordon said, staring at this man. He sensed this guy might be trouble.
“Could you tell me how to get to his place?”
“Well, that depends.”
“Oh, what?”
“Why are you looking for him?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Well, you see, we take care of our own here in Feral. We don’t like strangers. You, my friend, are a stranger. I’m not going to tell
you how to find Darrell until I know why you want to find Darrell.”
“It is private business.”
“Nothing is private in Feral.”
“look, if you are not going to tell me where to find him, I’m just going to go down the street and ask someone else,” the man
snarled.

Gordon smiled. He knew no one would tell this man anything. The protection of the pack was absolute. No matter their
differences, they would never turn on each other. “You go ahead and do that,” the man snarled and stormed out. The door
chimed as he exited. Gordon took out his cellphone and called Darrell.
“What’s up, Gordon?” Darrell answered chipper. He must have known who was calling, thanks to caller ID.
“Some douche bag business guy was just here. He’s looking for you.”
“What does this guy look like? I work for so many spoiled douchebags. You will have to be more specific.”
“Cheesy three-piece suit, short brown hair, dark eyes, kind of looks like a weasel.”
“It is got to be Nigel.”
“Nigel?”
“Katelyn’s ex.”
Gordon was instantly annoyed by the very mention of that woman’s name. “Katelyn? I thought you were done with that human
woman?”
“Well, I guess I’m not as done as I thought I was.”
Gordon groaned. “Damn it, Darrell.”
“Look, I’ll deal with this guy. I’m on my way,” the line went dead. Gordon tucked his smartphone into his pocket and headed for
the door. He was locking up early because he had a feeling the shit was going to hit the fan. It would only take Darrell ten
minutes to get to the hub, and once he did, all hell was going to break loose.
***
Nigel walked down the street to the local grocery store. Darrell had to eat, and it was a fair bet that he probably bought his food
here. There was a good possibility that one of the employees knew where he lived. Opening the door, Nigel walked in and over
to the counter. He looked around but did not see anyone. “Hello,” he called out.
A young woman came out from the back room. Nigel’s mouth curved in a slick grin. Damn, she was one hell of a looker. He
instinctively ran his hands through his hair and over his suit, making sure he looked his best. “Can I help you?” She asked. Oh,
she had a sexy voice.

“Yes, I’m looking for...?” He paused in thought. Why did he come in here again? Oh right. “I’m looking for directions.”
“Where you headed?”
“I’m looking for Darrell Savage’s home. Could you point me in the right direction?”
“I could.”
They both stood in silence for a moment. “So?” He asked, annoyed.
“I said I could. Not that I would.”
“Why not?”
“I know, Darrell. If he wanted you to know where he lived, you would already know.”
“We are friends.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“Why?”
She leaned in as if to tell him a secret. “Because you aren’t his type.”
She was pretty but mouthy. “You are a bitch, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea. If I were you, I would leave Feral. I assure you sticking around will not bode well for you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Foresight,” she smiled sweetly.
“You stupid bitch,” Nigel snarled as he left the store. What was wrong with the people in this shit hole? They were all so hostile.
Annoyed, Nigel stepped out into the street and saw a truck pull up to the curb next to him. Darrell hopped out, followed by
Katelyn of all people. Darrell came around the front of his truck. “I have a bone to pick with you,” Nigel growled at Darrell. Before
Darrell could reach him, Katelyn got to him first. She balled up her fist and punched him as hard as she could in the face. Nigel’s
head snapped back, and a blinding pain formed behind his eyes as his nose bled and began to swell almost instantly. “You broke
my nose, you slut!”

“I’m the slut? You are the one fucking the whole town behind my back. God, I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”
“Get out of my face,” Nigel snapped at her.
“Why you can’t handle someone pointing out that you are a lying sack of....” Nigel swung his arm, slapping Katelyn across the
face so hard she fell to the ground from the force of the impact. And she went down she struck the back of her head against the
front passenger fender of Darrell’s truck.
“I have wanted to do that for a long time,” in a flash, Derrell was between Nigel and Katelyn. “You want some too, Hillbilly?”
Suddenly Darrell’s eye began to glow, and Nigel took a cautious step back. He snarled, and Nigel saw fangs. Nigel began to
back away. “What the hell are you?” He breathed as he looked around at the people who had come out of the buildings to watch
the argument. Every one of them had glowing eyes and fangs. “What the fuck?”
He bumped into a large body behind him and turned to see the name from the Tattoo shop. Like all the others, his eyes were
glowing, and he smiled, showing off a pair of fangs like the other. “If I were you,” the tattoo shop owner snarled, “I would run.”
***
Darrell watched as Nigel ran to his car and got in. He spun the tires as he took off. Katelyn picked herself up, her hand on her
head. “Darrell, you have to stop him. If he gets back to Aspen, he will go straight to the police. If he starts screaming werewolf,
this town is going to be swarmed by hunters. You can’t let him get away,” Darrell looked after the car as it disappeared from
sight. He then looked back at Katelyn.
“I have to kill him,” he said.
“Go!”
Darrell took off running after the car shedding his clothes as he went letting the change take over. In the span of ten feet, Darrell
had gone from man to beast. All four paws hit the ground running, and his speed increased. He did not have to look back to
know the pack was behind him. They were not letting Nigel get away.
Nigel was out of sight quickly, but Darrell had his scent, and he followed it. They ran as fast as they could, and it did not take long
for them to catch up with Nigel on the highway. Seconds later, the pack overtook Nigel’s car. Darrell lept into the air and landed
on the roof, caving in the roof a few inches from the force of his weight. Off to the side came the big black beast that was
Gordon. She raced up beside the car and then lept into the air and pushed off from the side of the mountain that liked to
Colorado road slamming his massive body into the side of the car, sending it swerving.

