Siofra's Change: Book 3 The Broadus Supernatural Society Series

By Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

Everything seemed to be going great for werewolf couple Siofra and Conall, up until Christmas Eve when a car accident changed everything. Six months later, Siofra is still reeling from the tragedy, shutting almost everyone in her life out. Therapy brings a new friend into her life, along with one tall, tattooed twin ,bad-ass biker Berserker wolf who gives her the tingles. An evil, magic weilding wolf from her past brings a dark force down upon her, casting her into the Dark Pryor Mountains. There Siofra is held captive by those she thought she destroyed, Bronton and his siblings. After her torture, she's faced with the knowledge that she might bring the end of the world. Can she sacrifice a piece of herself to save the world? Will her loved ones forgive her? The third installment in the Broadus Supernatural Society Series is packed with action, magic, romance and steamy bodies all over the place.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theresa Marguerite Hewitt
• Release date: Jan 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301062355

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 Change

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Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

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Copyright 2013 Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

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I'd like to thank S.B. for her vigilant editing and brainstorming. To my family and close friends for not thinking I'm crazy for chasing a dream. Also thank you to all of you for giving me a chance. It's greatly appreciated.~~ TMH

PRELUDE:

December 24, 2015

The snow was coming down in big, wet clumps as Siofra pulled her Jeep into the parking lot of the Johnson Brewery n Grille. Tonight was the annual Pack Christmas party, and every member of the Big Sky Pack would be attending. She was running late because she couldn't get her almost 3 year old son, Roan, to keep his pants on. He was becoming more of a handful, and it was only more of a hassle since Siofra was 6 months pregnant. She and pretty much every non-single she-wolf in the Pack, and some of the single ones were expecting.

The Pack doctor, Michelle Trapper [who herself was 6 months pregnant with her first, and was newly engaged to Cajun were-mountain lion, Leon Sullivan] had just told Siofra two days before that she was having a girl. Siofra was ecstatic. Her family would be complete. She hadn’t told her husband yet; she had decided to surprise Conall with his Christmas present, a big white hooded sweatshirt that said My Daughter Kicks Ass. Siofra can’t help but smile when she thinks of it.

Unbuckling Roan from his booster seat, she swings him onto her hip, grabbing the bag of gifts that Conall had forgot to take with him when he had left with the twins, two hours before. Making her way through the back door of the bar, she realizes that if she doesn’t walk faster, she’ll pee her pants.

Damn this bladder, she thinks. Picking up the pace, she bursts through the swinging doors from the kitchen to behind the bar, startling her mother-in-law.

Oh, Jesus! Sue exclaims, almost dropping the glass of beer she was pouring. Seeing the look on Siofra’s face, she sets it down quickly, taking Roan from her.

Damn, I think this baby kicks my bladder at times like this on purpose! Siofra curses, bursting back through the swinging doors to the closer employee bathroom. Her unborn child always seemed to know when she had her hands full, or when she was going to be in the car for longer than 10 minutes. Making it to the bathroom without peeing herself, Siofra washes and dries her hands, opening the door to her husband’s face.

Hi love. he says, leaning down to capture her lips quickly. You okay? Saw you hand Roan off and go runnin’. Taking her hand, he leads her back into the kitchen.

Fine, just this bladder ninja is killing me. she laughs, leaning her head on his shoulder as they go through the swinging doors. The bar is filled with the Pack members, country Christmas music pumping from the jukebox. Eight long tables are set end to end, filled with food of every kind. Ham, pot roast, turkey and lamb; carrots, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green beans and all the other trimming you can think of at Christmas. They did, after all, have to feed close to 60 people now, half of those being pregnant she-wolves who could eat three or four full plate helpings of the food.

Seeing her best friend Francie sitting at a table with her sister-in-laws, Cassie and Sylvia, Siofra kisses Conall on the cheek, leaving him to go gossip with the girls.

Fry!! Francie squeals, taking her in a hug from her seat. Siofra plopped down in the chair between her and Cassie. Francie had chopped off some of her long, curly red hair, bringing the length to her shoulders. Her brown eyes were sparkling at her childhood friend.

Sooooo? What did the Doc tell you the other day? Her friend was the most impatient person she knows, always wanting to know the updates in everything. All the other she-wolves had revealed the genders of their unborn pups, the majority being boys, except Francie and Cassie. They were in same boat as Siofra…expecting girls.

You’ll have to wait till tomorrow to find out. she giggles, turning red in the face. She couldn’t wait for Conall to open up that shirt box, revealing the sweatshirt she had embroidered herself. The women all look at Siofra with disappointed faces, but she just sticks her tongue out at them, making them laugh.

Looking around, she doesn’t see her half-sister Lilith. Where’s Lil you guys? Lilith had stayed here, instead of returning to the Fae realm with Siofra’s birth father Shamus and her half-brother Darmin. She had gone into partnership with Doc Trapper, since she was a skilled healer, so it worked out well for everyone. She and Jace were expecting a boy, and they were planning on tying the knot in the summer. Siofra was sure that Jace would be a great dad, and Lilith and him seemed to be made for each other. It made Siofra happy that they had found one another.

