would never be a reality.
Lisa closed her eyes to try to figure out where the beginning of the story really was. “I met Joseph at a zombie conference in Seattle. This was before it was quite the thing it is now, but still large enough for goers to be somewhat anonymous.”
“We’ve gone to a few of those conferences,” Marty said. “They’re a good way to meet people, and have a good time.”
Lisa looked at him in surprise. “I kind of figured, well,” she stumbled, “I thought he was just trolling. Hadn’t considered how many of the weres would be interested in going. Seems like you’re your own supernatural presence in reality. Why would you want to go to conferences where people acted like vampires, and zombie killers, and—” Their faces were impassive, but a glimmer of an idea had taken root.
Elizabeth took pity on her confused silence. “It’s a good way to find out who’s really against the supernatural and want to kill them or are only playing pretend because it’s in vogue.”
“And vampires, zombies?” Lisa asked.
“Did you not know all legends have a grain of truth in them?” Elizabeth asked instead of answering her directly. “You’ll need to speak to your Ulfric. There must be a reason he hasn’t brought it to your attention.”
Frustration gnawed at her but not because of the Ulfric’s reticence. No, she’d closed her eyes. She had been unable to deal with her own heartbreak and hadn’t fully assimilated into the pack. Always, she reserved a piece of herself back, held onto her human world she’d so willingly given up.
“It isn’t the Ulfric’s doing but my own,” Lisa replied sadly. “And it explains so much. Anyway, this dashing man ran into me, and I dropped all of my lovely paraphernalia. The crush of people kept tromping on them as I tried to get to them first. The thing is, he picked them up with me, profusely apologizing the whole time. So nice, and he was muscular and taller than most of the men I was acquainted with. I stood and stared at him when we’d finished gathering my things. I was in my last year of schooling for midwifery. I’d already passed my nurses exams. Yet I stood there, like a teenager with her first crush.”
“Weres can have that effect on humans,” Marty said. “There’s something in our makeup that draws them like moths to a flame, and it tends to manifest sexually. Oooph,” he replied looking at his wife who had cracked him in the ribs with her elbow. “What was that for?”
“You’d best not be knowing anything about the sexual manifestations of human girls and werewolves!” Elizabeth teased—mostly.
“By the time I figured it out, I’d met you, and it was too late. Ow,” he cried out indignantly. “Now what did I do?”
“I’ll give you too late if you don’t keep it in your pants,” Elizabeth said but winked. “Let’s let Lisa get back to her story.”
Lisa smiled at their banter, and a piece of her heart began to unthaw—a small barely perceptible warming, but it was there. She lowered her crochet work. They didn’t know it, but they’d released her from some of her built up guilt and self-derision. Being naïve and inexperienced in the ways of men, she’d studied the signs and watched out for players and their vibes. She’d prided herself at being able to protect her heart and body from sleazy seducers. Then she’d gone and let one turn her into a supernatural being. Not trusting herself or men ever since, she’d been very lonely and full of shame.
“He walked around with me the rest of the day, helping me carry things, buying me a drink, basically being a really sweet guy.”
“And you fell in love at first sight,” Elizabeth stated.
“I guess it was kind of predictable now that I look back at it. I’ve tried not to these many years. It’s painful to realize how naïve I’d been when I thought myself to be sophisticated and mature. We dated, one thing led to another, and we became lovers.
Lisa closed her eyes to try to figure out where the beginning of the story really was. “I met Joseph at a zombie conference in Seattle. This was before it was quite the thing it is now, but still large enough for goers to be somewhat anonymous.”
“We’ve gone to a few of those conferences,” Marty said. “They’re a good way to meet people, and have a good time.”
Lisa looked at him in surprise. “I kind of figured, well,” she stumbled, “I thought he was just trolling. Hadn’t considered how many of the weres would be interested in going. Seems like you’re your own supernatural presence in reality. Why would you want to go to conferences where people acted like vampires, and zombie killers, and—” Their faces were impassive, but a glimmer of an idea had taken root.
Elizabeth took pity on her confused silence. “It’s a good way to find out who’s really against the supernatural and want to kill them or are only playing pretend because it’s in vogue.”
“And vampires, zombies?” Lisa asked.
“Did you not know all legends have a grain of truth in them?” Elizabeth asked instead of answering her directly. “You’ll need to speak to your Ulfric. There must be a reason he hasn’t brought it to your attention.”
Frustration gnawed at her but not because of the Ulfric’s reticence. No, she’d closed her eyes. She had been unable to deal with her own heartbreak and hadn’t fully assimilated into the pack. Always, she reserved a piece of herself back, held onto her human world she’d so willingly given up.
“It isn’t the Ulfric’s doing but my own,” Lisa replied sadly. “And it explains so much. Anyway, this dashing man ran into me, and I dropped all of my lovely paraphernalia. The crush of people kept tromping on them as I tried to get to them first. The thing is, he picked them up with me, profusely apologizing the whole time. So nice, and he was muscular and taller than most of the men I was acquainted with. I stood and stared at him when we’d finished gathering my things. I was in my last year of schooling for midwifery. I’d already passed my nurses exams. Yet I stood there, like a teenager with her first crush.”
“Weres can have that effect on humans,” Marty said. “There’s something in our makeup that draws them like moths to a flame, and it tends to manifest sexually. Oooph,” he replied looking at his wife who had cracked him in the ribs with her elbow. “What was that for?”
“You’d best not be knowing anything about the sexual manifestations of human girls and werewolves!” Elizabeth teased—mostly.
“By the time I figured it out, I’d met you, and it was too late. Ow,” he cried out indignantly. “Now what did I do?”
“I’ll give you too late if you don’t keep it in your pants,” Elizabeth said but winked. “Let’s let Lisa get back to her story.”
Lisa smiled at their banter, and a piece of her heart began to unthaw—a small barely perceptible warming, but it was there. She lowered her crochet work. They didn’t know it, but they’d released her from some of her built up guilt and self-derision. Being naïve and inexperienced in the ways of men, she’d studied the signs and watched out for players and their vibes. She’d prided herself at being able to protect her heart and body from sleazy seducers. Then she’d gone and let one turn her into a supernatural being. Not trusting herself or men ever since, she’d been very lonely and full of shame.
“He walked around with me the rest of the day, helping me carry things, buying me a drink, basically being a really sweet guy.”
“And you fell in love at first sight,” Elizabeth stated.
“I guess it was kind of predictable now that I look back at it. I’ve tried not to these many years. It’s painful to realize how naïve I’d been when I thought myself to be sophisticated and mature. We dated, one thing led to another, and we became lovers.
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