Post by blackmoondagger on Oct 7, 2005 11:13:54 GMT -5
Author: blackmoondagger
Sumarry: Kaelyn Baird is a writer residing in Ireland. When she returns home after running away four years ago, Kaelyn is faced with her demons. Her ex-boyfriend comes back into her life offering passion and love that she hadn't known that he could give her, her family throwing her choice to be something that they find evil in her face, her friend's wedding. There is also the sad fact that she hasn't written a book in half a year that she has to deal with. The local pack is torn in two by the two feuding families that make up the Bloodmoon Clan of Avoyelles Parish, Louisiana. Kaelyn will have to decide which side of the pack she is one and stay alive in the process.
Copyrighted by Shandi Lemoine.
Chapter One
“Go away!” she screamed. “Leave me alone! Don’t come back!”
I could still hear myself screaming those words at him while he stood before me. I had sat huddled against the headboard of my bed, biting my lower lip and praying that my tears wouldn’t fall. The hurt on his face still haunts me to this day. His eyes filled with tears and he dropped to his knees beside my bed.
“Baby, please don’t do this.” he had begged. “Don’t do this!”
Forcing myself, I looked down into his hazel eyes and wanted to slap him. What in the f**k was he crying for? He didn’t have a right to be crying. I was the one who didn’t know what the f**k was wrong with them. Everything was so messed up and there was nothing I could do to fix myself. We’d dated for two years and he’d wanted to marry me. I couldn’t do that. Not to him. He was far too good for me. He deserved so much better than me.
“Just go.” I repeated. “You’ll be doing yourself a favor.”
He gazed up at me for a long moment and I stared back at him. His eyes held hurt and mine confusion. He rose to his feet and walked out of the door. Out of my life. That had been five years ago. Now I stood in my friend’s driveway, wishing that I could get in my car and drive away from here like had done four years ago.
The sound of gravel moving made me look ahead of me. A tall woman of around five foot seven inches smiled down at me. She had long, soft brown hair, eyes so brown that they were almost black, and natural brown skin due to the fact that her mother was white and her father black. Leanne Cameron had been my best friend since sixth grade. She’d become my friend to piss off another one of her friends.
After that we had been pretty much inseparable. When I had left four years ago, she had been sad to see me go. I think. Sad that I didn’t even know how my best friend had felt about my leaving her and everything about my life behind me so quickly. I guess I would never know because I wasn’t going to ask her.
“Kaelyn.” she breathed. “You look great, for a fox that is.”
Yes, I'm a werewolf. Surpirsed you, hun? I looked down the line of my body and frowned. I wore a black t-shirt that said “My Chemical Romance” on the front in read letters. There was fake blood stains splattered around the name. My jeans were worn and faded. My black Converse shoes were fairly new, but not that new. I was two wrist sheaths held two silver knives.
“You’re the one who looks like a queen, Leanne.” I said.
She giggled, showing me fangs. “I missed that Irish accent.” she said.
The fangs were a result of staying animal form more often than human. Leanne was a weretiger and I knew d**n well and good that there were going to be lycanthropes at this party. The whole reason that I had come home to Moreauville, Louisiana was because this pretty little weretiger was getting married to a member of the Avoyelles Parish werewolf pack. Yes, a weretiger was going to marry a werewolf. Surprise, surprise. The catch to this you may be wondering is that my ex-boyfriend Gael McKale was made pack leader two years ago.
I flashed a smile. “All these years there haven’t done much to improve it, lass.” I said.
The only reason I knew this was because Leanne had thought it critical that I be kept up to date on what was going on here in good ol’ Louisiana. It wasn’t my favorite place in the world but I couldn’t keep running away from home, now could I? All that would prove was that there was something here worth running from. To be honest, there was something worth running from.
“Kaelyn.” a voice whispered behind me.
I turned and suddenly wished that I hadn’t. That something worth running from stood there. Right in front of me, blocking my f**king path from running yet again.
Sumarry: Kaelyn Baird is a writer residing in Ireland. When she returns home after running away four years ago, Kaelyn is faced with her demons. Her ex-boyfriend comes back into her life offering passion and love that she hadn't known that he could give her, her family throwing her choice to be something that they find evil in her face, her friend's wedding. There is also the sad fact that she hasn't written a book in half a year that she has to deal with. The local pack is torn in two by the two feuding families that make up the Bloodmoon Clan of Avoyelles Parish, Louisiana. Kaelyn will have to decide which side of the pack she is one and stay alive in the process.
Copyrighted by Shandi Lemoine.
Chapter One
“Go away!” she screamed. “Leave me alone! Don’t come back!”
I could still hear myself screaming those words at him while he stood before me. I had sat huddled against the headboard of my bed, biting my lower lip and praying that my tears wouldn’t fall. The hurt on his face still haunts me to this day. His eyes filled with tears and he dropped to his knees beside my bed.
“Baby, please don’t do this.” he had begged. “Don’t do this!”
Forcing myself, I looked down into his hazel eyes and wanted to slap him. What in the f**k was he crying for? He didn’t have a right to be crying. I was the one who didn’t know what the f**k was wrong with them. Everything was so messed up and there was nothing I could do to fix myself. We’d dated for two years and he’d wanted to marry me. I couldn’t do that. Not to him. He was far too good for me. He deserved so much better than me.
“Just go.” I repeated. “You’ll be doing yourself a favor.”
He gazed up at me for a long moment and I stared back at him. His eyes held hurt and mine confusion. He rose to his feet and walked out of the door. Out of my life. That had been five years ago. Now I stood in my friend’s driveway, wishing that I could get in my car and drive away from here like had done four years ago.
The sound of gravel moving made me look ahead of me. A tall woman of around five foot seven inches smiled down at me. She had long, soft brown hair, eyes so brown that they were almost black, and natural brown skin due to the fact that her mother was white and her father black. Leanne Cameron had been my best friend since sixth grade. She’d become my friend to piss off another one of her friends.
After that we had been pretty much inseparable. When I had left four years ago, she had been sad to see me go. I think. Sad that I didn’t even know how my best friend had felt about my leaving her and everything about my life behind me so quickly. I guess I would never know because I wasn’t going to ask her.
“Kaelyn.” she breathed. “You look great, for a fox that is.”
Yes, I'm a werewolf. Surpirsed you, hun? I looked down the line of my body and frowned. I wore a black t-shirt that said “My Chemical Romance” on the front in read letters. There was fake blood stains splattered around the name. My jeans were worn and faded. My black Converse shoes were fairly new, but not that new. I was two wrist sheaths held two silver knives.
“You’re the one who looks like a queen, Leanne.” I said.
She giggled, showing me fangs. “I missed that Irish accent.” she said.
The fangs were a result of staying animal form more often than human. Leanne was a weretiger and I knew d**n well and good that there were going to be lycanthropes at this party. The whole reason that I had come home to Moreauville, Louisiana was because this pretty little weretiger was getting married to a member of the Avoyelles Parish werewolf pack. Yes, a weretiger was going to marry a werewolf. Surprise, surprise. The catch to this you may be wondering is that my ex-boyfriend Gael McKale was made pack leader two years ago.
I flashed a smile. “All these years there haven’t done much to improve it, lass.” I said.
The only reason I knew this was because Leanne had thought it critical that I be kept up to date on what was going on here in good ol’ Louisiana. It wasn’t my favorite place in the world but I couldn’t keep running away from home, now could I? All that would prove was that there was something here worth running from. To be honest, there was something worth running from.
“Kaelyn.” a voice whispered behind me.
I turned and suddenly wished that I hadn’t. That something worth running from stood there. Right in front of me, blocking my f**king path from running yet again.