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Moon Chosen #1 (BBW Werewolf / Shifter Romance) © 2015 Mac Flynn

Book 1 of the MOON CHOSEN Series

Genre: Contemporary Romance / Paranormal Romance / Romantic Comedy / Fantasy Romance

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CHAPTER one

I awoke to a identify that was dark, filthy, and crowded.

My confused, fuzzy listen tried to comprehend what was the matter. This wasn't my modest, dank apartment in my rough neighborhood, nor was information technology the large department store in which I worked. No, this was somewhere else, somewhere horrible and frightening.

I tried to sit down up, but I grew lightheaded and swayed. My shoulder knocked into the leg of another person.

"Watch it!" a woman'due south voice hissed.

"She didn't mean to," another phonation spoke up. Again, it was a woman who spoke.

I forced my eyes open up and beheld a dark, cramped holding machine much similar a boxcar, but one-half the size. In that location were slats near the summit to allow for ventilation and some light from the dark nighttime sky beyond the footling prison. Benches saturday two feet off the dirty floor and were on three sides of the rectangular space. The fourth side, one of the ones that comprised the short end of the machine, appeared to be made of ii metal doors that swung outward. I lay on the dirty basis at the far end opposite the doors and in front end of one of the benches.

On the benches and the flooring sat a dozen women counting myself. In the dim light I glimpsed their wide, frightened optics. Their ages ranged from the mid teens to early thirties, and their clothes were as different as their ages. Some wore jeans and shirts, others were clothed in dress pants and blouses. Some wore glasses, and others didn't. A few were cute, some were plainly similar me, but none were what I'd called unattractive.

I tried to shift my legs, but in that location came a metallic scraping sound and something arrested my movements. I glanced down at my ankles and saw I was shackled. My wrists were as well attached to i another, but at to the lowest degree they were locked in front of me. I footing my teeth together and shook the wooziness out of my head.

"Where. . .where am I?" I asked the women.

"Hell," a nearby woman quipped. I recognized her voice as the one I'd angered. She had long, night brown hair and narrow, dark eyes.

"You're non making things better for whatever of the states proverb that, Carey," a woman about her scolded her. That was the 2nd adult female I'd heard earlier.

"Why should I care about everyone else? I don't know any of you. All nosotros've done is requite our beginning names," Carey snapped.

I tried to stand, but the holding car suddenly jumped every bit though it hit a bump. I tipped over and fell into the artillery of the friendly woman. "Easy in that location. The stuff they gave you is simply wearing off," she told me.

"'Stuff?'" I repeated.

The adult female smiled. "You're really out of it, aren't you? Do you recollect your start name?"

"What does information technology affair? They're probably taking us somewhere where they can kill united states of america all," Carey argued.

The adult female who held me glared at Carey. "It matters to put names with faces but in case we need to help each other." She returned her attention to me and squeezed me between herself and a young girl of sixteen. "I'grand Briana, but y'all can call me Bree. What's yours?"

I clutched my aching caput in my hand and scrunched my eyes shut. "Sophia, simply where are we?" I persisted.

Bree shrugged. "In this boxcar driving somewhere. It's been like that for a few hours. Ever since the get-go of us woke up."

I swept my eyes over the long, haggard faces of the others. "How'd nosotros go here?"

"Probably the same way y'all did. What do you last remember?" Bree asked me.

I furrowed my brow and grimaced. "I. . .I remember having a drink after work, and this guy comes upward and offers to buy me 1. He-" My optics widened when I recalled what happened side by side. "He put something in my potable! He drugged me and pulled me outside, and so. . .and then-"

Bree nodded. "So you lot woke up here. That's pretty much the same story everybody else told. Well, most everybody." She leaned back and looked at the young woman beside me. My right-side companion was pocket-sized and thin with short hair and a shy face. I realized the girl'south shoulders shook, and the soft sound of crying reached my ears. She was bent forrard and her face up was in her manacled hands.

I tried to wrap my arm around her shoulders, just my shackles constrained me. I had to settle with setting a hand on her arm. "Y'all okay?" I whispered.

"Don't listen her. She's been balling since she woke up," Carey spoke upward.

Bree whipped her head to Carey and glared at her. "You'd be crying your optics out, too, if you were stolen off the street going home later school," she snapped.

I leaned forward and squeezed her arm. "What'south your proper noun?" I asked her.

She raised her head and revealed tear-streaked cheeks and a cute, just young, face up. "Fifty-Lillian," she replied.

I smiled. "That's a pretty proper noun. I'm Sophia."

Lillian wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks and straightened a little. "That'south a dainty name, too," she told me.

"I could just barf," Carey spoke up.

"Don't. Those slats upwardly in that location aren't that great at getting air downward here," Bree pointed out.

I stood and leaned my back confronting the metal wall to steady myself against bumps. I inspected the slats. They stood eight feet off the ground, and a thin screen covered their half-dozen-inch openings. My drastic mind conjured upwards a desperate plan.

"I think some of usa can fit through there if the others requite them a boost," I suggested.

Carey looked me over and snorted. "You'd better non exist considering y'all for the top."

I hated to admit it, but she was right. I wasn't slim. My hips were wide, my belly flabby, and my breasts were too big for this escape. I was plump, and plump wouldn't become me out of this terrifying ordeal. The remainder of me, my long dark-chocolate-brown hair and frumpy wearing apparel, suited me, but all the same wouldn't assistance.

