To: firstname.lastname@example.org; email@example.com;
Subject: Our brother—the budding writer!
Attach: (Untitled doc.)
Hey there, brothers mine.
Seems the youngest of us is trying to become a budding writer.
I found this, left ever-so-stupidly, on an unsecured part of
the computer while I was doing the routine security check on
the work files.
See you tonight, wolf boy. Can’t wait to start ribbing
you about this. Just had to share with our loving family.
I feel her pull on me as She
shines on my face through the open curtains. Even though it’s
the night before She is Full, She retains this immense hold
over me. After all these years, I still can’t figure out
if Her hold on me is good or bad. She calls to me no matter
how hard I try to hide. When I finally give in to her embrace
I receive indescribable joy, passion, and freedom. I wonder
again why I resist her call. Is it simply my desire to rule
my own destiny? Or do I fight Her so hard each month simply
from my own stubbornness? If so, then why would I always give
in as She rises at dusk, full and rounded and far more beautiful
than any woman I have ever come across?
Maybe my melancholy is from my weariness of the constant fucking.
Seeing Artemais and William so sickeningly happy makes me wonder
if there is more to women than simply bedding and shedding them
the next morning. Yet the few times I tried forging deeper relationships
they ended with female tears and recriminations. It makes one
wonder what really does go on in the female mind.
The Mistress of the Moon I can understand. One night a month
She compels my siblings and I, along with our pack, for her
devotion, to worship her. Merely sitting here and thinking of
the freedom, the scents, the hunt, and wild runs in the forest
is enough to make my meat stand up at attention. While I might
fuck in my other form occasionally, this boner isn’t a
sexual one, it’s more standing to attention in respect
for the One whom I must follow, the One whom I can’t resist.
Why can’t I meet a woman like that? One I truly can’t
Goddess knows I enjoy women. I love their hair, their scent,
a million small things about them from their taste to their
texture. Yet when I look at my mated brothers, have I ever truly
felt that level of devotion, of adoration to anyone except the
moon? It must be thoughts like this that make me wake restless
and frustrated next to forgettable women each and every night.
The eternal question, “Would I be upset if I never saw
this woman again?” rocks around my head.
Both Art and Wills have told me separately that they would die
a million deaths if anything happened to their mates. The fact
I can wallow and momentarily forget my frustration in my casual
women doesn’t answer the fact that they are all the same
to me. All forgettable.
I care about them; I care that they reach their pleasure and
enjoy their short time with me. But there have been so very
many that they blur, much like those few seconds when I change
from man to wolf.
I’m waiting for the punchline—when I wake up one
morning beside a woman I realize I couldn’t possibly leave
or let go of. Much like, resist as I do the desirable, full
moon, I feel a constant ache in my heart when She finally falls
beyond the horizon and dawn breaks, and I am once again left
alone, to my endless fucking and searching. Tending to my rampant
cock alone merely exasperates this loneliness, this frustration.
As I pump myself to a heady release, the loss and frustration
levels inside me mount.
I can tell it is the night before the full moon because I feel
so melancholy tonight. My desire, even after spending three
hours with the lusty brunette in my bed, Shawna I think her
name is…even now, minutes after the attention of my own
hand, my rampant cock is aroused again merely from the thoughts
of tomorrow night, when I can run wild and free. Maybe I should
go back to Shawna and—
Mary snapped back to attention.
She turned quickly to double check her young cousin, Matthew,
still paced on the other side of the room by the large window,
and wasn’t reading the incredibly sexy, erotic, private
thoughts she had stumbled onto over her shoulder.
Noting her attention on him, he halted a moment. “Have
you untangled me yet?”
Typing a few quick keystrokes, Mary closed the email she had
accidentally opened. Thinking it one of the portal exits she
was searching for, she had at first been surprised to realize
it was a saved email. Initially confused, she had quickly begun
to scan the email. The depth of feeling in the emails words,
the true and uncensored thoughts of the man who had written
them had instantly snared her attention, capturing her as securely
as her young cousin had been caught in the tricky trap laid
out by the Security Company.
Thankfully, before she invaded Dominic Rutledge’s privacy
too much, she had been recalled to her surroundings. She was
not in some decadent bedroom, listening to that man whisper
his secrets in her ear. She was here in her home office, trying
to untangle her wretched cousin from his idiocy.
