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.