"I'thousand not, simply Lillian and a few of the others might exist able to fit through," I insisted.

My bold thought caught the attention of the other car occupants. They raised their heads and looked at one another, sizing each other up for possible escape.

"Right. And what will they do when they squeeze out? Get squished by truck wheels?" Carey retorted.

"They can observe help," Bree spoke up. She rose to her feet shoulder to shoulder with me and smiled at me. "Information technology'southward non a bad programme, and information technology'due south a hell of a lot better than staying here to see what's at the stop of this ugly rainbow."

Unfortunately, we didn't become a chance to endeavor out my crazy scheme. Our momentum slowed as someone applied the brakes to the truck. The car rocked to and fro, and Bree and I fell dorsum into our seats. The truck parked and the engine was shut off. We inside the car held our breath, just voices came from in forepart and on the sides of our piddling prison. Male voices.

"How many you manage to dig up this time?" a gruff vox asked someone.

"A full dozen, just as yous ordered," some other, meeker vox replied.

"And they better not be ugly or I'll make you uglier," the first voice warned the other man.

"Of course not, sir. They're all very pretty, healthy young ladies." The voices moved to the rear of the car.

Some other even crazier idea came to my mind. I glanced at Bree and saw her eyes followed the voices like mine. I jerked my head towards the rear of the truck. My girth couldn't help me for my kickoff program, only information technology was an nugget for my 2d. "Y'all thinking what I'm thinking?" I whispered.

"I'll get the correct door, you lot get the left," she replied.

We shuffled towards the leave only equally nosotros heard a metal bar remov

ed from the doors. "I'll exist the gauge of what's pretty and what'due south-" The man didn't get to finish his sentence before the doors swung open.

Bree and I flung ourselves into the unknown. That turned out to be the 2 talkers at the caput of a half dozen other, hairy men.

"Yeehaw!" Bree yelled as nosotros dove into their midst.

Our surprise set on did the flim-flam. We crashed into the men, and they dropped like bowling pins before a bowling ball. Bree and I bit, clawed, and kicked at our captors. They couldn't go a grasp on our flopping legs and swinging arms.

The other women rushed out after us, merely rather than assist they sprinted off in all directions. Their shackled legs didn't go them far considering the expiration date on Bree and my tentative lark expired. The men managed to snatch the chains that connected our manacled wrists and pull u.s.a. off our boot feet. They lifted us off the basis and gave time for their brethren to stand.

One of the men, a large, burly-looking fellow with close-prepare eyes and greasy blackness hair, pointed at our fleeing companions. "Become them back here and on the gunkhole!" he ordered them.

For the first time I got a view of where we were, and was confused. Our little group and holding truck sat at the edge of a forest filled with tall, ancient pine trees. Thick brush obscured the trunks and disallowed travel between the trees. The tops of the trees stretched into the nighttime sky and obscured much of the clear, starlit ceiling. Cipher moved in the shadows, and the only noises were of the women screaming every bit they were recaptured. Our female companions were dragged or carried to the forepart of the truck.

The burly man marched up to Bree and me, and glared at usa with his narrowed eyes. "Impaired bitches. Thought you could just go away like that, huh?" He snapped his finger in front end of Bree's face, and she cringed away from him.

"Go out her solitary," I ordered him.

The man turned his ugly optics on me, and a sly, carnal grinning slipped onto his wet lips. He grabbed my mentum between his fingers and chuckled. The sound sent chills down my spine, and his breath made me gag. "Y'all've got some spirit hither, huh? Well, your mate volition break you of that." He stepped back and jerked his head over his shoulder to the front of the truck. "Take them with the rest of them."

A muddy dirt route backside the truck showed where we had traveled, and a large boat in front showed how much further we had to become. The boat sat at the end of a long wooden dock whose planks were half-rotten with age and neglect. The dock stretched out into the waters of a large lake. It was impossible to tell how big was the torso of water because of the fog that covered most of its opposite shores. Its shores were filled with large rocks, and trees crowded in backside the rocks. The branches of submerged copse stuck out of the water every bit though pleading for help from a wet demise. In the distance, silhouetted past the calorie-free of a stake moon, I could run across the shadow of a large island.

The boat was the size of a small yacht and of the general shape, just with all the extravagance torn away. The abdomen of the creature was a mess of peeling paint and lake life. The windows, what few I could encounter, were grimy and croaky. At that place was a crooked railing on the deck, and ropes hung off the sides in haphazard fashion. There were no life boats, and the whole thing smelled of seaweed and diesel.

In that location were two planks onto the gunkhole. The higher one led onto the deck, and another pointed down to a tall hatch where lay the cargo concord. We were shoved and carried across the lower plank into the bowels of the decrepit vessel. It was a dark, chilly hold smaller than the boxcar and without windows or artificial light. I don't know how our captors could encounter in such darkness, but they had no trouble lining us upward along the wall. They slammed our rears and backs against the walls, and left us. The opening closed and the calorie-free completely vanished.

"Any more bright ideas?" Carey quipped.

"Yeah. Don't requite upwardly promise," I retorted.

I heard someone shout above deck, and the boat rocked and moved forwards as we connected on our terrifying journeying to the unknown.

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