Book Excerpt for Pack Pals In Gay Werewolf Bundle

Annabel Bastione

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The forest loomed over us, its presence an overshadowing power, as if we were merely worshippers to the trees that reached heavens above. I peered into it, trying to see beyond the few trees and thick undergrowth that concealed its secrets. My instincts telling me there was something dangerous lurking in it.

"You're sure this is the only way?" I asked.

"According to the map, yes," my stepbrother Stefan replied.

Damn, I cursed silently. We had just started out on our journey to find Stefan's father, my stepfather, Louis and lying ahead would be our first challenge. Granted it was Louis that first gave Stefan, and subsequently I, this great gift, this powerful curse that could help us overcome any adversary. But still, the lack of experience growing up in the world made me fearful of it and what was to lie ahead.

"Alright then, you ready?"

I nodded. We had no choice, and I was eager to see how my transformed body fared in new environments. I watched as Stefan took off his shirt, revealing a toned, muscular body riddled with scars from previous altercations. The scars did nothing but to make his body even more beautiful in my opinion. I took my shirt and dropped my provisions at one side.

Letting myself relax as my mind drew a blank, I let my animalistic instincts and urges take over me as I felt that strange, yet all too familiar feeling over transformation. Before I knew it, I held up my hands and saw the claws on my paws. I turned to Stefan, he too had transformed into the most handsome werewolf I had seen.

Granted, it was the middle of day, but we were always more like shape shifters than actual werewolves. We were still in control of ourselves, unlike our feral cousins that have lost all reason, hiding in the wild and only transforming during a full moon. Like I said, they have lost control.

My senses told me that we were alone and that no one had seen us. Good. Werewolves were ostracized by the human community in general. I knew it firsthand, where my father participated in a hunting trip commissioned by the village chief to take down the werewolf. Sadly, it was my father that ended up being the prey.

I smirked at the thought, how ironic that the one creature my father spent his whole life fighting would end up being his own son?

"Ready?" Stefan grunted. Of course, to regular humans a werewolf's speak would seem at best, barking and at worse, a blood curdling howl. But since I gained the ability, I could understand the language of not just other werewolves, but the normal wolves clearly too.

"Yea," I howled as we both headed into the forest in quick, light steps. We were agile as hell, and had spent the first two years, when our village had yet to know our terrible secret, training and playing in the nearby woods. We climbed over fallen logs, ran through the treetop canopies, played extreme games of hide and seek and tag amongst other things. I can safely say I am thankful of those times because they helped me shape the agile me that I am today.