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  Beasts of Burden

  A Side Show novella related to the full length novel Nature of The Beast

  By Breukelen Girl

  Smashwords Edition

  © Copyright 2013

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  Timeline for the Atijd werewolf novels

  (Breukelen werewolf pack, Manhattan Maen wolf pack and Brueklen Girl storylines)

  Growing up Werewolf

  Perception

  Lycan La Vida Loca

  Alpha

  Nature of the beast

  Beasts of Burden

  Of Wolf and male

  Reasons

  Revenge

  The Pack

  Lunar Night Stand

  Wild Life

  Werewolf Storm

  Wolves

  Other Breukelen girl novels

  Lunar Nights

  Bleeding Hearts

  The Shadow trilogy:

  Shadow Aspect – Book 1

  Shadow Games – Book 2

  Shadow Boxing – Book 3

  1

  The duffel bag landed with an ungracious thud, on the floor as we both looked down at it. “Right, so that’s sorted.” Sonny Charleston said hovering in the front doorway of her house with me. “Now, let’s get our drink on.” She stated as she turned around and took one step back outside her house readying to lock the front door.

  “So after being on a flight here for six and a half hours, You’d prefer I smelled like a dog and looked like an Ave rat before we take over this town?” Seattle hospitality, Sonny Charleston style.

  As usual, she’d offered to put me up on my visit to Seattle. As usual, I’d said yes. This merely meant dumping my weekend bag in her house, to be unpacked or moved later on. When I visited Sonny which wasn’t nearly as often as I’d like it to have been, we didn’t worry about the small details and wasting time on them. Sonny was all about fun and lots of it. Which to a werewolf generally meant one of two things, either fucking or fighting. Sonny preferred to combine the two where possible to maximum effect.

  “Okay, but make it quick.” Sonny conceded. Sonny was anxious to get the night ahead started. She had a night off work and she planned to put it go use, tearing up all of Seattle with me. I’d barely been in Seattle for more than thirty minutes

  We walked back into Sonny’s house and I picked up my bag again, heading straight for the bathroom. I wanted a shower and a change of clothes and real food, not the handfuls of crap they’d given us on the airline that didn’t really fill a growing werewolf’s stomach in the least bit.

  Sonny and I been friends ever since I’d met her when I was seventeen. We’d instantly gotten into the maximum amount of trouble, a beta Seattle Alki pack werewolf and a Breukelen pack werewolf could possibly get into within three hours of knowing each other. That was eleven years ago. As a result, we’d bonded and became friends. So I was under no illusions when I caught up with the brunette werewolf, that we wouldn’t be having a quiet night in sipping tea and crocheting. Besides, I rather like the unpredictability of things when I came to Seattle.

  I lived in Brooklyn, New York and was part of the leading Breukelen werewolf pack family. I was the second girl of five pups and I was protected. Highly, overly, protected. My life back in Brooklyn meant I played by the pack laws we were connected to. But in Seattle I didn’t have to worry about any of that. Sonny had taken it on in our relationship to make it her mandate to corrupt me, where and when possible. She was forever telling me to loosen up. I was forever telling her to think first.

  When I emerged from the bathroom an hour later, I was clean, fresh and dressed for our night out. I’d chosen a pleated black mini skirt, leopard print ankle boots, with white ankle socks, and a silver sequined halter neck top that stopped just short of my waist, giving a hit of my flat, abdominal muscles underneath. I decided to leave my long black hair down and had twisted into wet style dread-locks. Grey smoky eye shadow, black eyeliner and bright red lips made me look like I was ready to rock and roll all night.

  Sonny looked me over from head to toe. “Who are you and what have you done with Bg?” She smirked. “Seriously hot. So we’re going for maximum damage tonight, are we?” I laughed back at her. I tended to be a bit more adventurous when I was under Sonny’s influence.

  Sonny could carry off any damn look she pleased, it made me envious. She was wearing a fitted plain grey t-shirt, black leather pants and chunky boots. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail and she had various beads and leather bands on her wrist. We were ready to rock, and so we left the house.

  “Can we get some real food please?” I said as we walked towards The Ave.

  “Yeah, that airline food is no way to feed a wolf.” Sonny replied. We chose a Mexican Cantina where we ordered Nachos, tacos, green corn tamales and washed it all down with margarita’s. “So, tell me what’s new with you?” Sonny said biting into her third Taco heaped with meat and sour cream. I shrugged my shoulders loosely, not much went on in my fairly average pack life back in New York. “Same old, same old.”

  “Conall?” She asked through a mouthful of meal.

  “Still with Conall.” I replied. That made her hone her gaze on me and made me squirm a little. Sonny was happy for me to be with Conall Wakely, a beta werewolf from my own werewolf pack, if he made me happy to be with him. If he didn’t, then she was all about making me break it off with him. Sonny’s liking of Conall was related to his loyalty or lack of, to me. He was an uncomfortable topic of conversation for us to start on.

