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The Chosen One Ch. 02

By: LadyKiki



I wake up slowly, dreamily, not fully awake but smiling already. Through my sleepy haze I wonder if it was just a dream....was I really selected from all the harem to be taken to the sultan? Did he really ravish me, making me forever his possession? Did he really give me pleasure over and over beyond my wildest fantasies? And finally did he really kiss me and tell me I was his special favorite, that I would spend every night with him?

I yawn and stretch and am immediately jolted awake by the sweet soreness in the lower half of my body...tangible proof that it was not a dream. I roll over and see my sultan watching me with amusement and desire in his eyes. He pulls me close and kisses me hard, he is already aroused. He rolls onto his back and tells me to ride him, that he wants to watch me pleasure him. I am delighted to oblige....

I straddle him, eager to take him inside my wetness. I am still sore from last night and I am moving slowly, feeling myself stretch to accommodate his thickness. My sultan groans, then puts his hands around my waist and pulls me down suddenly, his whole shaft disappearing. There is pain but only for a second, then I start to slowly circle my hips, tightening and releasing my inner muscles around him at the same time. This brings a broad smile of pleasure to my sultan's face. I pause, then do the secret undulation....hips tucked, lifted, released, moved back....over and over and over again. This intense stimulation takes us both to the brink and we share a glorious climax. I collapse on my sultan's chest, still joined to him, listening to his pounding heart as he strokes my hair. He kisses my forehead, his hands moving to my hips and withdraws from me. I can feel that he is still aroused, I immediately move so that I am on my hands and knees, ready for him.

He is very pleased that I have remembered my lesson from the night before. He is behind me now, caressing my hips and thighs and teasing my backside with his fingers. He leans in over me and murmurs into my ear how pleased he is with me and how worthy I am to be his special favorite....telling me that he will be gentle but that he will take me like this every time, he must possess me completely. There is nothing I want more than to belong to him.

He gathers my hair in his hand and gives it a gentle pull, raising my head. Kissing my cheek, be slowly starts to push inside. I relax and accept him, feeling his length enter me. He reaches down and strokes my jewel as he slowly thrusts, praising my eagerness to please him. Almost immediately I burst with pleasure. He does not last long in such a tight grip and I soon feel the heat of his gift again inside me. Together we collapse, spent, to the bed....

All too soon it is time to leave my sultan's chambers. The servants are summoned to escort me back to the harem where I will rest and be prepared to return. My sultan gives me one last deep kiss and says until tonight my special one.....

I don't remember the walk back to the harem. My body is not yet recovered from being immersed in pleasure and all I can see is the face of my beloved. Word has traveled fast and once safely back inside the harem walls I am surrounded by the other girls, eager for every detail. The attendants attempt to shoo them away, seeing that I am spent and need to rest and be cared for. The girls insist that they will care for me and prepare me themselves, so filled with longing for even secondhand contact with the sultan.

They feed me and two of them vie to brush my hair. It feels so decadent to recline on a silk-covered divan and be attended to this way. The others insist that I should be massaged so that my nap will be more restful before entertaining the sultan this evening. I close my eyes and there are many hands touching me, stroking my back and rubbing my feet. The favor of the sultan and all this attention too....I am relishing my special favorite status.

I know the girls are dying to ask me questions. Any information about the sultan, no matter how small, is prized in the harem. There are so many women that most will languish for months in between encounters, assuming they are selected at all. No girl is assured to have his attention. Those with first-hand information jealously guard their experience but as my place is now secure I am feeling inclined to be generous.

I answer all of their questions in detail. Just hearing of my experience sets off a frenzy of group arousal. They are very grateful that I have shared with them. I continue to be stroked, my limbs relaxed and glowing from the attention and the warm scented oil. I begin to feel kisses of gratitude on my shoulders, down my back, and on my legs and feet.

