Black Heart: Coeur De Sade (Black Heart Series)
“ Besides, he knows you are Black Heart and a hunter." "So, if I don't show them I am at least his equal, they he will try to kill me?" I said. All my knowledge of werewolves came from the entertainment media, old wive's tales, and hearsay. Since werewolves were not abominations in the eyes of God they are not hunted or killed on sight like vampires. They were still citizens with rights in America, though not necessarily in other countries. In Eastern Europe they were hu...nted just as vigorously as vampires. "Not really. He's more likely just rip out your throat and chase you away. They aren't as bloodthirsty as vampires." "Thanks." "No problemo, baby-cakes," he said, and laughed. "Just be strong, and don't try to force them to do anything. They don't like to be pushed into anything." "Great," I said. Shouldn't be too bad. I was nice people. Everyone liked me. Didn't they? "But, if it comes to a fight, how strong are werewolves? I am stronger than him, right?" Gabe was silent a long moment. "Maybe. I think a male werewolf is as strong as a female vampire," Gabe said. "Some alphas are as strong as male vampires, but only in their half-wolf form." Not good. But I've dealt successfully with stronger vampires. I should be able to fight off a werewolf. Now I was glad to hear he had to transform to become super strong, which corresponded with what I'd always heard. The ability to transform into a wolfman was the determiner of who was an alpha. Most werewolves could only change into wolves. "So, Quentin could actually be stronger than me?" "Yes, but I doubt it," he said. "He is a pack leader, the Alpha Male of the Moonblood Pack, but no where near the strongest in the area." "Okay, thanks. I'll be careful," I said. Downtown was just up ahead. Going through the mix-master while on the phone wasn't fun. "I have to go; traffic is starting to get bad." "Will you visit me tonight?" "I doubt it," I said. I had other plans for later tonight. I couldn't shake thoughts of Roger Rippner and his wings. "Tomorrow. If you're nice, and not too much of a pig, I might linger a while at your house." "Promise?" "Yeah." Okay, I was committed to "linger" now. Not that I minded. Few men enjoyed having sex with me as much as Gabe. You'd think I made his entire life by sleeping with him. Only the downside, Gabe was kinky and crude. Some of the things he wanted to do with me were just wrong. To my surprise and delight, traffic passing through the mix-master was light. No one to protest my extreme lane changes. I hated going through it. As often as not I'd end up in the wrong lane and shot out in the wrong direction. Just thinking about it made me tense. DeSoto was a suburb of Dallas, on the south side. I took Interstate 35 south out of downtown. I kept my speed down to just ten miles an hour over the speed limit, and made the trip in no time. Traffic was a little on the heavy side, but moving without any hitches. Finding Quentin was easy enough. He actually was south of DeSoto, on a farm. Gabe called it the Moonblood Run. It was where the pack got together to chase rabbits and deer, I guess. Considering what I'd heard about werewolves, they were more likely chasing each other. They were almost as randy as vampires. The farmhouse was an old, two-story wood frame. Painted white, it had a deep porch on three sides. The drive was gravel, and I found eight cars, four pickups, and ten motorcycles parked out front. The pack was bigger than I thought. Though all lit up, the house was empty. I could tell without knocking on the door. Everyone was out back in a large red barn. The barn door was open, and flickering yellow light poured out. People were laughing and cheering, almost drowning out the deep growl of wolves. Two wolves. Fighting. At least that was what it sounded like to my supernaturally powerful ears. I frowned and headed over. It was early autumn in North Texas, so it hadn't rained much since spring. The ground was rock hard. Good thing, too. I was wearing heels. In anticipation of meeting with an alpha male, I had vamped it up. I wore bright makeup, my long black hair was curled to fall in silken waves down my back and my body was sheathed in black leather — bustier top, snug pants, and thigh boots. My only accessories were a matching dog collar, silver bracelets, and big silver hoop earrings. Totally vamped. I went unarmed. Quentin couldn't be allowed to think I was afraid of him, or that I was a threat either. He might refuse to help me. Of course, I had my pistol, shoulder holster, and black leather bolero jacket in the trunk of the Mustang. For