Beautiful Creatures Series

It was seven in the evening when Darrell walked through the door. He knew Katelyn was home when he saw her car parked in
the driveway. As he came into the house, he was assaulted by a strong smell of baked goods and his mouth watered. He walked
through the living room and into the kitchen. He came to an abrupt stop, his eyes wide. Everywhere he looked, there was baked
bread and sweet treats. His kitchen looked like a high-end bakery.
Katelyn was just filling a tray of cupcakes with pastry cream with a piping bag he had not known he had. It must have been
something that came over in her belongings. “How was your day?” Katelyn greeted him with a smile.
“Clearly not as productive as yours,” he said, picking up an éclair. He took a big bite and grinned. “Hey, that’s damn good,” he
looked around at all the treats. “It is a good thing my metabolism is super high, or else get fat eating like this.”
“I know I went overboard. I just find baking therapeutic when I feel bad,” she said, filling a clean piping bag with icing. “We can
freeze most of this, and it will taste fine when defrosted.”
“So, you bake when in a poor mood. Interesting,” he had to know. “Why are you upset?”
She began to ice each cupcake. “I went to the hospital today as I promised.”
“Was Nigel awake? Did he pick a fight with you?” He asked, concerned.
“No, he never regained consciousness. I made sure he never wood. I unplugged the life support.”
Oh, he understood now. She had killed a man that afternoon. He knew how rotten he felt when forced to take a life. He could
imagine Katelyn hated herself right now. “Did anyone see you do it?” He wanted to know if he should expect the police.
“No.”
Darrell walked back into the living room, searching for the remote. He turned on the TV and searched until he saw the news. It
was a little late for the evening news and too early for the late-night news. He wanted to see if Nigel’s death had made the news.
He had no idea because he had missed the end of the news. He would have to wait for the late-night news. In the meantime, he
had to worry about whether or not he and Katelyn should go on the run. He would not allow the police to take her when she was
only trying to fix his mistake.
He looked up from the TV and saw Katelyn standing in the archway, watching him with concern on her face. “I did the right thing,
didn’t I? I protected the pack,” he turned off the TV and rose to go to her side. He lovingly rubbed both her arms and took her in
his offering her the comfort of his body. “Are we going to be ok?” She asked, gazing up at him.

“We always are,” he lied. Darrell only told Katelyn what he knew she wanted to hear. The truth, he had no idea how this was
going to play out. “Why don’t we make some dinner and watch a movie? I’ll even help you make the meal.”
“Ok.”
“But first, let’s pack up some of those tasty treats before I eat my way into a diabetic coma,” Darrell suggested.
They spent the next hour packing up the food. They froze half. They would keep some of what they left out and give away the
rest. Then they made some homemade burgers and fries. Once the meal was made, they sat in the living room enjoying their
meal, a cold beer and selected a movie. Before they put the show on, they stopped to watch the news. There was indeed a brief
mention of an Aspen man who had been involved in a highway accident only to die later at the hospital, having never regained
consciousness.
It seemed good until the anchorman mentioned that foul play was suspected, and they both stopped breathing when they played
a very grainy hard-to-make-out surveillance video from the hospital. It was said that no hospital staff had seen the suspect but
that from the video, the police felt that the suspect they were looking for was a white female but that thanks to the poor quality of
the image, they could not identify the suspect but that the audio-video forensic team would be processing the video to see if they
could clean up the picture. Nigel was most certainly dead this time, and it was looking like they had a whole new problem.
“I didn’t think about security cameras,” Katelyn said nervously. “They are going to come to get me, aren’t they?”
“I won’t allow that,” Darrell promised. “Come on,” he said, changing the channel. “Let’s just watch the movie.”
***
The following morning Darrell got up and showered, getting ready for his workday. He was doing his best to remain quiet so that
he did not wake Katelyn. He was out in the driveway tossing his lunch and bag into the cab of his work truck. He was about to
get in when Gordon pulled his Harley into the space behind the truck. The older man climbed off his bike and walked up to shake
Darrell’s hand. Hello.
“Glad I caught you before you went to work,” Gordon said. “You and I need to talk.”
Darrell closed his door and leaned against the side of his truck. “You saw the news?”
“I did. It turns out our problem has rectified itself.”

