Werewolf Defender

By Marisa Chenery

Jerrica Barnes has longed to experience life outside her settlement's walls, but living in a post-apocalyptic world where zombies outnumber the living, she'll never get to fulfill her dream. The day Calan, the Werewolf Defender, comes and saves her from a zombie attack, she finds her life turned upside down.

 

Calan has never allowed anyone close since he was turned a hundred years before at age eighteen, but Jerrica makes him long for things he hadn't known were missing in his immortal life.

 

Jerrica and Calan have to overcome those who would keep them apart while Jerrica has to make a decision that could keep them together for all time or have Calan walking out of her life forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marisa Chenery
• Release date: Aug 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781988659411

Marisa Chenery

Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels. She now writes young adult books and erotic romances. Marisa lives in Ontario, Canada, with her four children, four grandchildren (she’s a young grandma in her fifties) and three rabbits.

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Chapter One

Jerrica yawned and stretched, wishing for once she could stay in bed later, but the sound of her mother moving around in the main part of their log cabin said otherwise. If she didn’t get up soon, her mom would be yelling up to her, and Jerrica hated that.

She pushed back the covers and sat up. Weak light filled the loft that was her room. It wasn’t much past dawn. During the warm months of the growing season, it was expected that those who were assigned to work in the fields and orchard put in as many daylight hours as they could. Winters were harsh, and if their settlement didn’t grow enough food to see them through it, there was a good chance they’d be starving come spring.

Jerrica looked at the single bed across from her own. Her brother, Hunter, had shared the loft with her until a year ago. At twenty, and two years her senior, he was now married with his first baby on the way. Being eighteen, she’d be expected to follow suit in the not-too-distant future. Their world was hard, and life expectancies weren’t very long in some cases.

She pulled on the rough homespun pants and shirt her mother had made. Jerrica wore them when she worked in the fields. Brown leather boots completed her outfit. It didn’t but a minute for her to brush her long, dark blonde hair then gather it into a ponytail with a piece of leather.

Jerrica, you’d better be awake, her mother shouted up at her.

I am, she called back. She took the ladder out of the loft.

Her mom had set a bowl of oatmeal on the wooden table that sat in the middle of the large single room. A fireplace that had an oven built into the bricks on one side was considered the kitchen. It also had a couple of cupboards hanging on the wall above the wooden basin that had a hand pump attached to it. The opposite end was her parents’ bedroom. It was closed off by a curtain from the rest of the space.

Jerrica sat and dug into her breakfast. Her next meal wouldn’t be until well past noon when food was brought out to the fields for the workers. She ate in silence as her mom went about cleaning the dishes. Her dad had left the cabin already, busy tending to their few livestock.

Once Jerrica had finished eating, she brought her bowl to the basin for her mother to wash. With a quick goodbye, Jerrica left the cabin. She only stopped long enough to collect her bow and quiver of arrows that sat propped against the wall on the porch. The fields weren’t exactly the safest to work in. The risk of an attack happening there was greater.

She left her family’s plot of land and headed to the dirt road that would take her to the gates. The fields were on the outside of the high walls that protected the settlement from the creatures that roamed loose, always looking for their next victim.

No one knew exactly how the first zombie had come about. Some thought a new kind of virus had run rampant, leaving those who’d contracted it undead, hungering for the living and passing the sickness on with a single bite. And others accused the governments at the time of testing a new chemical weapon that had gone horribly wrong.

Jerrica didn’t care how it had happened. All she knew was zombies had been around for the last one hundred years, and they’d just about wiped out the living population. She’d grown up listening to her grandparents talk about the big cities that no longer existed. They’d been abandoned. Nature had reclaimed them. And she’d also heard about things like electricity, running water and the Internet, which she’d never experience. According to Grandma and Grandpa, they all now lived in a second Dark Age.

Once she reached the gates, Jerrica waited with the other workers for them to open. A horse and wagon would precede them out, carrying all the tools they needed to work the land.

She looked at a small group that stood a short distance away. It was a mix of boys and girls her age or a little bit older. A few of the girls laughed at something one of the boys said. Jerrica resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Could their laughter be any phonier?