Stanton came up on the other side and swiped the driver’s side rear tire with his front claws tearing the rubber to shreds. With
the tire gone, Nigel lost control of the vehicle, and the car spun out and went off the road. Darrell jumped off as the car rolled
down the side of the mountain, crushing bushes and stopping when it slammed into a tree. The tumble down the mountainside
crushed the car.
Darrell made his way down the hill to the car. He sniffed around the shattered windows and found Nigel slumped in the front.
Broken and bleeding, but still conscious. Darrell jammed his snout through the window, frying to bite and Nigel’s leg so he could
get a hold of the man and drag him out of the car, but because of his size and the condition of the vehicle, Darrell could not reach
him. Not willing to give up, he reached in with his paws trying to dig his claws into
Nigel’s leg and get a grip on him. Nigel kicked at him trying to get out the other window. Where Darrell failed, Nigel succeeded.
He crawled out the opposite window trying to escape, but he was too wounded to get up and run. Noticing his prey escaped the
car, Darrel jumped up and over the upside-down car and pounced on Nigel as he crawled away.
Seconds later, the rest of the pack members who had followed him were at their side, and everyone was biting and tugging as
Nigel screamed. When the screaming stopped, the wolves backed up and stared at the non-moving body. The unpleasant deed
was done. Nigel was dead, and the pack was a secret once more. Gordon let out a howl, and the others followed suit, then they
all started the run back to Feral.
***
Katelyn paced the floor of Darrell’s house. She had driven his truck back to the house when the pack took off. She was worried.
If Nigel got away, he would bring back the police, or the army, or worse, hunters. Everyone would die, and the pack would be
wiped out because of her.
She knew she was not a Lycanthrope like the rest of them, but she had developed friendships with some of them. She was crazy
about Darrell, and she adored Aurora. Stanton was ok, and she even liked Gordon. She did not blame Gordon for his hostility;
after all, he was just a good guy trying to protect those he loved. She held no grudges when it came to him.
She did not like the idea of killing Nigel, but she understood they were left with no choice. At this point, someone had to die, and
it was either Nigel or the pack. She would protect the pack. She would protect Darrell.
When the door nudged opened, Katelyn spun around and saw the tanned wolf coming in as it transformed into Darrell standing
naked and covered in blood.
“Oh, my God,” she panicked at the sight of all that blood. “So much blood?”

“It is not mine,” he snarled as he walked through the house to the washroom. “I need a shower,” once inside, he shut the
washroom door, cutting himself off from her. She had no idea how killing people affected Darrell. She knew at heart he was a
good man. A kind and gentle man, but behind that man was a strong and powerful alpha ready, willing, and capable of defending
those he loved with deadly force. Still, it had to be hard on him when he was left no choice.
It made her think about the night she went to the bar with him. When she saw what he was and chose not to kill her. She now
understood had bad that must have been for him. Everyone telling him to end her and him going against what was best for the
pack. By all rights, he should have killed her that night. Knowing what she knew now, she could not even fault him for it. Still, she
grateful he had chosen to spare her. She had gotten off extremely lucky.
Darrell loved her. He had proven it when he exposed himself to Nigel after Nigel struck her. He should not have, but he did. What
surprised her even more was when the rest of the pack backed Darrell in his defence of her. Maybe they were finally warming up
to her.
***
Darrell stood in the shower. Both hands on the tile wall with his head was hung, and his shoulders slumped, allowing the hot
water to wash over his body, cleansing the blood from his person. He never liked killing people. Every time he killed someone, a
little piece of him died with them even when they were dirtbags like Nigel.
How would Katelyn ever love him when she knew him to be a killer?
***
Pain radiated through his body, and Nigel came to. The world faded in and out. All he saw was blurry darkness. He had no idea
how long he had been lying there in his own blood. It was night now. He knew if he was to survive, he would have to get back to
the road. He was in immense pain as she crawled up the hill on his belly. Reaching the top, he staggered to his feet. The pain
was blinding. Through the blur, he saw a set of headlights coming his way. He staggered out into the road to flag them down for
help. The car swerved, just missing him, and Nigel collapsed to the asphalt. He could not get up. He had not the strength. He
heard a voice in the distance, and two shadowed figures knelt over him. Then it all went black.