One of the girls asks me to roll onto my back so they can continue to massage me and have the privilege of changing my body jewelry. I turn and close my eyes again. I feel hands all over my body. My breasts are oiled and caressed and my nipples teased as the jeweled nipple rings are removed. I feel hands gently parting my knees...a world removed from the sultan's touch the night before. My inner thighs are stroked, then gentle fingers remove the jewels dangling from my pierced hood. I hear a gasp and open my eyes. They are stunned at the vision of the sultan's gift still clinging to me, the contrast of the creamy whiteness next to my rosy flushed skin. Without a word, the boldest of the girls leans in to taste him on my skin. I sigh with pleasure as her delicate tongue cleans me. She kisses the insides of my thighs and thanks me. I fall into a delicious deep sleep....

When I awake from my nap I am led to the bathing pool where many hands assist in washing and drying my body. My hair is scented with jasmine and two girls run to the garden to select the flowers I will wear in my hair tonight. There is a small commotion at the harem door as a servant delivers a gift to me from the sultan. I open it to find many connected delicate chains of diamonds and precious gems. The girls rush to assist me in putting them on. When they are finished they bring a mirror so I can see my full reflection. The diamonds sparkle at my neck and two strands loop under each breast and connect to nipple rings adorned with rubies. More strands snake down my middle, connected to a clitoral clip with its own precious gems. This, along with the flowers in my hair are my only clothing by the sultan's command. I am resplendent.

Finally the servants arrive to take me back to the sultan's chamber. My heart is racing and I am already wet with anticipation. I look up at the night sky and thank the heavens for my good fortune. The stars twinkle back as if to say there is still more magic yet to come...

The Chosen One Ch. 02



Dawn and Ken, great as always. Thanks everyone for making chapter 1 my best start ever. To a very special helper, there are no words for how much you're teaching me; thank you Julie. Please enjoy chapter 2 and I'll get more out as soon as I can. 




As a precaution, Adam followed Kevin and Laura home. After pulling into the parking lot of the condominium, Kevin hopped out and scanned the area. After he motioned to his fiance it was safe to exit, she opened the door and joined him in searching the area. Kevin snapped his head to the side as he heard a car door open and watched Kristine step out.

"Adam said he needs to talk with you. I'll stay with Laura while you're gone so we can go over baby names and wedding plans," she said as she walked over next to Laura.

Kevin looked at Laura as she nodded her head for him to go. "I'll try not to be gone long, sweetheart. Make sure you lock the door and put the chain on."

Kevin strode to Adam's car and climbed in, but the two SEALs stayed put until the two women were safely inside. "Okay, what gives, Boss? We could have gone inside and had this discussion."

"If my suspicions are right, we're going to need the ladies out of the way, Kev," Adam said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

When he reached the stop sign, he checked for oncoming traffic and then noticed the white BMW parked just down the street. "Yep, right where I left you."

As he pulled out, he checked his rear view mirror and watched as it too pulled out and followed them at a safe distance. To reaffirm his hunch, Adam took a right turn towards a bad section of town. When he saw the classy car follow, he laughed aloud.

"Are you gonna let me in on this; or am I here as moral support for your shitty driving?" Kevin asked.

"Check your side mirror, little buddy, we got a white BMW doing loose trail on us. Been there since leaving the beach. I didn't tell Kristine because I hate it when she starts freaking out."

Kevin looked in the mirror and saw the car but couldn't make out the two people inside. "You think that might be the blonde girl who tried to have us beat up?"

"Can't say for sure, but I have an idea on where to take them for some fun."

Kevin checked the mirror one more time and then looked at his team leader. "Are we ever going to get a break from work?"

Adam laughed. "The only easy day was yesterday."

Jackie's Runway, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

Adam and Kevin stepped out of the car and headed for the entrance to the strip club. They both knew that the place wouldn't have many customers this time of day and if a woman was tailing them, she'd have second thoughts about entering.

Kevin reached the door first and held it open for his friend. As Adam passed him, he spotted the white BMW pulling into the large parking lot. He didn't want whoever was following them to know their cover was blown, so he patted Adam on the back with a big smile and followed him in.