“Yeah. He won’t be telling anyone about the pack,” Darrell agreed, not wanting to bring up the real reason Gordon had come by.
He was only delaying the inevitable conversation. The news had said the suspect was a woman, and Gordon knew as Darrell did
that the suspect they were looking for was Katelyn.
“No, I guess he won’t,” Gordon sighed. “Enough of this beating around the bush. We both know we have a new problem. The
police are looking for Katelyn. She was caught on video.”
“Yeah, but the video sucks. They will never clean it up enough to get a clear picture of her face.”
“It doesn’t matter. They had a hostile breakup. Then he ends up dead at the hand of a woman. Katelyn is going to be the first
suspect even without the video. They are going to come to Feral looking for her. In a few days, this place is going to be crawling
with cops.”
“I’m not sending her away,” Darrell said, putting his foot down. “I love that girl, and she just turned herself into a killer to protect
the pack. She was trying to help. She was protecting people who treat her like she’s a piece of shit because she is human. I
won’t punish her for that. Her heart was in the right place. I won’t abandon her.”
Gordon sighed and raked his fingers through his long dark hair. “You are right.”
Darrell was confused. He had not expected Gordon to give in at all, let alone so easily. “She did protect the pack. I challenged
her to prove her dedication, and she did. We are not going to allow the police to take her. Katelyn protected the pack, and now
the pack will protect Katelyn.”
Darrell’s face lit up. “Are you saying what I think you are saying?”
“I’ll announce it officially tonight. I’m calling for a pack meeting tonight. As of now, Katelyn is a member of the pack,” Gordon
smiled.
“So, if I marry her, we can stay?” Darrell asked, standing up tall.
“Yes.”
“Wowee!” Darrell let out a cry and threw his hat in the air. He then wrapped both arms around Gordon’s waist and lifted him up
off his feet as Darrell jumped around excitedly before putting Gordon back on his feet. Darrell ran back into the house. He was
upstairs in a flash, calling to Katelyn.

