Siofra's Song: Book 1 The Broadus Supernatural Society Series

By Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

In a society where supernatural creatures are known to humans, Siofra O'Hana has to deal with being a half-breed werewolf and telepathic. After losing her boyfriend after just finding out she was pregnant, Siofra takes off on a cross-country adventure. Breaking down in Montana, she takes up with a Pack. One year later she thinks her life is going to be perfect, unitl someone from her past comes back. Can she survive and make sure all her loved ones are going to be safe?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theresa Marguerite Hewitt
• Release date: Aug 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476169910

Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

I grew up in a very small town in Central New York, and i mean so small if you blinked you missed it. I learned to love everything small town and I miss it everyday I'm away. I recieved my Bachelors Degree in Paralegal Studies in 2009, but have been resigned to working retail. There I met my best friend who re-ignited my passion for all things paranormal. Putting pieces together from stories I had written in childhood, I came up with my first short book, Siofra's Song. From there I've gone wild with Siofra's world and expanded into contemporary romance. My Wakefield Romance series centers around a small town in Virginia and women who fall in love with Navy SEALs and the struggles they go through to be together. In the near future I will also be expanding into historical romance with my Viking Dreams Series. I hope you like them and follow me on Twitter and join my Facebook page!

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SIOFRA’S SONG

Book 1

The Broadus Supernatural Society Series

By:

Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

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This book contains mature content and may not be suitable for anyone under the age of 17. All participants portrayed in sexual acts are over the age of 18. Violent situations, strong language and Were/Fae, M/F/M loving are rampant throughout this tale.

All characters are fictional.

A Few Notes from the Author

First off, thank you for downloading/purchasing this eBook. This was my very first work and it has been re-worked and re-edited for your enjoyment. I hope you like the first chapter in Siofra and the Big Sky Pack’s story.

I want to thank my fans. Without you and your support, I would be nothing.

A special thanks to Miria---for being the most outspoken fan of this series and for supporting me at every turn. Thank you.

Val--Thank you for being the best stalker buddy.

CC-- thank you, well hell, thank you for being you. I love ya.

To my STREET TEAM: thank you ladies . You have supported me with every change and twist and turn. I hope that you like what I’ve morphed Siofra’s story in to.

I hope you all enjoy the supernatural world I’ve created in the small town of Broadus, Montana.

PROLOGUE

Her world hadn’t been the same since her mother died, when Siofra was fifteen. So many lies had been unearthed in her life since then. She has been uncertain of what her path in life should be ever since.

Siofra O’Hana went through the motions though; even walking faithfully down the aisle in the summer of 2006, in that God-awful peach and green frill monster of a dress her soon-to-be step-mother had picked out for her special day, when her father remarried. Her world turned into a tornado again at the reception when she found out that her pack was on the brink of war with the Niagara Pack.

You see, Siofra is a half-breed; half human and half werewolf, born out of an affair which her mother Cecilia, a full blooded wolf, had with a mysterious man named Shamus, whom Siofra has never met. Cecilia O’Hana had been suffering a severe bout with depression when she had abandoned her three older sons and husband and fled to Boston to stay with her sister. While there, she had according to Siofra’s Aunt Becky, met a charming, handsome and irresistible Scottish man. Siofra, playfully nicknamed Fry by all her family and friends, had only discovered this after her mother’s untimely death, in a car accident in the winter of 2004. It wrecked her world for a little while; being a teen and having just lost her mother.

Her entire life she thought she had been the daughter of Marcus O’Hana, Alpha of the Clover Pack of Buffalo; but she had been wrong. She should’ve known something was up; she hadn’t shifted on the moon after her sixteenth birthday, like Werewolves do. She had incredible speed, sense of smell, impeccable eyesight and strength, but no wolf form. She also has a special talent which only her father, mother and brothers know about; she is telepathic. She can read people’s minds and talk to them through hers, without anyone else knowing.

Her wolf is always present, deep inside her soul; she can sense it. It is like talking to an entirely different person, only inside her own head. Her wolf is all white with blue eyes that seem to cut into her soul when they talk. It is always at the edge of her mind, pacing, lying down, and ready to help when needed. When she becomes angry, the wolf will stand at attention and Siofra’s eyes begin to glow, turning ice blue, warning those around her to back off, but no transformation follows.

