For many centuries the shape-shifters of the world have lived in chaos, fighting clan against clan and breed killing breed. All Were-beings knew of the prophecy that spoke of the ones who would come and bring peace to those who lived among the humans in secrecy. And to those who lived under the thumb of an overbearing ruler. A Wolf King who gained his thrown after the death of his parents, killed by the hands of a crazed matriarch, she-ruler, of the foulest shape-shifting kind…, finds what Mother Earth places in all unnatural being’s soul mates. The other half of his soul and the one thing that can set the prophecy on its foretold path. Only, Sky Delaney is no shape shifter. What will Anthony the clan leader do once he realizes the other half of his soul is in a frail, pure…Human? His beast has made its choice; the question is…will the human comply?
“Yes, honey, this is a woman thing. You go enjoy yourself and don’t worry. She’ll be fine,” Bonny jabbered and moved up by Anthony, moving her hands up and down, not knowing what to do with herself.
“If you do not calm yourself, you will pass out just like she did,” Adella smiled, patting her on the back. “Come, you’ll be alright.”
“I haven’t had a baby, well, since I had a baby,” Bonny giggled, causing Adella to look back at Henry, who made the motion indicating that she had a little to drink.
“I think we have several months to worry about having a baby…don’t we?” Anthony asked, pausing on the staircase.
“Of course, don’t be foolish. Move yourself, boy,” Adella replied, swatting him on the butt.
“That is so funny,” Bonny snickered, tilting backwards.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Adella said, grabbing her around the waist and pushing her up against the banister.
“Did I just hiccup?” Bonny asked, laughing out loud. “That blue stuff was really good.”
“For the sake of Mother Earth, she drank your grandfather’s tonic.”
“She did what?” Anthony replied, so shocked he almost tripped and dropped Sky.
“Oh, this is not going to be good.”
Anthony lightly kicked Adella’s bedroom door open, and laid Sky—who was already asking what was going on, on the bed. He told her she had fainted, while Adella sat Bonny on the chair by the fireplace. Afterwards she grabbed a cold wash cloth out of the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.
Sky sat up on the edge of the bed, turning three shades whiter, and then announced that she was going to be sick. Adella slid to a stop right at the foot of the bed, throwing the rag at Anthony and rushing back into the bathroom, grabbing the waste basket. She spun around and slung it in Anthony’s direction, with him catching it putting it under Sky’s head just in time to catch the contents of her stomach.
“I’m going to be ill,” Bonny burped, scooting to the edge of the chair, reaching for her mouth.
“What has cursed me this day?” Adella rolled her eyes and threw her head back.
She grabbed Bonny under the arm, dragged her to the toilet, where she held her head up so she could relieve herself of the blue tonic. The same tonic that Anthony’s grandfather had made for years and been drunker than a skunk off of every time he opened the jug.
Sky laid back and started crying for no apparent reason, while Bonny on the other hand was hugging the toilet singing a song that couldn’t be understood by anyone.
Adella left Bonny to entertain herself and went around to the other side of the bed, and lay down next to Sky. “I do not remember reading anything about this in the book of prophecies,” she said turning her head, looking into Sky’s tear filled eyes.
“I don’t feel so good,” Sky sniffled.
“It will pass, child. We all go through it. As for your mother in the other room, she will feel the effects of her day for hours to come.” Then she and Anthony both started laughing.
“I don’t get it,” Sky said, rolling over wiping her nose on her sleeve.
“Bonny drank a mixture that grandfather makes, claiming it helps his bones. It is so powerful, that no man can drink a full glass without becoming so drunk that he cannot stand straight,” Adella explained, smiling and closing her eyes.
“You should see her daughter drunk.”
“I believe I will pass. That reminds me. She and Parker should be returning anytime. Carter took them with a few of the enforcers to your father’s home to retrieve her, what she called, suitable clothing,” Adella said, putting her arm over her forehead.
“Tell me again…why didn’t we get rid of her?”
“Ladies,” Anthony snickered, moving the trash can back and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“She’s such a bitch,” Sky whispered, sitting up on her elbow. “Think that’s gonna change, because she’s a new pig?”
“Her mother will hear you,” he said putting his finger to his lips, smiling the whole time.