Oh she’s here somewhere. Sylvia said, swiveling in her chair to look around her. Prolly in the game room, showing up the guys on the pool table. They all laugh, because Lilith was a pool shark. She won every time.

ALL RIGHT EVERYONE! boomed Mike’s voice over the noise and music. Please help yourselves to the buffet, in an orderly fashion. I’ll issue the Pack prayer when we are all seated. Yips and shouts answer him as hungry Pack members start over to the food.

Standing to follow her friends to the line, Siofra notices she forgot her phone. I gotta go back out to the Jeep. Forgot my cell. Francie just nods at her, focused in on getting her hands on some food.

Going through the kitchen, Siofra pulls the single key on the smiley face keychain from the back pocket of her jeans. Not bothering to put her jacket on since she’s wearing a sweater with a long sleeved shirt underneath, Siofra steps out the back door into the snow, which is now falling faster and heavier.

Fumbling with the key, because the wind has stunned her fingers, Siofra gets the door open. Reaching in, she is frozen in place when she hears an aggressive, feral growl.

Grabbing her phone, she slowly backs out, coming to face a waist high, silver and white wolf with glowing yellow eyes. The eyes capture her for a second, and they seem to look her up and down, stopping for a mere second on her swollen belly.

His teeth were bared, saliva dripping from the sides of his lips that are curled back. The growls rumbling through the wolf’s chest made Siofra tremble. She couldn’t shift in any way because she was pregnant. [Scholars figured it was to protect the unborn baby, the shift being too harsh on the body.]

She-wolves were at the mercy of anyone when they were pregnant. That’s why they normally traveled in groups of two or more, but no, not Siofra. Well, who would have thought a two second step outside would bring her face to face with a threat.

Whoa there. she whispers, her hands out in front of her. Pushing the door to the Jeep shut, she is issued a loud warning snarl.

Why didn’t she just jump in the Jeep and lock the door you say?

Because the wolf’s jaw and teeth could rip through the roof or doors in three seconds flat, making the Jeep a death trap. And if she got in and drove away, who’s to say the aggressive beast wouldn’t get into the bar and hurt her family?

Whoa there, I’m not gonna hurt ya. she whispers, slowly stepping back towards the bar door.

An ear piercing howl comes from off in the distance. The strange wolf perks his head up, issuing her one more growl and snarl before lopping off into the snowing night. Siofra wastes no time bursting through the bar door, sliding the red metal bar across the inside, then bounding into the bar room, huffing and puffing.

Conall! she shouts. Faces turn her way, the line at the buffet still long. Conall’s green eyes find her from the head table. He drops his empty plate, pushing past his brothers, grasping Siofra’s face in his hands. Her cheeks burned and her hair was wet from the snow. She was out of breath from her mad dash from the parking lot, and her unborn daughter was doing cartwheels in her belly.

What’s wrong love? Is it the baby? Immediately he places his hands on her stomach and the baby stills, calming at his touch. His brow is creased with concern, and Siofra places her palm to his cheek.

No.... she huffs out, There was...a…there was a strange wolf. Yellow eyes.... She points to the back door, still out of breath. Ran off... she stammers, staggering over to the closest chair and plopping down.

Conall’s defenses at once go up, the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and his eyes rim in that neon green glow. Where? he grinds out.

By my Jeep. Siofra grabs the closest glass of water, not caring whose it is, taking a big gulp.

Brothers! Conall voice booms over the noisy crowd. Please follow me into the kitchen. Kissing Siofra on the forehead, Conall stalks off into the kitchen. Mike, Jason, Trey, Jace, Roman, Ronald and Kaeton close behind. Cassie and Sylvia come to Siofra’s side, helping her to the head table.

What the hell is going on? Cassie whispers, sitting next to Siofra’s right side.

There was a strange wolf outside. He was silver and white, with yellow eyes. Siofra grabs her designated glass of water, but her hand is shaking. She needs something with sugar in it. Searching the table, she grabs up a candy cane that had been scattered on all of them. Breaking it in half because she didn’t want to fumble with trying to unwrap it, Siofra takes a bite, crunching away on it.

Their mother-in-law comes to join them, three plates of food balanced on her experienced arms. Sylvia informs the retired female Alpha, handing a plate down to Siofra. Expressing her thanks, Siofra and the women wait for the men to return to dig in. She sits there, tapping her fingers nervously on the table.

They only have to wait maybe ten minutes, before the men come through the kitchen with melting snow glistening all over their hair and clothing in the overhead lights. Conall brushes the snow off of his perfectly shaped, broad sweater covered shoulders, approaching the opposite side of the table; he places his palms on either side of Siofra’s place setting, leaning forward.

His green eyes are full of pride and love as he gazes at her. There was a little scent on the tire, but it disappeared about a mile north, passing through the cemetery. Kaeton couldn’t even pick it up after that. That was saying a lot, since Kaeton Bokan had become their best tracker after Siofra and Francie had sponsored him into the Pack 4 months back.