The reception for her father and step-mother’s wedding, in the summer of 2006, was only a sliver of shock in her now unraveling world. The disagreements between the Clover Pack of Buffalo and the Niagara Pack of Niagara Falls have led nowhere. Now 6 years later, in the summer of 2012, Siofra wonders where it all went wrong, as she sits in the waiting room of Mercy Hospital in South Buffalo.

God, I hope everyone is going to be okay, mumbles her sister-in-law Moira, her oldest brother Marcus Jr.’s wife. A lot of her Pack have been injured at a gathering in a local park when they were ambushed by the Niagara Pack’s warriors. Have you heard anything about Kyle?

No, not since we arrived and the EMT’s rushed him past, yelling out info, she shakes her head, mindlessly keeping up a fast pace, back and forth, over the laminate floor.

Kyle Bokan is Siofra’s longtime boyfriend. They have been inseparable ever since they were little. He accepts her for her. Although they are not true mates, they still love each other unconditionally. True mates are something only a special few of the supernatural world get to experience; because, lets face it, in a world of millions of people, what are the odds of you running into the person, or supe, made for you?

She is so wracked with worry she hasn’t noticed that she is still wearing the shirt covered in Kyle’s blood and that of his brother. She had been so happy this morning, talking over her and Kyle’s future together because they had just found out she is pregnant. She prayed to herself, ‘Please let him be okay, I can’t do this on my own.’

Everyone who wasn’t injured in the fight, is in the waiting room, wanting to hear about their fallen brethren. Nancy, her stepmother, is looking pompous as usual; it is already known that her husband is going to be okay with only a broken arm and minor scrapes. Siofra’s older brothers, Marcus Jr., Duncan and Sean are also going to be just fine with minor injuries.

Kyle and his brother, Kevin Jr., however had taken a bigger punishment, as they were the first line of defense. Wrong place, wrong time seemed to be the notion. Fry knows better than that; Kyle pushed her out of the way when the attack came, protecting her. If he dies, it is because he had been trying to save her.

She tries not to think about it. She closes her eyes to try and fight the tears and all she sees are Kyle’s stormy eyes and his smiling face, as they sat hip to hip on the picnic table bench. I love you baby, he had whispered in her ear only seconds before the Niagara Pack ambushed them through the trees, the tone of his voice resonates in her mind. The feeling of love, the unspoken promise of forever, and the family that is growing within her, squeezes around her heart. She tries to hold in the sob as she places her hand on her stomach, but she is flooded with emotion.

The Bokan parents, Kevin and Shelley, are the first to see the surgeons walking towards them. Oh God, Fry, here they come, Shelley whimpers, pointing behind Siofra.

Fry swings around towards them as they walk up to her. She’s wringing her hands, praying frantically that they will give her the news she wants; the news that she desperately needs.

Are you Siofra O’Hana? One of them asks and she blankly nods her head. And Mr. and Mrs. Bokan? He looks around her, where Kevin and Shelley stand.

I’m so sorry to inform you of this folks, but Kyle and Junior have passed. We did all we could. The one surgeon puts his hand on Siofra’s shoulder, but she is numb.

Her world is spinning and her legs became weak. The last thing she feels is leaning into the plastic fern that had been her focal point all this time; then everything goes black.

CHAPTER ONE:

It’s been two months, Marcus. She should’ve picked herself up by now, and started moving on, Siofra can hear her stepmother, Nancy, say from downstairs. She is packing up the last of her little knick knack stuff in her bedroom, the one she’s slept in since she was five; all while her father and Nancy are packing her some food and drinks, in a cooler, for her trip. She’s a foolish girl to be leaving now, pregnant as she is. She should stay here, be with her family.

She’s leaving Nance, there’s no changing her mind. It would be different if her brothers were still living here, but she feels as if she’s alone now with Kyle gone. She can see Marcus Sr. outside now, through her window; he is packing the cooler into the backseat of the hand-me-down 1970 Chevy Chevelle he had given her when she stated there is no keeping her here. The car is in perfect condition, it had been her father’s project since she was little, and now it is hers.

Besides, Nance, you haven’t been all too welcoming either! All the criticism you’ve been passing since she told us she’s gonna keep the baby, I’m surprised she’s stayed this long. He slams the door shut and turns back to the house.

