Aug 14, 2012
VBT: Call of the Wolf
obligation, at the end of the night, which will win?
Victoria Bonvalet, a purebred werewolf, has no desire to mate to
an alpha not of her choosing and after a one of a kind encounter
with the mysterious blood lord Tristan Garland rattles her
existence, she knows that she could never share any part of
herself without love being the number one incentive.
Tristan, a vampire of over a thousand years, no longer cares
much for the world or the creatures inhabiting it. But when he
meets the beautiful she-wolf invading his deep woods territory,
he realizes that it’s never too late to find your perfect match,
even if she belongs to the opposite branch of all mythological
beings. But even as they begin to explore their in-depth feelings
for each other, can they find a way to be together without
starting a war between two enemy species?
Even as she took several steps towards her car, Victoria could still sense it getting closer. The scent
emanating from this being wasn’t one she was used too. It was different, unique somehow. It was not
unpleasant by any means, just different. The incredibly fast speed in which it traveled was another clear
indication of its supernatural origins. No human on earth could move that fast. Victoria was certain of
two things, this being wasn’t human and neither was it a werewolf. Then what could it be?
Victoria refused to be afraid even though she did not comprehend the nature of this being. It was
different from what she was used to. All she had to do was identify what it was. Normally, she would
rely on her keen sense of smell for that, but since she didn’t recognize this scent, it was nearly
impossible to pinpoint what it was. The only supernatural creatures she was familiar with were her own
kind, werewolves. But this thing hiding back there was no werewolf, of that she was absolutely sure.
Once Victoria was close enough to her vehicle, she stopped and turned to face the woods. It was dark
out but she could see her surroundings very clearly. A slight breeze picked up, bringing this unknown
being’s aroma in to fill her nostrils. It was strong and male, very male. If this being were a werewolf
he would most certainly be an alpha, a powerful one at that. But this was no huge puppy, this was
Victoria surveyed the area with her eyes. So far she detected no movement which meant this thing was
still too far away to see. But it was getting closer by the second. The speed in which it traveled made her
slightly uneasy. Werewolves were known to move fast but this thing moved faster still. She could sense
it moving, gliding through the forest as if it was flying. She was utterly amazed by it and she hadn’t even
seen it/him yet.
Victoria waited, her eyes focusing in on her surroundings. Her she-wolf abilities ready to strike if this
thing presented itself to be a threat. She gripped her car keys tightly in anticipation of what would
happen next. She waited patiently for it to show itself. She wasn’t looking for a fight, she didn’t want
to ruin her outfit, but if push came to shove she wouldn’t hesitate. She was a she-wolf, therefore she
was a fighter. She could defend herself quite readily. She didn’t need the pack to protect her despite her
Victoria’s eyes narrowed when she caught movement up ahead. At first, it seemed like one big blur
moving from one side to another but then it started to get closer. The woods seemed to disappear as all
she could see was this black and white mass moving towards her. She couldn’t make out any features
because of the speed in which it traveled. Her entire body tensed as she readied herself for a fight. If
this thing attacked her she would fight back. There would be no hesitation at all to use all her armor,
and she was well packed.
Soon, the white mist finally appeared before her, a tall figure was now clearly identifiable. Victoria
gasped as she caught sight of a man standing not twenty feet from her. She blinked several times to
make sure her eyes weren’t playing any tricks on her. She noted, after opening and closing her eyes for
like the tenth time, that there really was a man standing nearby. He didn’t move. He just stared at her
with as much intensity as she was gazing back at him.
Even in the darkness encasing them both, she took in every distinctive feature of his. He was tall, as tall
as the trackers from the pack usually were. Shoulder length hair as white as a hand full of snow framed
the sides of his face. His eyes were a shade of blue so pale, they appeared almost translucent. Unusually
whitish skin and a lean and well-muscled figure finished his physical description.
His inhuman eyes assessed her in much the same manner she did him. Victoria watched as the breeze
toyed with his hair, bringing a few stray locks to caress his right cheek. Werewolves tended to have
unique features but this being was unique even for her. His white hair, pale skin, and clear eyes made
him look like a marble statue. Had it not been for the few strands of hair being tossed around his
shoulders by the light breeze, she could have easily mistaken him for one.
“Who are you?” She managed to ask at last. “What are you?”
His eyes narrowed as she spoke but he said nothing.
“What do you want?” She asked angrily when she noted he refused to answer.
The man took several steps towards her then stopped. He cocked his head to one side as if he was
having trouble hearing her. Victoria did not flinch or move as he approached. There was no need for her
to back away like a frightened kitten. She refused to show any form of fear. Not that she feared him; she
was more intrigued than anything else.
“I was once known as Tristan Garland,” His voice startled her; it sounded so deep and gruff that she
couldn’t help but think that perhaps he used it very little.
“Why are you following me?” She dared to ask.
The being now known as Tristan eyed her with curiosity.
“I do not follow you.” His eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “You invade and hunt in my territory.” He
stated simply. She couldn’t tell whether he was angry or not. His passive face revealed nothing of what
he was thinking. “You are the one trespassing, not I.”
As a child, Kristy used to lose herself in an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that she’s
all grown up, she gets to create her own fictional realms and make them come to life in ways that most
readers might not expect.
Writing has always been a passion of hers but she never had the opportunity do so until now. After
trying out numerous options, she realized that writing was what she loved the most and so she decided
to give it a shot. As it turns out, her very active imagination helped her achieve her goals of creating
believable plots with some ordinary, and some not so ordinary characters that move the stories along in
one way or another.
As she keeps achieving her dreams of becoming a published author, she divides her time in between
four children and a very understanding husband.