Since it was early, there was no cover charge and both men headed for a corner booth in the back, near the runway. Adam noticed a petite brunette lying on the stage shifting her lean legs from side to side, displaying her white thong covered sex to an older gentleman who was tossing ones on the stage in front of her.

As they sat down, an attractive dark haired woman strolled up with a serving tray in hand and took their orders. She studied the two muscular men for a brief moment before moaning to herself and then walked away.

The two men studied the room with a trained eye as they waited for their drinks. The low lighting added an ambiance for the patrons and a natural setting for the two men who were used to doing their jobs in the secrecy of darkness. It was easy to study every other man in the room with such few customers, and even easier to study the three women working on this sunny Saturday afternoon.

The waitress arrived with their drinks and Kevin couldn't help but look at her large breasts only partially encased in her tiny bikini top. The Daisy Duke shorts and slim hips started to give him ideas for when he got home to his lover. "Nice outfit. I can see why they hired you."

"Thanks, handsome. My name is Marsha and if there is anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask." Then she leaned closer to Kevin and licked her lips. "Really, just ask."

The pair of SEALs watched as she walked away, swaying her tight cheeks to the beat of the music. Adam shook his head clear and looked at his friend. "I'm too tired to think about shit like that."

"Fine, let's talk about something else, like what the hell are we gonna do now? We could always just invite whoever is out there inside for a beer and discuss this like grownups. After that, we can beat the shit out of them and head for the barn."

Adam smiled and took a drink of his beer. "We'll save that for plan B. Right now, let's see if they want to make the first move and check out what we're doing inside. We might as well sit back and enjoy the eye candy."

Kevin and Adam acted normal as they watched the dancers do their routines and then exit the stage for breaks. Every so often one of the dancers would walk around offering lap dances, but they each declined. They were just about to order another round when Kevin turned his head toward the door as a well-built man walked in.

Eduardo took his sunglasses off while shaking his wavy black hair. Both the bartender and Marsha sighed as he approached the bar. The caramel toned man ordered a rum and coke as he leaned against the polished wood and smiled at the busty server.

The newcomer sniffed the air and found the young woman's scent enticing, but he had little time to flirt with the woman he had aroused. After he received his drink, he headed to a small table just opposite the man he wished to study further. When his eyes caught Kevin's, he saw a look of recognition in them.

Eduardo knew he had to make it look like he was just passing through, so he looked around the bar, then headed straight for the two SEALs. As he stood with a casual stance in front of the two, he extended his hand towards Kevin. "My apologies if I have made you nervous."

Kevin's eyes remained locked on the man in front of him. "It's an open bar and everyone is allowed in. Have a nice day."

Eduardo pulled back his ignored handshake and returned to his small table. After getting comfortable in his seat, he sat back and enjoyed the dancer on the stage. Taking a deep breath, he could sense his target's apprehension to him being so close.

Throughout the whole encounter, Adam sipped his beer and maintained a casual appearance. He knew this man was the one following them. "Well, what do think, little buddy? Are we going to have to call a squad here to clean up the mess, or was that little display for show?"

Kevin took a drink and set down his beer. "Can you even fathom how fucking tired I am of other people like me? Either these assholes are drawn to me like flies or I have the worst damn luck in the world."

"Christ, not again!"

"Afraid so, Boss. We just can't catch a break can we?"

Adam got a quizzical look on his face and then stared hard at Kevin. "I have a question. How do you know that he's..."

"He can hear us," Kevin muttered.

"Okay, new tactic. Do you think there'll be much traffic on the way home?"

Kevin kept his eyes locked on the other werewolf. "Hard to say; this time of day there could be a million cars or just one that shouldn't be there."

"I think we should find a better place to play. Maybe there are more girls at the next stop."

Kevin saw the man's head move just a bit. "I know one stop you've never been to, right down the street. You drive, I'll buy." Then in a louder tone, so the other man couldn't help but pick it up. "With any luck, some people will get the hint to leave us alone."

