Summer of the Beast by Trinity Blacio Page B

Dana snorted and plopped down onto the couch. “Frank, we're all struggling with the wolf too. You know our half wants to kill Alfred for touching her. There has never been a time in the last hundred years that we've had these feelings, and we all know we would share a female.”
    “We'll deal with that later. Now we have to prepare her for the transformation. Do we let her call home, knowing Alfred could be there?” Frank glanced at Cruse, who nodded behind him.
    “I'm not calling home. I'm calling my mom and dad. I call them every Sunday. They're watching my son, Frank. He's only four and he's going to miss me.” A single tear slipped down her cheek, but she brushed it away.
    To say he was stunned would be an understatement. The blue hair was gone. Whitnee smiled. “It wasn't permanent. My girlfriend sprayed my hair before we went out.”
    Frank shook his head. “Sorry, it just shocked me. Sit down, Whitnee. You're going to need your strength for the transformation.” Right now all he wanted to do was rip his own shirt off her body and take her right there against the wall, but he pushed the lust aside.
    “Why don't you write down your parents’ address and I'll send someone to protect them? Meanwhile, go ahead and call them. But, Whitnee, be careful when you call them. Don't tell them where you are in case Alfred already has men there. Tell them you'll be there to pick up your son tonight.” Frank handed her his cell phone.
    Whitnee flipped open the phone and dialed the number while she walked to the window. His shirt flowed to her knees.
    “There is no way she's our queen. She already has a child.” Frank turned to stare at Dana.
    He snorted. “Where does it say our queen is supposed to be a virgin, Frank? I don't know about you, but I sure don't want a virgin.”
    Frank frowned and turned back to Whitnee. “Yes, Mom, I'm fine, just running late. We'll be there to pick up Andrew this evening.”
    “Whitnee Rae, I know you're in trouble. Some men were here earlier looking for you. What's going on now?”
    Frank heard her yell in the phone.
    She turned around, fear in her eyes. “Frank…”
    “Give me the phone, Whitnee. Let me talk to your mom.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her to the chair and took the phone.
    “Mrs. Rae. My name is Frank Stein. Whitnee is fine and safe.”
    “And who are you? Did you send those men here? I'm warning you now, you don't want to mess with my family.”
    “Mrs. Rae. I didn't send those men to your home, but I do know who did and you need to be careful. They won't hesitate to hurt you or your family. As soon as we can, we'll bring your daughter there to pick up her son. You are welcome to come back with us. We can offer you protection.”
    Whitnee rolled her eyes and took the phone from him. “Good one. Now she's going to go nuts, knowing I'm in danger.’”
    Whitnee spoke into the phone. “Mom, we'll explain everything tonight, but I have to go now.” She rubbed her stomach and flinched.
    “Cruse, get some towels and a wet rag. Dana, get me another shirt. This one will be ruined in a few minutes. And Theodore, send two of our pack over to this address. Make sure they stay out of sight until we can explain everything.”
    Frank took the phone and tossed it onto the table, glancing down at Whitnee. “It's started. It won't last long, but it will be painful at first. Right now, your organs, muscles, and bones are all changing.” He scooped her up and sat down in her seat. “In a few minutes, I'll help you shift to the dire-wolf. That will be the hardest one, but it's best to get it out of the way, before you shift to the wolf.” Frank took the washcloth from Cruse and wiped her face.
    “Just so you know, if you don't win, I'm so going to turn him to dog shit.” She bent over. “Hell, this is worse than having a kid.”
    “Tell us about your son.” Frank rubbed her back, trying to distract her from what was going to happen.
    Whitnee grinned