“Nearly. What the hell were you doing, hacking into a
$security company of all things, Matthew? $Honestly. How many
times do I have to tell you this isn’t some stupid game
with no repercussions?”
Mary returned her attention back to the computer. Despite the
hot feeling thrumming through her body, she forced her mind
back to the task at hand. She must extract her eighteen-year-old
cousin from the quagmire he’d created.
Matthew resumed his restless pacing, and Mary entered a few
more keystrokes, silently cursing her over-enthusiastic cousin.
The virus scan finished ten minutes later and she switched off
the computer. She leaned back in her chair with a sigh.
“I swear, next time you use my computer, it had better
be for those blasted killing games of yours, not this dumb hacker
joke your friends keep on goading you into. It won’t be
$them sitting in the jail cell I’ll have to bail out.”
She held up her hand as Matthew opened his mouth to protest.
“And no, the nice police officers aren’t going to
care for the excuse ’But they dared me!’ Matthew,
you’re eighteen. I know you kick ass in the computer industry,
but frankly a jail record will kill any hopes you have for $ever
getting a decent job.”
Matthew scuffed one foot into her carpet, much like he had when
caught stealing cookies from the jar when he was eight.
“I’m sorry, Mary. I’ll try not to let them
goad me again. I proved I wasn’t good enough to get out.
I could tell they were tracking me, though. Show me how you
got us out.”
“What’s this ’us‘ business, buddy? You
got yourself in, you can learn next time to get yourself out.”
At Matthew’s pleading look, Mary relented.
Matthew and his older sister, Chloe, might technically be her
cousins, but they were as close as siblings. Having been raised
together, even annoyed as she was at Matthew’s delve into
hacking, she knew she would eventually show him how she escaped
the fierce clutches of the Rutledge Security Company. Flashing
his most charming grin, Matthew sent her a cheerfully pleading
“Later, buddy. But no more hacking. You want to test out
your skills, you wait for your college course to start, or better
yet, get a $job.”
“Tonight, then?” At Mary’s raised eyebrow
Matthew grumbled his assent. “Oh, all right. Thanks again.”
Mary returned his kiss on the cheek, and sat back in her chair
as Matthew left her small home office. She thought back to the
email she’d discovered accidentally.
Surely it was some sort of joke? It had to be some idiotic male
prank? Switching her computer back on, she logged on the Internet
and did a quick search.
$Well shit, there really is a Rutledge Security company! And
in Montana of all places!
She lived on the border between Montana and North Dakota. From
the look of things, Rutledge Security was situated up the northwest
corner of Montana.
Mary searched a little deeper, and found the founders of the
company were a group of four brothers. Artemais, William, Samuel,
and Dominic Rutledge. $Not good, not good at all for my peace
It seemed as if Artemais, the eldest, pretty much ran the company,
with a bit of help from his brothers. The picture under the
“About Us” link showed four drop-dead gorgeous men.
The men shown as Artemais and William appeared happily married
with a number of kids between them. There were a lot of happy
family snaps showing the beaming men with strong arms wrapped
around very satisfied looking women.
Other photos showed the same men and women with happy, healthy
looking kids. Samuel and Dominic, while shown playing with the
kids, still cheekily winked out from the pictures, obviously
Surely if they were werewolves they couldn’t be happily
married? Mary thought back to Dominic’s comments about
Art and Wills being “happily mated” and “dying
a thousand deaths if anything happened to their mates”.
For what felt like the first time ever, Mary had no idea what
she wanted to do. Her initial impulse was to jump in her car
and drive over to their company, beat down their door, and ask
if her conclusions were accurate.
Sanity, however, remained to question that impulse. She couldn’t
possibly appear on their doorstep and demand they tell her the
“truth” purely to sate her curiosity.
Mary switched the screen of her computer off, to not distract
her, and picked up her phone. She pressed the memory one button,
and waited for Chloe to pick up.
Just as she started to wonder if her cousin had stepped out,
Chloe answered. “Hello?”
Mary frowned, her cousin sounded distracted. “Hey, it’s
me. Am I interrupting?”
“You’re welcome to. I’m trying my hand at
“Painting? I thought you had that job as a mechanic down
at the garage?”
