Bøker utgitt av Elizabeth Menzie

After three hard, deep breaths a white light crashed behind my eyes. I was pushed forward with extreme force until a large door burst open in front of me. The room was pitch black; I couldn't see anything. I moved forward into the room of my mind, taking a deep breath. It was Marie's bedroom in the Rocky Mountain pack house. It hit me, when I stepped into that room it smelled like blood, silver and despair. SILVER!!I shot my eyes open as I dropped the cloth. My nostrils were bleeding badly, I had to force my head back. It made sense now, the silver from the rogue's blood was going into my sinuses which caused them to bleed. Clark came bursting through the doors, almost ripping them from the hinges. He looked as white as a ghost, "Darling, what happened? Are you ok?" Clark ran to my side, grabbing a clean cloth on his way, he tried to put pressure on my nose to stop the bleeding. I continued to keep my head tilted back while he held the back of my head. I couldn't talk clearly at that point, so I just smiled at him in an attempt to sooth him. His eyes met mine with intense concern, "Why are you bleeding?" I tried to clear my throat to try to speak, "The rogue's shirt, the blood has silver in it. I knew I recognized the scent when I was in the convention room with Melanie and Timothy but couldn't place it. When I brought it back here I did some druid channeling and I remembered where I knew the smell from."

After my overtime was done I clocked out and went to my locker. I changed out of my work coat and disposed of my hair net. As I left the ladies locker room there was a group of men outside in the lobby of the employee entrance. At the centre of it were my two least favorite co-workers; Brock Hansen and Zack Trulley. They had been in school with me from elementary all the way through grade twelve. We had been in the same class. My entire life, they had made fun of me because I was a bigger girl. Since we were all adults, you would think that childish behavior would be behind us; it wasn''t. Brock and Zack both continued to call me the various pet names they had for me like ''the walrus'' or ''the blob''. When I was a teenager it used to send me to the bathroom in tears, it would send me over the edge and cause me to want to hurt myself. Since I was older, I didn''t let it get to me as much as I used to. I decided I wasn''t going to let it tear me down, I was better then they were. I wasn''t going to allow bullies to hurt me. As I passed by the group of men, Brock shouted at me, "Hey Walrus, where are you going? Back to the sea?" I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I found that not responding was the best way to deal with them. If I acknowledged their behaviour it only encouraged it. I just kept walking with my head held up high. I didn''t care what they thought of me. I was a bigger girl and I wasn''t going to allow their words to tear me down.

Slowly, he lifted his head and kissed my chin. I didn't respond, I just continued to stare out the window. He moved his hands from my hips up to my neck and continued to kiss my chin and cheeks sensually. I was sure he was trying to be sexy and romantic but it wasn't interesting to me. He trailed his lips up to my mine and started to kiss and nibble on my bottom lip. I moved my face to the other side in a silent attempt to get away. "Why are you like this? Just kiss me, Margot." He whined. I glanced above myself into his face, "I told you Seth, I'm not into it. I don't want to kiss you." He sighed heavily and leaned his face into my neck, "I don't understand you. I've tried to do whatever you wanted, I don't get it. I just want to make you happy. I want to make you come." I chuckled, "I've never gotten off with you. You know that." It came out cruel, which I hadn't intended on. It wasn't his fault that I didn't seem to respond to him, he tried all kinds of things but it just didn't do anything for me. Seth looked down at me, his face was full of hurt, "I think I love you, you know." I shook my head, "No you don't. Trust me, this isn't love. This is just sex." I pushed up on his chest, motioning for him to get off of me and pull out. He did as I requested, shifting onto his haunches so I could pull myself over to the other side of the back seat. I pulled my shirt down and pick up my jeans from the floor of the car. "I can love you if I want to." He muttered as he pulled his own clothes onto his body. He had taken the condom off, tied it and threw it out the window. I tugged my hair up into a pony tail and glared at him, "You can, but I would advise against it. I don't love you, Seth and I'm not going to."

"Greetings Delta Gillies of the Red Rose Pack,It is our honor to request that your unmated daughters, Marie and Charlotte Gillies attend the 110th Mating Exhibition of the Central Prairie Territory to be held in Brandon, Manitoba this year. Registration will be at 9am on April 4th, followed by three days of activities, concluding on April 8th at 10am. Please find the complete itinerary included in this invitation. Please find a copy of this letter has also been sent on to your alpha. Failure to comply with this invitation will have consequences for your family and your pack. Thank you, and may the Moon Goddess be with you.""Charlotte, I understand how you are feeling," my mother began, kneeling in front of me. "I know you see this as some sort of prehistoric tradition. You are right, it is. But this is our tradition, it is not meant to hurt you. It is bigger then you, bigger then one family and one pack. These traditions are meant to protect all of us and to ensure the continuation of our species. This isn''t going to be the end for you, it is a new beginning." I throw my hands in the air, the invitation falls slowly to the ground. I am in tears now, hot messy tears that are coming down my face faster then I can wipe them away. "That is easy for you to say mom, you wanted to be mated. You wanted to find someone to be your everything. You wanted to have children and tow the pack line. I don''t want someone to complete me, I am complete on my own."