The ruckus startled Katelyn awake, and she sat up in bed, confused as Darrell rushed the bed with Gordon coming up the stairs
behind him with a smile. Darrell swept Katelyn up in his arms, lifting her from the bed and spinning around as he held her.
When he placed her on her feet, Katelyn blinked with confusion. “Gordon is making you a member of the pack,” he told her.
Katelyn smiled at Gordon, who grinned back. “Really?”
“First human pack member ever,” Darrell grinned.
“We are certainly setting a precedent,” Gordon said. “Now, don’t get too excited. A lot of the pack is not going to take this news
with grace. There are going to a lot of them that are going to be hostile. However, every single one of them will die to protect you
because, as the Musketeers of France, the pack is one for all and all for one.”
Gordon offered Katelyn his hand in friendship. “Welcome to the pack.”
Katelyn threw her arms around Gordon, hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”
“I hear we have a wedding to plan?” Gordon grinned.
“Yes.”
“I know a wonderful baker who will make you an amazing wedding cake.”
“Oh yeah?” Katelyn asked with interest.
“His daughter Aster owns a bakery in Aspen,” Darrell informed her. “She’s very good.”
“I’ll pay for the wedding cake,” Gordon offered. “My wedding gift to you.”
“Thank you,” Katelyn said with tears of joy. “You have no idea how much this means to us.”
Gordon smiled at Derrell. “I think I have an idea,” he sighed. “Well, I should get on with my day and let you guys get on with
yours. I’ll see you both at the meeting tonight.”
As Gordon turned to leave, Darrell grabbed his arm, turning Gordon back to look at him. Darrell’s expression became serious.
“Thank you, Gordon.”
“Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t,” he watched as Gordon left and then he smiled at Katelyn. “A pack member. I didn’t see that coming. I would have
settled for simply not being exiled.”
“I’m as surprised as you,” she said with a happy grin, which faded fast. “Do you think the rest of the pack is going to freak out?”
“I don’t think they are going to do anything. To challenge it would be to challenge the Alpha. Bata’s and Omegas never challenge
an Alpha.”
“It’s going to take some time to understand the pack hierarchy.”
“It’s not that hard. The Alpha is in charge. Followed by other Alphas, younger Alphas. They aren’t in charge, but they will be one
day, so consider them second in command. Then you have the reigning Luna, usually the Alpha’s mate. Followed by the future
Luna. After that, you have Batas, which are kind of like the right hand of the Alpha. Then there are the Omegas; they just follow.
It’s a fairly simple hierarchy.
“But in the movies....”
Darrell laughed. “Darling, this is real life. We are nothing like the movies.”
“What about all the folklore?”
“Just stories.”
“It’s going to take time to understand fully.”
“Baby, we got a lifetime,” he then kissed her softly. “But for now, I am late for work. I’ll see you tonight, and we will go to the
meeting together,” they said their goodbyes and then Darrell left for the day. He wanted to get as much done today as he could.
He wanted to be home early to deal with the meeting. He didn’t want Katelyn to go alone.
***
Katelyn sat at the table in the kitchen with her laptop. She was reviewing her account with the monthly payment from the various
stock photo sites she was selling her pictures on. She was making ok money, but she felt she needed to add new pictures. She
would have loved to post a few pictures of the wolves in the woods. The wolves who she now knew had been Darrell and his
friends. She needed some good pictures.

She needed to get out of the house. She grabbed her camera and decided to go for a walk. Katelyn went for a walk in the
woods, looking for something interesting. She had found her way down to a small creek where she saw a few women and their
children playing. She recognized them as pack members. She stood at the tree line and lifted her camera to take some pictures.
They were all in human form, but it was still a cute scene. Then things changed.
One kid hit another, and before she knew it, all the children had changed into large wolf cubs and started to scrap. Katelyn lifted
her camera once more, and then there was a hand in front of her lens. She lowered her camera to see one of the women next to
her. The woman was Charlotte. She was one of the three grown women who had been supervising the handful of cubs.
Charlotte held out her hand for the camera, and Katelyn reluctantly gave it to her. Kately watched as Charlotte deleted all the
pictures. “I had some great shots,” Katelyn complained.
“You can’t photography us in wolf form.”
“Why not?”
“Because it is evidence of our existence. If those pictures get out, they will draw hunters. No pictures. Comprende?”
“Got it. What’s going on here?”
“Some of the girls run a day home of the children of the pack while their parents work. See, Lycanthrope children can’t go to a
human daycare. They can’t control their powers like an older Lycanthrope. So these ladies care for the cubs while the others
work.”
“I thought you worked at a restaurant in Aspen.”
“I do. Well, actually, I did. I got into a fight with my manager and got fired. So now I’m making ends meet taking care of cubs. It
pays about the same. I hear rumours that Gordon made you a pack member.”
“Yeah, he did. Do you have a problem with that?” Katelyn asked.
Charlotte shook her head. “No, I suppose not. As long as my brother is happy, I can live with it. You are going to have to find a
new job. You can’t take pictures around here,” Katelyn supposed Charlotte had a valid point. “Why don’t you come to join us. If
nothing else, it will kill some time.”
Katelyn smiled. “I’d like that,” she would jump at any chance to participate in the pack. The more friendships she cultivated, the
more likely the pack was to accept her.