“Oh, I do. It’s just so unfeminine I wanted to try
something else today. So I started this picture. It’s
supposed to be a seascape—but it looks like a four-year-old’s
finger painting session. I was just trying to think of what
I’m missing when you called. What’s up?”
Briefly, Mary explained about Matthew’s foray into the
world of hacking, and her subsequent rescue.
“Thank goodness he asked you to help. You know how terrible
I am with computers. I would have made the mess worse. Are you
hoping to get me to yell at him? I could, but I doubt he’d
listen to me.”
“No, no. It’s something totally different. I accidentally
opened an email. Matthew was stuck in a web and I mistook it
for something else.”
“Yes? What about this email?”
“The email was from one of the four brothers who run the
company. It was sent to the other brothers, and it was a section
of one of their journals. It talked about the moon and its pull
on him. About how they were all werewolves.”
There was a short pause on the other end.
“Are you sure it wasn’t creative writing? Sometimes
when I’m trying to get into a character’s head I
write stuff down as if I really were them, to set the mood and
help me see things from their perspective better, you know?”
The fact that Chloe occasionally wrote came as no surprise to
Mary. Chloe was a multitalented girl who had never settled in
one area. She was smart—she just hadn’t found where
her passion lay. Instead, she did whatever took her fancy, whenever
the urge struck her. By no means was she selfish; she had a
huge heart and was always there for those she loved. She just
had a tendency to pick and discard working jobs with the ease
some people chose hot dinners.
Mary shook herself and returned to the problem at hand.
“I don’t think so. Samuel sent the email out to
his brothers with the object of teasing the youngest brother.
He made a huge joke out of it, stating Dominic was keeping a
journal, and then called him Wolf Boy. If it was make-believe,
why would Samuel tease him like that? If it weren’t true,
surely it wouldn’t be humorous?”
Mary chewed her lip thoughtfully. What she had told Chloe made
perfect sense. The thought that the four of them really were
werewolves made her nervous. Surely it was all just fairy tales
to frighten children on stormy nights?
“You’re not going to be able to rest until you figure
this out, are you?”
Mary smiled wryly. No one had ever accused Chloe of not being
able to see through those she cared about. “Probably not.”
“Then go out there and see them for yourself. You mentioned
this guy was complaining about the number of bed partners he
slept with and then discarded, right?”
Mary furrowed her brow, not following Chloe’s train of
“Then go out there and seduce him.”
Mary’s eyes widened. “What?!”
She could practically see Chloe shrug her shoulders.
“You want some answers, and he sleeps with a different
woman every night. Why not seduce him, sleep with him, and ask
him those questions and get your answers. It’ll be a normal
give and take. He gets extraordinary sex, you find out whether
werewolves really exist. Seems like a fair trade to me.”
Mary blinked, totally stunned. Was this her little twenty-six-year-old
cousin, giving $her, a mature thirty-five, $sexual advice?
“Chloe, you are $not giving me sex tips are you?”
“Of course not!” Mary wondered how Chloe seemed
to appear both laughing at her and offended simply by the tone
of her voice. “I’m just pointing out your options
here. You called to ask for my advice, and now I’m giving
it to you.”
Mary wondered when her young cousin had become so wise; the
kid was twenty-six, for heaven’s sake. Mary rubbed her
forehead, a headache beginning to pound.
“So let me get this straight. You, my baby cousin, think
I should drive for hours on end, to the other side of the state,
to seduce a man and blow his mind with orgasmic sex, then casually
turn over afterwards and instead of playing with the usual post-coital
bliss and teasing, I should just ask him if he’s a werewolf?”
“You know, when you put it like that, it sounds stupid.
I’m saying go with the flow, cousin. Maybe he’ll
be the sort of guy you $can just look in the eye and say, ‘Hey,
I heard you turn furry once a month. Any truth to that?’
or maybe you can kinda search his pockets or something for a
Werewolves Anonymous card. I have no idea. All I know is you
will sit out here and stew for months if you don’t go
and do something. So go out and search for your answers.”
Mary smiled. Trust Chloe to make something as stupid as driving
to the other side of the state seem simple and straightforward.