later, if necessary. "Hope I'm not interrupting any sacred ritual or anything," I said, and struck a pose just inside the barn door. "The door was open." Twenty sets of eyes turned toward me. None looked pleased to see me. No hostility, but no pleasure either. Some of those eyes looked down right feral. What surprised me, though, were their auras. Some of them were huge. Not vampire big, but still much larger than a normal person's aura. I saw most of their auras had nothing to distinguish their auras for a normal aura, which surprised me. You'd think there would be some kind of taint to their auras. But a few of their auras were slightly different, with the inside of the aura kinda filled in so that it didn't look like a perfect circle. "You must be Gabe's friend," one of the men said, just a few feet in front of me. We looked each other over. He was about six one, dark hair almost to his shoulders, feral brown eyes, and a slim build. "I'm Quentin." Quentin wasn't particularly impressive looking. He was clean shaven, and not unattractive. I just didn't see anything to indicate he was the biggest, baddest bastard there. But the proof in the pudding was after they transformed into wolves. Then I looked at his aura, and found it was the biggest of them all, and it was one of the "filled in" auras. "I'm Sable. Pleased to meet you," I said, holding out my hand. He took it, and squeezed much harder than necessary. I matched him, careful to not try and win that petty little test. Men! "Thank you for seeing me." "Thank Gabe," Quentin said. He was not a happy camper. None of them were. I started to get a little nervous. "What do you want? We're busy, so make it fast." He expected me to talk about my business in front of everyone? I don't think so. But I was distracted when I spotted the two wolves in the middle of the circle. Both were bloody and trembling with suppressed aggression. "Pack business?" I said, indicating the wolves. "Someone trying to move up in the pecking order?" "What's that supposed to mean, you fat-titted vamp tramp?" a blonde of about forty said, green eyes flashing. Fat-titted vamp tramp? Me? "Get her, Bridget," someone said from the crowd. Bridget was about four inches shy of my five foot ten, with shoulder length blonde hair under a tightly curled straw cowboy hat, a pink tank top and faded red jeans over scuffed up cowboy boots. She had an athletic build, and looked tough as nails. "Bridget's alpha and top female," Quentin said, grinning. "Just so you know." "Appreciate that," I said, then faced the angry werewolf. She stopped a mere foot before me. First time I ever met a mortal not afraid of a vampire. Her aura was a slightly smaller version of Quentin's. "Just an observation from an outsider, Bridget. No insult intended." "No one here wants to be your skanky fang whore," Bridget sneered. She took a more aggressive stance, like she expected me to put up a fight. "I think it would be best if you left now." "Really? There are werewolf fang whores? I've never heard of such a thing," I said, totally ignoring her belligerence. "Interesting thought, but not why I'm here. I assure you, I don't need to look for fang whores. I get numerous propositions every night." Her eyes did a slowly scan of my body, "I bet you do. Slut." I don't know if it was being called a slut, or the vitriol in her tone, but that pissed me off. Her wide mouth curled ever so slightly at the ends when my fists clenched briefly. Tension ratcheted up. "Spoiling for a fight, huh?" "If I am?" "Ever fight a vampire?" "There is a first time for everything," she said, then gave me a dismissive look. "I can transform into a wolf, too." "But I'll be a bigger wolf, or a wolf-woman. I'm alpha." Oh, made me wonder. Were the werewolves with the filled in auras the alphas? There were only a handful, and I've heard only a few werewolves were alpha. "I can morph completely into a wolf in about two seconds." They all froze. Guess they weren't thinking about that. Werewolves turned into much bigger wolves than vampires, but it took them a few minutes to transform. Alphas transformed faster, but still not as fast as a vampire. She would be pretty much helpless until she completed the transformation. "You'd be dead within a few seconds," I said. Nothing vicious in my tone. Just a matter-of-fact warning. Nothing but the facts, ma'am. "Did you think about that? And then I could turn into a bat and fly away." "How dare you come here and threaten us?" Quentin said. "Who do you think you are?" "I'm Black Heart," I said. They were really ticking me off now.MoreLess
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