Siofra zips up her little duffel bag that has her last odds and ends, and heads out of the room. She stops at the door, turns to face her childhood room once more and leans on the door jam, taking a deep breath in. She takes one last look at the pink and purple flowered wallpaper that she had helped her mom put up when she was 8, the little silver vanity that her father had helped her put together when she was 10, the softball trophies she earned in high school, and, finally, her eyes fall to the far corner of the room.

There sits a floor to ceiling, hand painted mural of a winter scene, complete with whitetail deer and pine trees, mountains in the distance and a log cabin with smoke coming out of the chimney. It had taken Kyle and her two weeks to paint that when they were both 16; all of their after school time and weekends spent laughing and flicking paint at each-other. Her smile is fleeting, as his laugh rolls through her memory, then, the feel of his lips on hers when he would sneak in a kiss, hoping her father wouldn’t catch them.

Siofra will never forget those grey eyes of his. They were like storm clouds rolling in off of Lake Erie. The kind of clouds that carry lightning and torrential downpours. In his wolf form, they would turn a stunning red, one of his family’s hereditary traits.

His auburn hair would glint in the summer sun when they spent their summer vacations on a farm in Central New York. Kyle’s laugh would echo through the woods as he chased her, eventually wrapping his arms around her waist and dragging her to the forest floor, kissing her for what seemed like hours. His smile would be from ear to ear, with a dimple in his left cheek.

‘How could this happen!’ She screams in her head, pounding her fist into the door. ‘We were supposed to be happy! How could he just leave me like this?’

He didn’t just leave, she breathes in, he died. He had no say in the matter.

Taking one last, long look, she smiles sadly. Tapping her fingers on the door to her childhood room she fights back the tears, trying to ebb the squeezing of her heart telling her not to leave.

Goodbye Kyle, she whispers while the tears freely fall down her cheeks. Her left arm goes around her belly, finding the little hard spot. She raises her right hand and wipes the tears away with her thumb. I’ll never forget you.

~~~~~

Marcus Sr. stands with his arm around his daughter, outside, in front of the car that will take her away from Buffalo. Away from her home; away from him. His heart hurts for his daughter and all of the trouble in her young life. He wants her nearby, especially since she’ll be having a baby, but he knows she needs to find herself and to be free from the hurt. He silently prays that she’ll find whatever she is looking for out there.

You could stay here Fry, you know you can, hun.

You know why I can’t dad, she puts her arm around his lower back and swings around for a full hug. Glaring at her stepmother she sends her telepathy powers out and hears Nancy think, ‘Hurry up, leave already. I’ve got plans to make your room into a tea room.’ Siofra stifles a gag at the insufferable woman.

I gotta stretch my own legs for once. Be my own woman, make a life for myself and the baby. She releases him and looks him straight in his dark blue eyes. The same eyes that have watched her grow, cry and laugh. The same eyes that watched her hit the game winning homeruns and sink buzzer beating half-court shots. The love and sadness she sees there breaks her resilient shield into pieces and the tears well in her eyes.

Alright, well you know that the door will always be open no matter what, he puts his hands on her shoulders to evaluate her one more time. You call me every day, doesn’t matter what time! Email me too, and your brothers, but calls are preferred. You know how much I hate that computer. Your brothers need to know you’re taken care of, so don’t make them call me or come looking for you. He gives her that stern ‘Do what I tell you’ Alpha look.

I will, I will, I promise, she smiles a sad little smile. She gives Nancy a quick polite nod and leans across the driver’s seat to place her purse on the passenger’s.

Think I’ve got everything. Wallet, phone, charger, and my laptop. All the bags are in the trunk and back seat. Alrighty then, off I go. It is so hard for her to keep the heartbreak out of her voice. She hugs her father one last time and climbs in. With her heart pounding noisily in her ears, she starts the car up.

Marcus Sr. leans his forearms on the open window, staring at his little girl. The map of friendly Packs is in the glove compartment and programmed into your GPS. Just remember to visit the Alpha if you’re staying more than a couple of days, it’s only polite. I don’t need any angry phone calls. Her father smiles slightly and straightens to his full height. She shakes her head with a little laugh.

‘Always the overprotective one,’ she thinks, giving

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