HER SIN, a short story by Azaaa

I’d like to share a story I started writing many years ago called HER SIN. Below are the first three paragraphs. It’s a dark paranormal romance about werewolves, romance, rising above one’s history and seeing pass prejudice.


The heat drew me in more than the sounds.  I was so very cold.  Hurt too and very, very tired.  I couldn’t run any more.  I couldn’t keep my true form anymore.  I no longer knew which direction I came from.  I didn’t know who I was running from.  I wasn’t sure why I was running at all.  I couldn’t remember much of anything.  I am human.  No, I am in human form.  Too weak to change back into my wolf.  My wolf, she… wanted to be warm and safe.  She wanted me to keep running until I found a safe place to rest.  

We felt the heat of fire in the air, faint, but somewhere near by.  We could hear things in motion, and voices.  I slowly dragged myself towards the heat, taking one unsteady step at a time.  As I got closer, I could hear loud, festive sounds of laughter, talking and music.  The sound of people dancing, and of people eating and drinking.  Yes, I thought.  Surprisingly unwary of this place and this gathering of people.  I didn’t know if this was safe, but I had reached my limit.  I must get some of their heat, their food, their clothes and shelter.  I couldn’t do it alone anymore.  Not while I was so lost, injured, weak, and confused.  And, this loneliness I was feeling was freighting in its foreignness to me.

I heard the thump of someone dropping something.  I heard the gasp of surprise from a few of the people gathered.  The chatter simmered down quickly and the music slowly came to a stop.  I barely had the strength to lift my head up and look out at the people from my spot at the edge of the forest.  When I did look up, it was to find many eyes on me.  They took in my nakedness, my cuts and bruises, my half starved body and unwashed skin and hair.  

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