Jerrica had never been a part of that group, and she didn’t really think she’d missed out on anything. The only thing that drew her gaze toward it was one individual. A boy, who, as far as she knew, didn’t even realize she existed. That didn’t stop her from foolishly having a crush on him. Austin Conrad was a year older than her and good-looking enough to have most of the girls in the settlement wishing he was theirs. He was tall and muscular. His brown hair always seemed to be on the longish side, and his equally brown eyes most times had a smile in them.

She pulled her gaze off Austin before he noticed her staring. And she especially didn’t want any of the girls catching her. One in particular, Becca Mills, liked to take jabs at Jerrica whenever the opportunity arose. It didn’t happen as often now that they were older, but Becca still tried, now and again.

Mathias McGregor, who supervised the work in the field and was in his middle fifties, called for everyone to quiet down. He came to stand just in front of the gates once he had all their attention.

All right, listen up, Mathias said. The vegetables in the lower half of the field are ready for picking. One group will be doing that while the other is watering the rest of the crops. He looked straight at her. Jerrica, I want you, in particular, on water duty. Out of this lot, you’re the best archer. Once she nodded, he set his attention on the others. Be extra vigilant out there today. The night sentries heard a fairly large-sized group of zombies outside the walls. They came pretty damn close. They moved off, but they still might be in the area. Now let’s get to work.

Jerrica didn’t miss Becca giving her a dirty look because Mathias had singled her out. She ignored her and fell in behind the first of the workers to walk through the open gates. The horse and wagon had already gone through.

Lugging buckets of water she’d filled at the hand pump attached to the well was backbreaking work. While Jerrica did her share with the others assigned the same chore, she kept an ever-watchful eye on the tree line that ran along two of the borders of the tilled land.

As she walked past some of the workers doing the picking, Jerrica was surprised to find Austin watching her. He smiled, which caused her to stumble, sloshing some of the water out of the pail she carried. At the sound of feminine laughter, she jerked her gaze to the front and continued on.

She might be good with a bow and arrow, but she can’t manage to carry a bucket and walk at the same time.

Shut up, Becca, Austin said sharply.

A small smile played on Jerrica’s lips as Becca out an indignant huff. She doubted the girl had been put in her place very often and especially not by a boy. Becca bragged about how she had most of the boys their age wrapped around her little finger. Jerrica didn’t think that was true, but there was no denying that Becca was pretty, and a lot of boys paid more attention to her than the other girls.

From the exchange that’d just taken place, it showed that Austin wasn’t one of them, even though he tended to be part of her group. It just made Jerrica like him more than she had, and the fact that he’d actually looked at her meant he knew she was alive.

The hours passed and as the sun beat down, the day grew hotter. Jerrica was sweating and more than ready for a break when another horse and wagon arrived at the field to bring the noon meal. She took a seat on the tailgate of the tools wagon so she’d be able to still see around the field while she ate. Most of the others took seats on the grass that edged the field, more interested in eating than watching for zombies.

The wagon bounced a bit when someone sat beside Jerrica. She turned her head and saw it was Austin. He gave her a smile, which she returned. This was the first time he’d come that close to her.

Hey, Jerrica. You’re still keeping watch, I see.

She nodded. That’s what Mathias wants me to do, so that’s what I’ll do.

They sat in silence and ate their sandwiches. Jerrica snuck looks at Austin as she gazed around the field. He seemed content to sit with her, as if they’d done it a million times before.

Austin’s paying attention to her apparently hadn’t gone unnoticed, either. Becca marched over, and completely ignoring Jerrica, she stood in front of him. Don’t you want to eat with us? You must be bored sitting here.

Hardly, Austin replied. I’m doing guard duty with Jerrica.

Becca sent Jerrica a disgusted look, then turned her attention back to Austin. Why would you want to do that? I’m sure she can handle the job on her own. If anything, you might distract her.

Austin looked at Jerrica. Am I distracting you?

She shook her head. No.

He looked at Becca once more. See? She’s fine with it. If anything, you’re the one who’s distracting her with your silly worries.

Becca narrowed her eyes at Austin, then flounced away without saying anything more. She rejoined the girls she’d been sitting with before she’d tried to lure him away.

Jerrica held back her laughter but let it out after Austin let loose with his. Becca shot them both a nasty look, then turned her back on them. Jerrica laughed even harder.

Once he brought himself back under control, Austin said, I guess I’ll be in Becca’s bad book for a while.

