Werewolf Wrangling in the Buff: The Naked Adventures Of Cole Pearson

By Tyranny D Hovey

Nicole Pearson (current alias) most feared vampire throughout this realm and any realm unlucky enough for her to step foot in it. She's walked the Earth for over five hundred years. Most do whatever is necessary to stay off her radar. Her crankiness and pettiness know no bounds. Imagine her surprise when a werewolf decides to get uppity and dema

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tyranny Hovey
• Release date: Feb 6, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869167972

Tyranny D Hovey

I grew up in Missouri and Kansas. Currently I reside in East Texas. My daughter went off to college, so I filled the empty nest with cats. At the moment there are seven cats wreaking havoc in my house. As an avid reader I always dreamed of creating my own universe. I have lived with imaginary people in my head for as long as I can remember. I started writing my first book in the 5th grade. Some have been around for decades; others have jumped into the fray more recently.

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1

Running naked, I dove tackling the young werewolf around the waist. We tumbled across the grass in an awkward heap. When we finally came to a stop we laid tangled up trying to catch our breaths. Well he tried to. Being a vampire my breathing never changed. However, my legs were already screaming from the sprint I'd just done. I thought back to how I ended up in this position. It'd all started with a 6 a.m. phone call demanding my presence and me going....

The smells and sounds of the forest filled my senses as I stepped through the portal. I looked up at the tree canopy above me as a felt the portal close. Sighing deeply I took stock of where I was. Old tall trees. Check. Leaf covered ground. Check. Insects galore. Check. I had been summoned to a forest. Good to know my senses all agreed.

Judging from the coordinates I had been given I was somewhere in Tennessee. I felt my agitation increase at the thought. Another deep breath told me there was a werewolf nearby but out of sight. Lurking. Perhaps it was afraid of little ole me. A not so nice smile stretched across my face as I looked in the direction of the wolf. He thought he was hidden behind the….. whatever kind of bush that was, I wasn’t a botanist. Obviously he forgot my vampire senses. His heartbeat sped up and he smelt of fear. Hmmm. I wonder if my fangs are showing. I ran my tongue along my teeth just to check. Nope. No fangage.

Jeremiah! Show yourself! I yelled into the woods. He knew it was unwise to annoy me. First by calling and demanding I come to these coordinates. I don't take orders well. Everyone knows this. Second by not being here to meet me? He was just asking for me to smite him. I have the power of two Olympian gods. Smiting is easy. Keeping the powers of Aphrodite and Aries from fighting with each other? That was a little harder. But I've had several centuries to get the hang of it. Unless you want me to entertain myself with that young pup over there that smells so invitingly of fear!

It was an empty threat. Werewolves taste like wet dog. Vampires only feed on them to be insulting. But, it was effective since I could hear someone coming towards me in what sounded like human form. After a moment Jeremiah stepped out of the foliage. I hadn't seen him for a while. His black hair had more silver and his hazel eyes seemed faded. But I was pretty sure he was wearing the same flannel shirt and jeans as last time. He looked me over and gave me a little smirking smile. Not sure why. Just because my ebony hair was pulled up into a fuzzy ponytail that almost reached the middle of my back and wait, I looked down to see what I was wearing. Oh dear. In my haste I'd thrown on my black leather pants and a pink silk blouse. At least I did have boots on. Granted they were brown. Was it acceptable to wear brown boots with black leather pants? More importantly, when had I bought a pink silk blouse? Oh well. I narrowed my blue eyes at him.

So, what was so important I had to get my, what was it you said? Blood sucking corpse out here now? I gave him my death glare as I quoted him. If this wasn't life and death I was going to have to hurt him. I didn’t care for being woken up at the butt crack of dawn.

There's something you need to see. He nodded his head to the right and then started walking that direction. I gave him a dirty look and then followed. The buzzing of all the mosquitos following us was highly annoying. But I smirked at them. My blood held no interest for them. The parasites were going to have to find somewhere else to feed. Hopefully in unspeakable places on Jeremiah.

As we walked through the trees I tried to keep the limbs from snagging on my shirt. Silk was so not the appropriate material for trekking through the freaking forest. The scent of werewolf lingered in the air. Several of them had been through here recently. Beside me Jeremiah was getting tenser the further we walked. A couple yards in we walked around a downed tree and stopped.

Lying on the ground in a heap was a male body. A few werewolves were hanging around in wolf form. Like they were standing guard. I took a deep breath and felt my brow wrinkle in confusion. Stepping closer I took another breath and cocked an ear towards the body. Stopping beside him, I crouched down and stared at him intently.

You can't smell him either can you? Jeremiah asked matter of factly. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and shook my head. My nose was less than six inches from him and he had no scent. I couldn't feel any heat coming off his skin, heard no heartbeat or breathing. All of this meant he was dead except for the scent. Even dead he should have had some kind of smell.

As I contemplated what all this meant I heard my phone go off in pocket. Pulling it out I unlocked the screen before I looked down at it. I immediately cleared the screen after a quick glance. Thankful I couldn't flush like a human. I looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen the text message with the emoji's with the hearts for eyes and the ones making kissy faces. Since no one was laughing or choking I was pretty sure I was in the clear. I shoved my phone back in my pocket and went back to examining the dead body.

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and caught the faintest trace of magic. Opening my eyes I walked a small circle around the body. Jeremiah stood still watching, waiting for me to finish my inspection. I stopped near the dead guy's feet and looked at him. Someone opened a portal here.

Can you smell them? What are they? Who killed my wolf? Jeremiah demanded. I could feel his anger lash out as well as his authority. He was the highest ranking wolf on the continent. Alpha of all wolves in the US and Canada. It wasn't surprising that he demanded answers. Especially if the body was that of a wolf. However I wasn't one of his wolves.