“You’d better keep an eye on that crazy brother
of yours then. No telling what mess he’ll get into next
“No problem. It’s about time someone other than
me got itchy feet and decided to break out and try something
new around here. Heaven knows Matthew will be glued to that
computer of yours forever if we don’t pry him away, and
it’s about time you went off and did something daring
Mary rolled her eyes. “I do not need advice from a woman
who refuses to hold a job for more than six months.”
“At least I’m living my life. You just stay holed
up in your office, doing your coding stuff and chatting to your
online friends. I think it’s a good time for you to go
on a personal road trip and explore what life has to offer.
I was beginning to wonder if you had any life outside those
IM rooms you stay in all night.”
Mary mulled it over. She wanted to go out there, so what was
holding her back? Why $not just go with the flow for once? Making
up her mind, Mary decided to act on her thoughts before she
could talk herself out of them again. With that thought she
decided to pack straight away.
“Okay. See you, Chloe. Keep an eye on Matthew. I’ll
probably call you tomorrow before I leave.”
“No problem, hon. See you around.”
Mary hung up the phone with a feeling of total unreality. Somehow
her cousin made it sound as if sleeping with a man and then
asking him if he was a werewolf would be a rational course of
Turning back to her lowly humming computer, she turned the screen
back on, determined to dig up as much information about the
brothers as she could. Dominic in particular.
As she sifted through their website, this time at a much slower
and more careful pace, she found interesting little pieces of
information scattered through the text. She found it amazing
how much information could be left in such blasé comments
one would usually overlook on a first, more casual read through.
In their descriptions of themselves, Mary found with a bit of
careful reading and piecing together, that the brothers all
lived on the same piece of land on the edge of Glacier National
Park. Exactly where around the enormous parkland she had no
idea, but even having the Park as a reference point would be
Mary wrinkled her nose. The park was truly huge, so sifting
through it looking for the right house, or houses, was totally
out of the question. She smiled at the mental picture of herself
knocking on each and every door asking if the Rutledge studs
lived here. The police would arrest her—or the men in
white coats would come for her before she had covered even a
tenth of the Park.
The time passed quickly, and while Mary gathered a fair amount
of detail, she couldn’t find anything concrete until she
came across a fuzzy digital photo of the four brothers playing
in a band. It had the title “The Howlers—Our Local
$The Howlers? Either she possessed a more active imagination
than she realized, or these Rutledge men had a wicked sense
of humor. Mary downloaded the picture, then zoomed in and out
of the digital image, determined to find a clue on their location.
Finally she caught sight of a banner, declaring “The Three
Legged Stool Presents $The Howlers.”
$Local bar, hmm? Shouldn’t be too hard to find that place
close to Glacier National Park.
Tomorrow was Friday. She could easily take the weekend off;
she could even be able to stretch it to Monday, if she needed.
She had plenty of annual leave stored up. The chances of finding
Dominic at his local bar might be slim, but four brothers as
studly as these should be well known.
It was possible a heap of people would know where they lived.
It seemed like the next logical step into finding out about
Mary wrinkled her nose at her desperate thoughts. Maybe she
was losing her mind. Calling out to Matthew that the computer
was free, she left her study and climbed upstairs to her small
Packing a light bag, making notes about groceries and last minute
errands she didn’t want to forget, Mary felt strangely
nervous and excited at the same time. Chloe was right, it $had
been far too long since she had struck out and done something
for herself simply for the fun of it.
She decided it was stupid to worry, when the worst-case scenario
was that she’d waste a weekend looking for a man she couldn’t
find. Or even embarrass herself in front of a man she would
never see again. So what if she asked Dominic Rutledge if he
was a werewolf and he thought she was insane? More likely than
not, she would never see the man again, so who cared if she
made a fool of herself?
So other than possible humiliation, or wasting her time, she
had absolutely nothing to lose—and a potential weekend
of hot sex and traveling through the state to gain.
Seemed like a fair deal to her. Particularly when she thought
back to the brooding, sexy man labeled Dominic Rutledge, with
the scorching blue eyes and shoulder length wavy dark brown
hair. Even on a digital image, he fairly radiated sexual energy
and allure. Jumping into bed with him would not be a problem,
and she certainly wouldn’t have to fake anything.