**********

Candrea Lacson sat in the now hot BMW waiting for any sign of her colleague, as she watched the two targets walk to their car. The two men never even looked her way as they climbed in and pulled out of the parking lot. "Now where are they going?"

Just a few brief moments after they left, she saw her partner, Eduardo, exiting the strip club and looking around the area. He leisurely strolled towards the white sedan and climbed behind the wheel.

"You better have some damn good intelligence on him after making me wait in this fucking hot car," she said.

"Two things my Australian friend; you chose not to go inside a strip club, and I think his friend knows about him; or a least what he is."

"That's impossible, you moron. We only tell humans who are our true loves, and unless he's – you know – batting for the other side, I can't see how that's possible."

Eduardo chuckled as he listened to her. "I can't be sure; it's how they talked to each other. I just have this feeling that he knows; rules or no rules. I think we better call it off for a while until we talk with Franklin."

One week later, the home of Adam and Kristine Dawson.

At the knock on the door, Adam rose from the recliner and opened the door just enough for the chain to catch. When he saw Kevin holding a case of beer and Laura a bottle of wine, he closed it and unlatched the chain.

The two lovers walked in and headed straight for the kitchen to put away their beverages, although Laura would only be having water for a while. After getting what they needed for the moment, the two of them walked hand in hand into the living room.

"Any problems getting here?" Adam asked.

Kevin took a sip of his beer as he snuggled close to Laura. "Not that I could spot. Anything on your end?"

"Nope, I haven't seen shit for a week. I think our imagination has gotten the best of us. I mean we've been chasing bad guys and shit for what seems like forever. The best thing that could happen to us is getting some time off so we can remember what it's like to be normal."

Kevin leaned forward and smiled at Adam. "You mean normal like, 'Don't touch me; no I want to be touched; I'm going to look ugly; is it too hot in here?' Yeah Boss, I'll take bad guys any day of the week over pregnancy."

Kristine entered the room and walked over to Kevin. She slapped him in the back of his head, and even with her small frame, towered over the SEAL. "You watch your mouth, Mister! If I ever hear you make a comment about my Godchild again I'll slap you senseless!"

Kevin leaned back as he rubbed his head in mock discomfort. "Down girl, down. I was just trying to inform my team leader here about what to expect when there's a little Adam on the way."

Laura squirmed in her seat as she watched the playful confrontation between them. "I don't mean to be such a bother. It's just my whole world seems confused. I have feelings, and then I don't. It's like I'm two people all at once."

Kevin pulled her close. "Oh sweetheart, I was just teasing. I love all your mood swings."

"It's natural to go through this Laura," Adam added as he sipped his drink.

Kristine shot him a glaring look. "And how many times have you been pregnant, Mr. Dawson?"

Adam knew he was fighting a losing battle as he stood up and smiled at his wife. "I'll just go check the grill now and see if it's ready."

Adam kissed his wife's cheek as he made his exit to the back patio. Kevin pulled his soon-to-be-wife closer to let her know he was just making fun and meant no harm. "I think I'll go see if the old man knows how to work a grill."

The air was as still as a sleeping baby when Kevin stepped outside. As he studied the back yard from the deck, he felt a twinge of jealousy of his friend. He had acquired a nice house, a loving and oftentimes playful wife, and he was soon to be the leader of a very special SEAL team.

Kevin slapped him on the back as he checked the grill. "I have to hand it to you, Adam. I always feel envious when I come over for a visit. You have made yourself one a hell of a life."

"If you think it's that great, you could always pick up the mortgage payments."

"Ha! I'd have about enough left over to buy a cup of coffee; you can keep it – Sir."

Adam returned the grill scrubber to its holding slot and picked up his beer. He motioned his point man to have a seat in one of the wooden deck chairs that adorned the well-kept deck. As he relaxed and allowed the grill to heat up, he reached behind his chair and pulled out a brown cardboard box which was lying against the wall.

He handed it to Kevin, who stared back in confusion as to why he had the box. "It's not my birthday so what's this for?"