  “How long is that now that you two have been….well, whatever it is you classify yourselves as. I can never keep up.” Sonny said finishing her mouthful and signalling a waitress over. She was having a dig at how on again-off again my relationship with Conall had become. “Yes, can we please have two house margarita’s and two beers. Gracias.” I waited until the waitress walked away again before answering her. “So, how long?”

  “Don’t do this Sonny.”

  “How long?” She asked again.

  “I don’t want the Sonny Charleston interrogation on my love life.” I pleaded with her. “Let’s just eat.”

  “You mean lack of love, in your life. How long?”

  “Like you can talk!” I picked up some nachos.

  “I’m single baby and that’s the way I like it.” Sonny stated back at me. “Very different from you. You’ve been in this…this…thing you call a relationship with Conall Wakely for almost as long as I’ve known you and it’s not good for you. He’s not good for you. He’s not worthy of you.” She said starting her usual rant. I shoved the nachos into my mouth quickly and chewed. “He’s a pack werewolf who wants to bed everything that has fur and is female and he’s got you under lock and fucking key!”

  “It’s not like that, and you know it.” I replied clearing my mouth. She tilted her head to the side and looked at me hard. It wasn’t so far from the truth, part of me guessed. I wasn’t restricted by Conall as such, but he did tend to s
leep around on me, a lot.

  “Please.” Sonny muttered as our drinks arrived and she dispersed the two margarita’s to me. “Why are you in this relationship with him Bg? Why?”

  “You’re being mean.” I replied picking up a margarita and sculling it’s contents clean. I picked up my purse and pulled out some notes and threw them on the table in front of her. Then I picked up the second margarita and sculled it. “Enjoy you’re meal, teef.” I said using the Dutch word for bitch at her as I pushed up from the table quickly and Sonny stood up with me. This was not how I wanted my night to go. I’d come up to Seattle to get away from New York and all those in it for the weekend.

  “Bg if you can’t even answer that question, let alone honestly, what does that tell you?” I leaned forward on the table towards her.

  “That it’s none of your fucking business.”

  “Don’t go!” She said as I started back out of the cantina. I looked over at her as I reached the front door to the cantina, she was hastily throwing money down on the table top and signalling a waiter to get it as she pushed back her chair to come run after me. I’d barely figured out which way I should go outside the Cantina when Sonny caught up to me.

  “You’re fucking, is my business. I want you to be happy.” Sonny replied falling instep with me. “Conall’s not the right wolf for you and you damn well know it but are to fucking stubborn to admit it.” That was probably as close to an apology I was likely to get from my friend who lacked tact.

  “Love you too Sonny.” I muttered as we walked back the way we’d come. She ran around in front of me and grabbed me by the shoulders.

  “I’m not the one who’s trying to hurt you.”

  “Sonny, you do this to me every time I’m here. Every time. How do you think that makes me feel?”

  She sighed and dropped her hands off me. “You’re too uptight Bg, you need to relax and unwind.” I looked at her and smiled, this part of the apology was familiar.

  “You need to think before you speak.” Sonny poked her tongue out at me and broke into laughter. “I was only asking because, I’m you’re friend and I care about how often you get laid.” Sonny said back at me. “And I wanted to know if I could get you laid this weekend?” I rolled my eyes. I was her wingman in other words. Sonny Charleston was the most sexually active werewolf I had ever met. Who was female.

  “I get laid, I have Conall. He’s no slouch when it comes to sex and having it.”

  “But is he any good?” She persisted.

  “Yeah, he is. Why do you think I’ve been with him for so long?” I said flippantly. It was a half truth. Conall Wakely was great with sex. He did please my body regularly. But his sexual prowess, didn’t translate into pleasing my heart and my head anymore. And Sonny, bless her, was picking up on that.

  “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.” The reality of my relationship with Conall was, it was all sex based and it pretty much, always had been. I was finally coming to realise, I wanted more than just sex, even great sex for a relationship. But deep inside, I knew Conall wasn’t capable of giving me more than that. “Well, you’re on my turf now and that means, you are free game with no Conall around.”

  I sighed. I was in a relationship with Conall Wakely but it was technically an open relationship. Something Conall had instituted after a month of going out with him. Foolishly, I’d agreed to it. I was new to sex when I met Conall and the idea of being able to have more than one lover, wasn’t exactly unappealing to me. But I rarely ever tried anyone out for size. Conall by comparison took full advantage of our rule and my naivety.

  The few times I had chosen to have a different partner, the sex had been less than average. Conall ruled over them in the sack, by comparison. As if having bad sex wasn’t enough, the personalities of my partners, weren’t all that much better either. Again, when comparing them to Conall, he tended to charm me, all the time. The last guy I’d decided to accept a date off, another Breukelen Werewolf called Brad McCormick, hadn’t gone well and I was still suffering from that one. I’d made a note to myself, not to do anything in my home area when indulging in the loose confines of my open relationship. Of course, it could be I was a sucker for being used.

  “You know that isn’t going to work.” I said back at her. This was Sonny’s way of experimenting with me, in the vague hope I’d madly fall in love with any other werewolf who wasn’t Conall Wakely. She was trying to show me what I was apparently, missing out on.