Jerrica snorted. Don’t worry about it. I’ve been in it for years. It’s not much of a hardship.

She met Austin’s gaze and found something she’d never expected to see in his eyes. He looked at her as if he liked her in the way she liked him. The heat rose in her cheeks. She was blushing.

You should smile more often, Jerrica.

Flustered, she jerked her gaze away from his face and scanned the area again. She went still as she saw a huge buck standing across the field, close to the tree line that bordered it there. He dipped his head and ripped up some of the grass, acting as if he didn’t care that humans were close by.

Look, she said as she pointed at the deer.

Austin turned his head in the direction she’d indicated. That would be a prize. Too bad we don’t have guns like they used to.

Jerrica wished she had one as well. Shortly after the zombie outbreak, when it had looked as if the human race was going to be snuffed out, the government had confiscated all firearms, deeming the military needed them more, since they were the ones who’d be actively working to take out the undead. Her grandfather had managed to keep one hidden and had used it until he no longer had any bullets. Ammunition like that didn’t exist anymore.

She slipped off the tailgate and pulled her bow from her shoulder. There was no way she was going to let the buck slip away without at least trying to take him down. Meat wasn’t something they had a lot of. They couldn’t raise their cattle or pigs outside the walls, so the herds were kept small.

There’s no way you’ll be able to get close enough to make the shot before he runs, Austin said.

Maybe, maybe not. Austin stood then followed her as she headed in the direction of the buck. Jerrica stopped. Stay here. If he sees the both of us, he’ll definitely take off.

Just be careful.

Jerrica nodded, then continued onward. She kept downwind of the buck as she approached from the side, keeping hunched over as she ran through the field. So far, he hadn’t seen her. He was too busy munching on grass. Once she was within shooting range, she reached over her shoulder and quietly pulled an arrow out of her quiver. With a quick look behind her, she saw Austin standing a good distance away, watching her, as were some of the other workers.

She straightened to her full height, nocked the arrow and pulled back on the string. The buck took no notice of her at all. Jerrica took a deep breath, held it and let the arrow fly. It caught the deer in the chest, close to the heart. He tried to bolt but stumbled and dropped to the ground. She quickly ran toward it, already pulling a second arrow out of her quiver to finish him off. She didn’t want him to suffer.

The howl of a zombie was the only forewarning Jerrica had before the first creature burst through the tree line farther down from where she’d shot the deer. Acting on instinct, she changed her aim to the undead creature that ran toward her. She just had a few seconds to get a shot off. Zombies could run at incredible speeds, faster than when they’d been alive.

Her aim true, she caught it in the eye, the arrow embedding itself straight into the monster’s brain. The male dropped like a stone and lay unmoving. Jerrica didn’t have time to catch her breath as five more zombies burst through the trees, their dead-eyed gaze searching for prey—her. She focused her attention on her targets and let loose arrow after arrow, each one hitting a zombie in the head with a sickening thud.

Jerrica! Run! Austin yelled.

Jerrica quickly looked behind her to see a couple stronger boys dragging Austin away toward the horse and wagon. They were going to leave her. It was the way of her world, and she accepted it. She was too far away for any of the others to risk helping her. She’d be left to her own fate.

More zombies ran toward her, their eerie howls combining with the sound of the horse and wagon leaving the field at great speed. There were ten undead left, and there was no way Jerrica could take them all down before they reached her. She didn’t even try to run. The final outcome was already decided. Either she’d be killed and eaten or bitten and turned. Not ready to give up yet, she continued to fire arrows, determined to take out as many as she could while she still had the chance.

Another howl ripped through the air, not any sound a zombie could make. A wolf, the size unlike any Jerrica had seen before, ran out of the forest. It was gigantic and covered in black fur. It charged through the remaining zombies, biting off heads or slicing them literally in half with its sharp claws. She lowered her bow and watched the wolf decimate the undead like a hot knife going through butter. Once the last one had fallen to the ground, the wolf looked in her direction and met her gaze.

More zombie howls heralded the arrival of another group of ten. The wolf ran toward Jerrica, then stopped once he reached her. Its head was a couple inches above hers when it came to stand at her side. It quickly lowered to the ground. She didn’t think twice. She slung her bow over her shoulder, climbed up onto its back and dug her hands into the thick fur of its neck as it gained its paws and took off at a run toward the walls.

