Taken 2 The Southern Werewolves Pack Series

Ariana shivered slightly. She was out alone in the woods and it was collection night. Her mother who had always shielded her from her wicked step father had died a week earlier, leaving her to the mercy of her heartless step father who had just decided that the best thing to do with her was to give her up at collection.

The humans had been slaves to the Werewolves for so long, and every werewolf had the right to command whichever human was close by, saying no to a Werewolf was punishable by death. Yet, every full moon, at midnight, more slaves were collected at human villages to serve the Alpha. Ariana had heard terrible things about all the humans that had been taken. She even heard that some women where forced to make love to the Alpha whenever he wanted.

She hugged herself as the nights cold bit into her tender flesh. The weather was just good for werewolves, but Ariana was a human. It was too cold for her. Her clothes were also torn, the material worn thin, they were not fit enough to keep the cold away, but they did nothing to dim her obvious beauty.

Everyone always said she looked nothing like her mother, and of course, nothing like her step father. While her mother was quite tall for a woman, Ariana was small, barely up to five feet, with small bones and petit features. Her small heart-shaped face was framed by the wildest of curls that managed to add a fragile vulnerability to her beauty. The full pout on her lips that sat naturally suggested a bit of sauciness and seduction, but when the males that were tempted to pull her into the nearest corner and kiss those lips sore looked into her eyes, they saw an innocent, frightened female who had no idea of hauntingly beautiful she was.

She stood now, praying to the moon that no one would notice her and pick her for service at the Alpha’s home. She just couldn’t bare it if he . . .

They were coming now the Werewolves who rounded up humans for work. Ari breathed a sigh of relief, they seemed to be picking only strong able bodied males . . . till she heard one of them say “Now we’ve picked all we need to work in the woods, I need just one female . . .” the rest of the werewolf makes with him burst out laughing.

“You never need only one,” one of them said.

“And you never need humans,” another chipped in. “From what I gather, these humans are so weak, they can’t handle the strength of a Werewolf in bed.”

The first man nodded. “I know, but this night, I just need a human – a petite, beautiful human female to cuddle with this night, to take my mind off the nightmares.”

They started discussing something about nightmares, but Ari could barely hear them. They wanted a petite human female!!! She was a petit human female.