Katelyn spent the afternoon by the creek with her soon-to-be sister-in-law and her friends. She had enjoyed spending time with
the cubs. It turned out Lycanthrope cubs were very much like human children. Only when they got emotional, they turned into
wolves that would tussle and tumble while roughhousing.
It was a little saddening to think she would never sit by the creek with her own child. She had always dreamt of being a mother
with big family dinners. To be with Darrell, she had to give all those dreams up. Still, she couldn’t live life without Darrell.
As the afternoon grew late, Katelyn walked back to the house. As she reached the home, she now shared with Darrell. She
found two men in cheap suits on the wrap-around porch knocking on the door. The car they had come in was parked behind
hers. “Can I help you?” She asked, stepping up onto the wrap around.
The two men turned and took out their ID, identifying themselves as police detectives. “I’m Detective Grimes, and this is my
partner Detective Hans. We are with Robbery/Homicide. We are looking for Katelyn Ashwood.”
“I’m Katelyn Ashwood.”
“Do you have a moment to answer a few questions?” Detective Hans asked.
“Sure, come on in,” she said, opening the door. She had not locked it. She did not see the point. The only people in this area
were pack members. The detectives followed her into the house. “Please take a seat,” she gestured to the couch. “Could I get
you something to drink? Water? Coffee?”
“No, thank you,” Detective Grimes refused for both of them.
Katelyn took her seat on the armchair next to the couch the policemen were seated on. “Can I ask what this is about?”
“You recently broke up with your long-term fiancé Nigel Airhart, correct?”
“Correct.”
“May we ask why?” Asked Detective Hans.
“He was cheating on me, so I left him. I met someone new.”
“Are you aware he was recently in the hospital?” Detective Grimes asked.
“I had heard, yes. My parents told me he had been in some car accident.”

“You don’t seem concerned,” observed Detective Hans.
“I feel for the man, but I don’t see why I should care one way or the other. The man is not part of my life anymore. I’m engaged to
someone new.”
“That was fast.”
“It was a fast romance. I don’t see why I need to justify my romantic choices to you.”
“Are you aware that Nigel was murdered last night?”
“No, why would I know that. I have nothing to do with the man. Do you have a suspect?”
“Where were you yesterday between 2:00-3:00 pm?”
Katelyn was confused. She had been at the hospital at 1:30 pm. Perhaps she was wrong about the time. They seemed fairly
certain about the time, and she had been distorted at the time. “I was at my parents’ house, packing my belonging because I was
moving in here with my new fiancé.”
“And where was he?”
“At work,” she said, giving him a funny look. “I’m sorry, but are we suspects.”
“Well, actually, we are looking for a female suspect.”
“Oh, so I’m a suspect.”
“You did recently break up with the man.”
“And I have replaced him. In all honesty, Nigel doesn’t even warrant enough of my attention to be a passing thought, let alone
something I would obsess enough about to want to kill him,” she lied, hoping the lie did not show on her face. She needed these
men to believe she could not be the female suspect they were looking for. She wanted to point them in another direction and
thought about pointing the finger at Karen’s who’s new marriage just fell apart, but that would be petty, and she knew that every
time you pointed the finger at someone else, you had three more pointing back at you. She wanted the police to believe she
could not care less about what happened to Nigel and make them leave, assuming she did not care enough to be their killer.
“Do you know if Nigel had any enemies?”

“I don’t know. He wasn’t exactly a nice guy. It wouldn’t surprise me if he upset a few people along the way. Off the top of my
head, I couldn't think of anyone in particular.”
“Do you think he might have had another girlfriend? Perhaps, someone you didn’t know about?” Asked Detective Grimes.
Katelyn shrugged her shoulders. “It is possible. He wasn’t exactly faithful. He could have one or eight for all I know.”
“Well, thank you for your time,” Detective Grimes said as all three of them rose, and Katelyn walked them to the door.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help,” she showed them out and then watched from the window as they drove away. Now that she
was alone, she could breathe easier. She had no idea if they believed her lies, but they had left, and she was not in handcuffs,
so she hoped this would be the last she saw of the authorities.