“She will not remember,” Adella interjected, as she sat up. “I better get Kayla to help me put this one in the tub, then directly in the bed.”
“Adella?” Sky reached up taking her hand.
“Will there really be others trying to kill our baby?”
“In his future,” she paused. “I fear so.” She squeezed her hand, then left to find, Kayla.
©Copyright Robin Renee Ray July 2013
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Crystal Rivers had suffered many things throughout her life, but none was more shocking than the untimely death of her husband. Learning that her in-laws were not the loving people they claimed to be, she soon finds herself in the arms of her only living relative…her elderly, Aunt Milly.
Now with child, Crystal is determined to create a new world for her and her unborn baby on the majestic farm that she herself once enjoyed as a child. Falling in love was not part of that plan, but many things were about to come to pass that Crystal could have never imagined. Deceit and an attempt on her and her child’s life would test her will to survive, to the very core of Crystal’s sanity.
Milly cleared her throat several times on the way to the chicken coop to keep from laughing. She didn’t want to spill the beans, so to speak. She knew the best way to learn how to do anything on a farm was to get down and get your hands dirty, and that was just what she was going to let Crystal do. Once they were at the chicken coop, Milly opened the door and ushered Crystal in.
“Why do I have to go first?”
“Cause you have the feed and I need to lock the door.”
“You’re going to lock me in?” Crystal yelped, panic setting in.
“I’ll be in there with ya, gathering eggs. They ain’t gonna hurt ya,” she promised as Crystal walked through the door. “Just don’t turn your back on the rooster.”
Crystal tried to turn and go back out, but the door was already closed and Milly was walking toward another one. Crystal was on her heels in one huge step.
“How will I know which one's the rooster?”
“He has a pecker,” she replied and burst out laughing.
“He’ll be the one that’s trying to get at your leg,” Milly laughed, then opened the door where the chickens had been throughout the night. She shuffled in and started gathering the eggs while the flock of fowl scurried out. When she didn’t hear anything coming from outside the coop, she stepped back out to see Crystal frozen in the middle of fifteen chickens and one cocky rooster.
“Just toss the grain on the ground and they’ll move away from ya,” Milly said, smiling ear to ear.
Crystal turned the bucket upside down, pouring it all in a single pile, then tossed the bucket toward the corner of the pen. The chickens began flocking around the front of her feet and she jumped back, hitting the rooster with the back of her leg. The startled bird jumped up and angrily flogged the back of her thigh. She screamed and took off running from the creature that came up no higher than her shin, with that rooster on her every step of the way.
She circled around the inside of the cage three or four times before she finally put her back to the chicken-wire wall and started screaming at the rooster to, “stay back or else!” Milly got so tickled that she couldn’t have helped the poor girl if she’d wanted to. She was doubled over in laughter, holding her side, trying to suppress the pain that shot through it from laughing so hard. Every time the rooster jumped at Crystal, she would kick out her foot and try to hit him back.
“That’s right, you have to show him who’s boss!” Milly said between hiccups of laughter.
“I’m done, can I get out now? Please?” Crystal begged as she kicked once again at the rooster that seemed determined to show her who the boss was and it certainly wasn’t her.
Milly turned around and grabbed the last few eggs before walking over to where she and the rooster were engaging in their little war. Milly hollered, “Get!” waving her hand toward the rooster. He bobbed his head, scratched his foot across the ground a few times, and then joined his females.
Crystal carefully slid with her back to the cage wall toward the door that would let her out, not once taking her eyes off of her new-found friend. Milly unhooked the latch and in a split second, Crystal was out in the open with her hands on her knees and her head hanging down.
“I guess fried chicken is out of the question for supper tonight,” Milly joked, knowing she wouldn’t let Crystal live this one down for some time.
Crystal started to lift her head to retaliate when she noticed her tennis shoes were no longer white. “What the heck is that on my shoes?”
“Well, good night child, it’s chicken shit,” Milly said, shaking her head smiling, knowing the day was going to be a little longer than she had anticipated. “Think you’re ready to help me with the horses?”
“You really don’t give a person time to think about their problems, do you? Are your horses very big?” she inquired, scraping her shoes on the gravel at her feet.
©Copyright Robin Renee Ray July 2013
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