Imperfection (Pure Blood)
At the center of a war brewing between two packs: her son
Meara Falk always followed her parents’ rules, until one night in March when the temptation to let loose changed her life forever.
Nine months later, disowned and with a baby on her hip, she discovers werewolves exist after being on the wrong end of some teeth and claws. During her first change, werewolves attack, stealing her son and driving her out of her home.
Now she’s looking for the man who kidnapped her baby and turned her life upside down. Meara’s son is in the middle of a threatened war between two powerful packs. Getting him back will jeopardize the lives of everyone she loves.
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I didn’t remember walking down the street, but when I looked up, I saw that I had made it all the way back to Skipper’s. The crowd hadn’t let up at all, but now the sidewalk had taken on a green tint. Glancing inside, I thought I saw someone who looked familiar. Again, I heard someone shout my name, so I squeezed into the entrance and headed toward the back. My name was shouted somewhere closer this time. Spinning around, I just couldn’t tell where it was coming from in the crowd. I stumbled and felt strong arms around my waist that kept me from hitting the floor. Effortlessly he lifted me off the ground and turned me around so that my hands were splayed across his expansive shoulders. Looking up to see who caught me, I realized that my mystery man had found me again.
“Meara. Beautiful Meara. Let’s leave these inebriated fools and find some place to talk. Some place that doesn’t have this noise you college students claim is music.”
I don’t think I could have said no even sober to this man. He led me out the front door, and we walked down the street a little ways. I could see that we were heading toward what looked like a motorcycle. The handlebars were a lot higher in the air than normal, but then again, I saw mostly scooters on campus, which were hardly a comparison. Coming up on it, I could tell it was black with a sloping design. It was higher in the front than the back and had what looked like red interspersed inside the engine. The seat looked like it was only big enough for one person and the man next to me definitely would take up all of it.
“I can’t ride on that! I’ll fall off the back!” I could tell I was slurring a bit. The words felt thick in my mouth and didn’t really want to come out.
“Lass, there’s more than enough room when you are sitting in my lap.” Listening to him this time, I thought I detected an accent in his voice, but I couldn’t place it. He climbed onto the bike and reached over, placing both hands on either side on my hips. Then to my surprise, he picked me up and put me on the bike so that I was basically sitting on the gas tank. He wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me tight against him before the bike roared to life.
“Get ready for the ride of your short life, lass. This will be something you won’t ever want to forget.”
Ironically, that’s exactly what happened. I blacked out during the ride, and my life has never been the same since.
About Phaedra: Phaedra Seabolt is the youngest of four and the only girl. She spent her childhood trying to be the best she could be at everything she did which drove her to attend college long enough to attain her master’s degree. Now she is a stay at home mom and happily married.
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