  “Do you ever tell him about what we do up here?” Sonny asked suddenly serious. Now it was my turn to laugh out loud at her.

  “No way in hell.” I might be in an open relationship with my pack mate, and that meant we could both sleep around if we wanted to. But I neither wanted to hear or see about Conall’s conquests Given what a jealous werewolf I knew him to be, I didn’t think sharing my sexual education as Sonny liked to call it, wouldn’t win me any favours with him. I wasn’t completely dumb.

  “That’s my girl.” Sonny smirked.

  2

  “Alright, what’s the deal.” I said giving in to what was inevitable when being with Sonny. I couldn’t stay angry at for the entire weekend. That would just be awkward and uncomfortable. She would persist at me until I got down and frisky with some guy. Didn’t even have to be a werewolf by Sonny’s standards. Just had to be a male I liked.

  “Let’s see,” she said as we crossed the street together. “As usual, I will pick your subjects.”

  “I want options.” I replied back at her. My subjects were sexual things Sonny wanted me to do when I picked up a guy. It was all part of my sexual education, she would say. I wasn’t naive when it came to sex, but I wasn’t exactly a porn star either. Sonny just thought I needed to be liberated. She thought Conall Wakely had me in a rut. Sonny was bisexual and almost constantly horny, as far as I could tell.

  “Options, okay, I can give you options. But I want a full report card back.” Meaning she wanted details of my sex-capades. We walked past some Ave rats as they were known, a couple of women and a man, already bunking down for the night in an alley way next to a dumpster. I sniffed as we walked past and differentiated smells. It was a habit I had to figure out as many smells as possible when I picked up a scent. I wondered how the Ave rats could bare the stench of garbage, pollution and urine that they were laying down in. Then again, I figured, they probably didn’t have much choice and were immune to it, if they were homeless each night.

  “And I will choose you’re teachers.” Meaning she would pick the guys I was to have sex with. I was okay with that, because she had good taste when it came to beauty. And ultimately I got the final say in whether I liked them enough to go to bed with them. It wasn’t like I was being forced to take in having sex with anyone. That was not Sonny’s style and I would never accept that if it were, we wouldn’t be friends.

  “And what about you?” I asked as we walked up to a nightclub. It’s name proclaimed Serendipity, we’d been here on the odd occasion before. It was a rather up market club which made me have a seriously good idea. “I think, you should have to do a double score card.”

  Sonny laughed at me. “Nice.” She replied happy with my suggestion. A double score card for Sonny meant, that she had to pick up one male and one female and do something with both of them at the same time. She couldn’t pick up one partner and make out with them and then find the other partner and make out with them. Basically, I was telling her, she had to have a threesome.

  “On the premises.” Sonny swivelled around on me, her smile wide. “That is just asking for trouble.”

  “I know. Trouble is my middle name.” I replied back at her as we nodded at the bouncer on the door and walked through, past the velvet rope he un-clicked for us. “It’s only fair, considering the amount of grief you've already given me.”

  “Fine, I accept you’re challenge.” She replied confidently.

  I laughed at her. “As if you ever wouldn’t.”

  3

  Serendipity was fi
lling up with a good-sized crowd and Sonny and I were happy to dance the night away until we found what we were looking for. Dancing meant drinking and drinking meant we got several offers from various people vying for our attention. We never accepted anyone’s drinks. Because if we couldn’t find what we were looking for here, than we’d move on to another club and so on.

  “I think we may have to ditch this scene, it is just not happening.” Sonny bemoaned at me on the dance floor. Just as I was about to ask where she wanted to go next, her facial expression changed completely and she smiled, past me, brightly.

  “What? What is it?”

  “Hello, what do we have here but some contenders.” She said moving closer to me and slowing her dancing down. As she continued to look over my shoulder. I was tempted to turn my head to check out what she’d found that suddenly had her looking like she was hunting prey. We kept dancing as her eyes tracked the contenders for another minute. “Okay , you’re up.” Sonny stated at me putting her hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face the opposite direction. They stood out the moment I looked the other way.

  There were a lot of people in the club now and everyone had put in an effort to look good on their night out there. But these two males, eluded presence as well as looked like eye candy you could in no way ignore. And I guessed silently, that they hadn’t gone to that much effort to go cruising the clubs. They were just naturally handsome. The two males were standing at high table, with beers in front of them. The male on the right, was about six three and had a medium build, with brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a white shirt and jeans, that seemed to outline, lean legs. I could see the hint of a tattoo along his neck, it looked tribal with swirls and arcs.

  I stopped moving completely when I checked out his friend on the right. He was bigger in size and presence. He had long brown hair that reached his shoulders and the darkest eyes that I had ever seen. They were blue, but an unusual blue. Like midnight and storm clouds. He had broad shoulders that made me wonder if he was a quarterback and he wore a dark blue shirt and black pants. He looked more corporate business than his casual friend. They both looked extremely delicious and were talking to one another.