Swiveling my gaze from the body to Jeremiah I let my inner predator peak out my eyes. When I smiled at him my fangs were definitely showing. Some of the color leached out of his face and he shifted uncomfortably. He seemed to get the message that he wasn't the biggest baddest predator in the woods today.

I'm not smelling any magic users. I think they ripped the portal open and shoved him through without coming through themselves. Nodding towards the body I continued. There appears to be a stasis spell on him. It would block all scents and sounds. They didn't want him found immediately. I kept my eyes on him as I shifted from intimidating to speculative. All of this any witch could have told you. So it begs the question as to why you demanded that I come here.

I want you handling the investigation. Someone killed a wolf and dropped his body here like he was nothing. You looking for them will send a message. Kill a wolf, deal with Cole Pearson. Nobody in their right mind wants you hunting them. Jeremiah looked at me with a dangerous slightly crazy grin on his face. My spidey senses were tingling. The old wolf was certainly up to something.

I cleared my throat before I answered. I'm a liaison, not an investigator. Connor is the badge not me.

You do what you want when you want to. Besides, liaison might be your title, but everyone knows you are more of a hit man/shakedown artist for your bosses. In your spare time you solve mysteries. You and Connor Echolls are the best there is out there. He turned to the body. He deserves the best.

I nodded. Understanding where he was coming from. I knelt beside the body again. Closed my eyes and pushed magic to my fingertips as I moved my hands over the dead wolf's back. The stasis spell broke without resistance. Death assaulted my nose without warning. As did the scent of the wolf letting me identify him. I hadn't given much thought to who he was. He was lying face down and I hadn't recognized his clothes. But his scent I knew well. Beside me Jeremiah swore as he too could now smell him.

I whipped my head around to glare at the alpha. My eyebrows were trying to reach my hair line. This is Cyrus Howl. I growled at him. Your representative with the council. He turns up dead; I'm for sure going to be looking into it. So you didn't call me here because you want me involved. So what gives?

With a wave of his hand he dismissed the wolves that had been guarding the area. A slow smile spread across his face. You and Connor will be investigating this. Along with my grandson Tristan. He looked at the look on my face and laughed.

Which one is Tristan? You've got like twenty grandkids. Is he the one that's the sheriff? He might be useful.

No. That's Thomas. Tristan's Jacob's only son. The smile was getting bigger.

I flipped through my mental rolodex trying to figure out which one Jacob was. When I found him my eyes about bulged out and my jaw dropped.

The separatist?! As in the supernatural beings that have chosen to live human? The ones who don't use their gifts and have cut themselves off from those that do? Yes, my voice was getting squeaky. Separatists? Could this get any worse? Then I remembered the footnote on Jacob. You want me to take a kid raised by not only separatists but pacifists into an investigation that will undoubtedly end in a fight?!A fight that will most likely have magic, claws, and fangs?! Why in hell would I do that? I thought my head was going to burst at just the thought of it. What good would a werewolf do me if he wouldn't were or fight?

The look on Jeremiah's face could only be described as evil and enjoying it. That grin was still plastered on his face when he answered my question. You will take him along. Teach him about our world. Keep him safe. Unless you want me to start talking about what really happen in June 1889. The bastard's eyes started to twinkle as he blackmailed me. And just in case you decide it would be easier to kill me, I do have an insurance policy.

My blood ran cold. Or it would have if I wasn't already dead. Your grand pappy was supposed to take that to his grave. I grounded out between my clenched teeth.

Here's the boy's address. Let me know when you figure out what happened. He passed me a card with a name, address, and phone number on it. Good hunting

He turned and blurred into a pitch black wolf. Let out a howl and disappeared into the woods.

What the hell just happened?

2

I stepped out of the portal on my front porch. I love my house. Several decades ago I had discovered the cabin in the clearing while hunting down a coven of evil witches that were using it as their base of operations. It had taken multiple cleansings to get rid of all the bad juju the coven had left behind but, the cabin was worth it. Woods surrounded it on all sides for privacy. The front porch wrapped all the way around to the covered deck in the back. Which sadly meant the two car garage was detached. But it’s not like I own a car.

Coming through the door I went down the short hallway past the door to the spare bedroom and made a left to the stairs. Stomping up them muttering to myself I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent Connor a quick text to meet me at my place. Throwing open my closet doors I glared at my clothes. Black leather and pink silk would not blend where I was going. Casual would probably be best. I pulled out jeans and a shirt. Dressing quickly I stopped by the bathroom to fix my frizzy hair. A glance in the mirror showed me that even at over five centuries I could still pass for twenty-five. However, currently I looked like a reject from some survivor show. Twigs and leaves were twisted through my hair. Along with what looked like part of a spider web. I started muttering about how much I hate stomping through the freaking woods. Thankfully it didn't take long to get rid of the debris. I was doing my imitation of a sulking teenager when I headed down the stairs. Connor walked through my front door just as I reached the last step.

Not yet done with my tantrum, I looked Connor over. He looked like he was well rested and hadn't been called to the woods at the butt crack of dawn. His dark hair was perfectly gelled and appeared to have given serious thought to his ensemble. That was the only word to describe what he was wearing. Sleek black leather jacket over a perfectly pressed button up. Black skinny jeans covered his legs. Skinny jeans! To finish his look he had on a pair of black motorcycle boots. Tucked into the little slit of a pocket of his jacket was a pair of aviator sunglasses. His slightly sharp features were wearing a smug look. Someone needed to wipe that look off his face and who better to do it than me?

"Let me guess, you were just at a boy band audition? Your stage