Double-checking her packed bag, Mary determinedly left her room,
intent on filling the rest of the day with cleaning until she
could collapse in bed and sleep the hours away until she would
leave. Even though she had made her decision, she didn’t
want to lose her nerve by dwelling on what she was doing. Deep
inside her something had clicked when she had seen the picture
Something about all the men had seemed feral yet restrained
at the same time. As stupid as it seemed, she had no trouble
at all believing these men could change into huge wolves once
Her impulse might be bizarre and crazy, but something in Mary
knew she would never rest until she had followed this, whatever
it was, through. Sure, she might make a fool of herself, but
at least she would get her answers and be able to let it rest.
A determined gleam in her eye, she grabbed the polish rag and
headed into her living room to do some dusting.
* * * * *
Dominic madly typed at his keyboard, determined to catch the
hacker who had been stupid enough to try and break his code.
While there were no state or federal secrets inside their website,
Rutledge Security $did pride themselves on having the best,
the most up-to-date security and systems on hand. While nothing
was hacker-proof, their systems and encryptions were as close
as one could get. It was a source of incredible pride to Dominic.
Dominic’s instincts warned him that the talented, but
obviously gauche, kid who had started hacking into the Rutledge
Security files had called in extra fire power. The initial hacker
had certainly been talented, but untrained—they hadn’t
realized the careful snare Dom had set up and they had fallen
into it like a ripe plum.
He grinned hugely at the shock and surprise the kid must have
felt. The kid was good enough to break in, but not trained enough
to know how to get out. Dom felt a momentary spurt of ego to
know his personally created system worked.
There had been almost no action after the initial squirming,
and then suddenly he was trying to follow a flurry of activity.
To his well-trained eye, the new person was obviously a veteran.
Slowly and meticulously the new person unwound the kid from
the highly tricky snare.
Dominic unwillingly felt a rush of respect for the new person.
Not only were they well-trained and quite talented, but patient
as well. The confidence mixed with the patience made him wonder
if the kid had called in a woman to help him. Many men would
have taken the few deeper traps he set, appearing as quick-fix
exits. The woman didn’t rise to any of his baits.
Dominic had purposely set the trap such, in the hopes of further
trapping any hackers. Also, he needed to buy himself as much
time as possible to track them down. Somehow it hadn’t
fully worked this time.
Too busy trying to trace their Internet source and point of
connection, Dominic hadn’t been fazed by the new arrival
trying to un-pry themselves. But the speed with which they were
becoming untangling, coupled with the thought it was a woman
beating his system, set his teeth on edge.
Dominic tapped his foot impatiently and resisted the urge to
pace like a caged animal.
Something about this hacker, this $woman, tugged at him. She
pricked his pride, but more, she pricked his $interest, as few
women ever had.
All the details would be collected on Samuel’s main computer
back at Artemais’ house, so he couldn’t even read
the data as it was collected and begin to collate it. He gave
up his resistance and began to pace—restlessly, anxiously,
feeling as if his hands were tied. The lack of control he held
over the entire situation grated on him. It was a completely
alien, strange feeling to him.
All sorts of scenarios from a kid’s prank to a hardened
criminal flashed through his mind. The original hacker was almost
certainly a kid. The lack of experience was obvious and easy
to pick out—even over the web.
It was the new person who worried him. This $woman.
Dominic could feel himself getting closer and closer. The lady
could evidently tell he was getting closer too. She now desperately
struggled out of the code. Dominic felt thankful the hackers
were far too busy untangling themselves to steal or read any
private files. Everything was tightly locked down. Nothing had
been tampered with.
The small numbers of files saved onto the communal access were
nothing. They hadn’t been breeched for the most part,
certainly nothing had been copied from what he could tell, but
even so, Dominic felt no concern for anything in an insecure
area. All the important files were so heavily secured he would
certainly know if they were being opened or accessed.
Yet this was mild comfort to him. His precious security set
up had been breeched. By a kid of all people!
Keeping a determined eye on the readouts flashing across his
screen, Dominic was startled when an animated, voluptuous woman
appeared on his screen. She was naked, with her back turned
to him. Long red hair fell down to her shoulder blades, creamy
white skin glowed in contrast to the silky-looking locks. Her
naked ass swayed slightly as she turned to look at him.
Dominic felt his mouth dry out. $Oh man, the things I could
do to that ass…
Dominic’s attention adhered to her rounded ass as it swayed.
The animated woman was his every heated wet dream. Femininity
incarnate. Dominic wondered if the whole set-up was some sort
of insane joke from his brothers.