It seems it was just a passer through, prolly just a rogue. Conall tries to give his wife a reassuring smile, winking at her. Mike is gonna send a tracking party out tomorrow, see if they can find anything.

Leaning back in her chair, Siofra sighs. Just a fluke, she ponders. Not likely. She was too superstitious, after all the shit she had gone through in the last two and a half years. Nothing was a coincidence or a fluke to her, especially since she had a bad feeling now.

Just the way that yellow-eyed wolf had looked her up and down, gave her the heebie-jeebies. It was Christmas, and she didn’t feel like being a downer, so she just smiled back at her husband.

Get your ass over there and eat something. she growls at him before leaning forward and giving him a light kiss. Conall just winks at her, bounding off to retrieve his plate from his mother at the buffet.

Dinner passes with Siofra packing away three plates of pot roast and ham, un-counted spoonfuls of mashed potatoes and green beans and ten, yes ten, rolls with butter slathered on them. Finishing off her second piece of apple pie, snuggled in between Cassie and Francie, Siofra is delighted to see Jace and the boys head into the band area.

Nudging Francie to move with her elbow, Siofra scoots out from behind the head table, brushing her clothing free of the crumbs that always seem to find her these days. Smiling at Susan and Clyde, Siofra waddles past them, full to the brim and ready to sit and have some fun with her husband and friends. Pushing through the swinging door, Siofra isn’t surprised that the boys are already finished hooking up their equipment.

Fry! Kaeton welcomes her, waving wildly at her. He was a goof ball, the same little boy she had always known, stuffed into a 6’11 frame. He joins the band every once in a while, playing fiddle, drums, bass or just doing the sound controls. Coming to play with us boys?"

Of course, what else would I do? she asks, putting her hands on her hips trying to act sassy.

Oh, I don’t know. Jace adds, putting his index finger to his chin, tapping it back and forth in a thinking motion. Huddle up with all the other women and talk baby stuff. Peeing schedules and how your boobs hurt, shit like that. This elicits laughs from his male counterparts, and Siofra smacks her husband on the shoulder, scolding him.

Oh you know that I love it when you let me know that your boobs hurt. Conall whispers as he pulls his wife closer, pressing a kiss to her cheek and one right below her left ear. You like what I do for you to make them feel better. he whispers again, his breath hot on Siofra’s neck.

It makes a hot poker of desire shoot through her body, heat pooling between her legs. She did love what he did for her when she complained that they hurt. Just thinking about it made her body quiver. Her husband knew how to use his mouth and hands in magical ways, making her moan in climax without even touching the apex of her thighs. He was such a damn tease.

Pushing him away with her hands on his chest [before she jumps his bones right there and then], Siofra grabs a mic and sits on the edge of the stage, her feet dangling over the front. She just listens and taps her fingers along to the different beats as they do their usual warm up routine. One by one they play a little something, tuning and tweaking till it’s perfect. Kaeton on the sound board, flipping switches and turning knobs as usual, till everyone is satisfied.

Zoning out till she realizes they are waiting for her, Siofra whips her head around. What song will it be boys?

Ah, let’s get them in here. Jace says, a sly smile on his face. Let’s do a little Sonia Leigh. Siofra grins, because she loves to sing Leigh’s song Bar, it’s a rowdy, fun, honky-tonk brawl type of song. Jace was right, as soon as they started the song up and Siofra uttered the first couple of lines, their Pack mates filed onto the dance floor.

Siofra sang a handful of songs, then danced to a handful of songs, then resigned to sit through a handful more with Sylvia, Cassie and Francie. They were all beat, and decided to go check on the kids. It was 1a.m. according to the clock above the bar, and Siofra leaned onto Francie’s right side, absorbing her friend’s weight as well. Leaning her head around the corner, she can see her boys cuddled all together on one of the couches in the game room.

Guess it’s time to call it a night. Francie whispers and Siofra nods her head.

Telling the boys to wrap it up, Siofra helps Susan and some of the other she-wolves clean up the bar and put away the left-overs. Saying goodnight to Francie and Trey, Siofra is glad that the bar is empty except for the Johnson family. It was 1:45 and she was ready for bed.

Moving Roan’s booster seat from the Jeep to the Equinox, Siofra finishes buckling the boys in, turning down the heater that was pumping hot air into the already warm vehicle. Conall was going to drive the boys and she was going to take the Jeep, not wanting to leave it at the bar since it was still snowing. Telling Susan that she would lock up, she waves goodnight to them, promising not to be late for brunch in the morning.

Sure you’re okay to drive love? Conall asks, pulling her close to him, shielding her a little from the still falling thick snow. Reaching up, she pulls her swollen belly close, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. The baby kicks, hard enough to make Conall feel, making him jerk a little. He just smirks, placing his warm hand over her jacket, rubbing in a little circle.

‘I’m fine. I’ll be right behind you. Just gonna double check, make sure all the lights are off