Jerrica glanced behind them to see that the zombies gave chase, but the wolf ran faster and soon put a great amount of distance between them. She held on tightly. Her heart raced at how close she’d come to losing her life and the situation she now found herself in. This was no ordinary wolf or wild animal.

Once they cleared the gates, the wolf came to a stop in the center of the spacious, open area that was the center of the settlement. The large portals were quickly shut, keeping out the zombies that were still in pursuit.

Jerrica looked around to see nearby settlers gathering around, but they kept a fair amount of space between them. Austin, Mathias and the other workers were among them. Whispers of Werewolf Defender were said in a hush as everyone looked at the wolf with awe.

She knew the stories of the Werewolf Defender. Everyone did. He was the one who’d turned the tide on the zombies eighty years before. No one knew where he’d come from, only that he could take out the undead far easier than anyone else. He was also immune to their bite, along with seeming to be immortal. Over the years he’d been categorized as a myth rather than real, since no one Jerrica knew had ever seen him. She couldn’t refute that she sat on the back of a living legend.

The wolf lowered to the ground, and Jerrica climbed off. She didn’t move away as an almost blinding bright light surrounded him. She held up her hand to shield her eyes but kept her gaze on him. It lasted all of a few seconds. As it died away, she saw the wolf had disappeared and a boy who looked to be her age had taken its place. She looked into his ice-blue eyes and found him staring directly at her.

Jerrica guessed him to be around six foot two. His black hair was on the long side and brushed the tops of his shoulders. He was slim but muscular. And there was no denying the fact that he was good looking. Unlike her and the rest of the settlers, he was dressed in clothes from the time before the zombies. He wore blue jeans and a dark gray T-shirt. Her mom had a picture of her father, Jerrica’s grandfather, during that time wearing such an outfit when he’d been a kid.

Are you okay? He continued to look at her.

She nodded. Yes, thanks to you.

Becca’s father, John, their leader, stepped away from the others and came to stand in front of the Werewolf Defender. It’s an honor to have you at our settlement. And you couldn’t have come at a better time. The zombie population has recently increased around here.

Then I’ll have to stay for a while to help with that.

We’ll find you a place to stay, Werewolf Defender.

My name is Calan, he said directly to Jerrica. Calan turned his attention back on John. A bed to sleep in will be appreciated.

Come. There’s an empty cabin. It hasn’t been lived in for a few years now, but the roof is solid.

As Becca’s father led Calan away, Austin came to stand in front of Jerrica. It was lucky that he showed up when he did. And it’s too bad you lost the buck you brought down. That was a great shot.

Jerrica shrugged. Yeah, it would have been nice having the meat, but at least I can say I’m still alive. She glanced in Calan’s direction one last time before he disappeared around a corner. She said to Austin, I should go home. My mom will be worried. I’m sure the news of what happened has spread like wildfire through the settlement.

And half of it will be wrong, Austin said with a chuckle. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.

Sure.

Jerrica turned to head for the road that would take her to her family’s cabin. As she walked, she thought of how close she’d come to being eaten by zombies. Now that the adrenaline had left her system, she was a little shaky. That had been the first time she’d been in a situation like that. She thought of Calan and how he’d rescued her. Riding on his back while he’d been in his werewolf form had been exhilarating, now that she could calmly think about it. He really was a myth come to life.

She arrived at her cabin and had no sooner opened the door when her mom hurried toward her, then pulled her into a hug. Thank goodness you’re all right, she said.

Jerrica hugged her back before she stepped out of her mother’s embrace. She didn’t miss seeing the tears in her eyes. I’m fine, Mom.

One of the Tate boys came by and told me what happened in the field, and how the Werewolf Defender came and saved you.

His name is Calan.

You talked to him?

Yes. He let me ride on his back while he was in werewolf form to escape the zombies.

Oh my goodness. Is he planning on staying for a while? It’s said he travels from settlement to settlement, taking out as many zombies as he can find before he moves on again.

Calan is still here. Becca’s dad took him to the empty cabin. He’s going to stay there.

The door flew open as Jerrica’s father practically ran inside. The door banged off the wall and shut. Jerrica! he said when he saw her. Just as her mother had done, he gathered her into a hug and held her tight.

I’m okay, Dad, she said against his chest. Her father