Stunned and completely turned on at the luscious animated figure
pouting on his screen, Dominic simply stared at her. Wicked
green eyes glinted as the female winked at him. Pouting her
lips even more, the red beauty kissed her palm, and blew him
the kiss. Then she teasingly slapped her wonderfully rounded
ass—a perfect size to hold on to as a man plunged himself
up to the balls—winked again, and then she was gone.
Cursing a blue streak, Dominic typed a few commands, and then
sat back, grumpy and defeated. Whoever the hacker was, she was
long gone. Dominic rubbed his eyes, trying to contain the howl
of rage and frustration he felt building up inside himself.
He couldn’t even explain to himself the fierce desire
to catch this hacker. Something about the person who came to
rescue the initial hacker had piqued his curiosity.
Now, not only was Dominic truly pissed at the knowledge that
his sacred code had been broken into, but he also resented the
huge hard-on he wore. The thrill of the chase, of the hunt,
had sparked new life into his weary world. Other than his rampant
cock, he couldn’t explain why this one hacker drew him,
taunted him more than any other hacker wanna-be ever had.
He shut down his main computer, pounding the desk in his frustration
and picked up the phone. Dialing a number without even glancing
at the number pad, he turned back to his totally secure laptop,
and continued to save, and make backups of all the data he had
“Yo,” came the answer from the other end.
“Sam? What the hell are you doing there?”
“Well Dom, darling, tomorrow is the big birthday bash.
We’re $all supposed to be down here. I presume you’re
still off fucking your way through the town, hmm?”
“No such luck, brother dear, I’ve been defending
the innocence of Rutledge Security. Can you log on to Art’s
computer and save all the info I’ve sent over? We had
a hacking attempt.”
“No shit? Hang on.”
Dominic smiled at the instant attention Samuel gave him. The
surprise in his brother’s tone made Dominic smile. His
grin stayed on his face as he double saved his information by
burning them onto CDs, determined not to lose even a micron
of his information.
“I stand corrected, brother mine. Looks like a kid, probably
trying to prove his balls to his buddies. What do you think?”
“Probably, it’s the second hacker that came in to
rescue him I wouldn’t mind speaking to. Patience of a
saint, and obviously a pro. The character was hanging around
somewhere, and the kid probably called him when he realized
he was stuck. Maybe it was even his computer the kid was using,
testing himself. Whatever, I’ll want to do the coordinates
and double-checks tomorrow at the party. Can you just double
save everything, in case the power goes down overnight?”
“No problem. You better not spend too much time in here,
checking the details. Wills and Josie might castrate you if
you’re not paying proper attention.”
Not only was this Sunday the full moon, but the weekend was
his niece and nephew’s birthday party. Alexander and Samantha,
his brother William and sister-in-law Josephine’s children
were turning four. Plus Sophie, Art’s wife, was due any
day now with their third child, and he wanted to be present
at the birth again.
Sophie had been swearing up and down that she was having a break
after this baby was born. Christiana, their oldest, was just
over four and Theodore, their second child, had recently turned
two. Sophie had been constantly grumbling throughout this third
pregnancy that she had spent more than half of her marriage
pregnant and sick, and she had had enough of it.
Art’s head was so swollen he could barely walk through
the doors of the old house, and between raising and taking care
of Christiana and Theodore, not to mention Alexander, Samantha
Monique, and baby Julian, William’s kids, the house was
never quiet, never clean, but always a lot of fun.
Dominic, as always, looked forward to returning home, not only
to his small cabin on the edge of the Rutledge land, but also
to his forest and family. Storing one copy of the disks safely
in his desk, he carried the other set of disks into his bedroom,
ready to pack for his weekend back home.
The house might always be a mess and loud, but it was still
home. Art and Wills, their gorgeous wives and kids might often
exasperate his loneliness, but this time would be different.
This time he had a purpose, a quest, to find the hacker and
hopefully the pro who not only set his teeth on edge, but also
piqued his curiosity and interest as almost no one had in the
last few years.
He loved his siblings and nieces and nephews, he loved his home,
but the ache and frustration he often felt back there had driven
him into the town on more than one occasion. This time, however,
would be different. This time he had a puzzle to mull over and
keep him happy and occupied.
He could hardly wait to get going.