Adam continued to stare out into the soft glow of the evening sun. "Oh just something I want you to keep around."

Kevin fumbled with the tape that sealed the top flaps of the box. As he spread them open, he saw the butt end of a pistol peeking out from the Styrofoam packing peanuts. Reaching in with care, he pulled the weapon free and directed a blank look at Adam. The last time he was issued one of the special Desert Eagles, he used it to take down another lycanthrope. "Tell me this isn't one from..."

Adam smiled back at him. "After that little meet and greet at the club, I asked Neil Hawkins if we could keep a few of the Eagles with us. He sent down a pair of them; and before you ask, yes, they have the 'wolf killers' in them," he said as he made quotation marks with his fingers.

Kevin checked the chamber of the .50 caliber weapon and found it empty. After ensuring the safety was on, he tucked it behind his back and fixed his shirt. "I'll keep it around but like I said before, since we weren't followed after that encounter at the beach, it might have just been a chance encounter."

"You're a Navy SEAL for crying out loud. I thought you learned, prepared is always better than dead."

The two men laughed at each other as the sliding glass door behind them opened and Kristine and Laura stepped out into the evening warmth. Kristine handed a cold beer to Kevin and laid the plate of steaks on Adam's lap. She then walked over to the grill and placed Adam's beer on the side table of the large silver grill.

Adam looked at his wife with astonishment. "Why did you put my beer way over there, but you gave Kevin his sweetie?"

Kristine placed her hand on her hip and raised her eyebrows. "Your job is to cook. You want a beer, get your lazy bones over here and get it."

Adam cast his friend a pleading look. "Kev, you're not going to let her talk to me like that are you?"

Kevin tossed his hands up. "Don't look at me, Boss; I'm on vacation."

Adam grumbled to himself and then reached into his back pocket. He pulled a yellow legal size paper out and tossed it to the trusted SEAL, then went to the now hot grill and threw the large pieces of meat on the black metal grate. He grabbed his beer and with his other hand, reached down for the silver tongs.

Kevin, meanwhile unfolded the paper and saw eleven names separated into two groups. Some of the names he knew from Alpha fire team, but some of his teammates' names were missing, including his own.

As he scanned the other list, some names he knew from Bravo but others were unknown to him. There was a large A and B over the respective groups and he soon realized he was looking at the preliminary list of SEAL team six members.

Kevin felt a small twinge of disappointment as he folded the paper up and placed it in his lap. "Nice to see you think that much about my talent, Adam."

Adam flipped the meat as Kristine and Laura paused in their conversation and looked at the two men. "I didn't want to place your name on there until I had a chance to talk to you and Laura alone."

Kevin shifted in his seat and glared hard at his best friend. "This is about the SEALs and it's doesn't involve Laura."

Adam spun around and returned the scowl. "The fuck it doesn't, Kevin! From here on out and for the rest of your life, everything you do; every decision you make till your dying day; has everything to do with her."

Laura leaned forward in her seat and studied the two men staring at each other. "I don't mean to interrupt your little session of hormone dumping, but this whole conversation is about what happens to Kevin, so it's only fair that he decides. You put me in the middle of it and I'll remove your nuts and give them to Kristine for grilling over an open fire."

All three heads swiveled toward the hormonal female as her face turned to one of bewilderment. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I don't know where that came from."

Kevin almost dropped his beer as he saw Laura lean back in her chair, her face turning a bright crimson color. "Why do I get the feeling our child will have an attitude?"

Adam turned to his trusted point man. "Since my nuts are on the line here, do you want to be my point man on a SEAL team that does nothing but suicide missions; the kind of missions that nobody can handle but a few select people with special talents? There aren't going to be any medals or awards. If you say yes, just remember, your – wife – will not be able to tell your – child – what daddy's job is in the Navy."

Kevin remained silent for a few moments and then took a deep breath. "With those kinds of missions, you wouldn't last two minutes without me. I also didn't see Bob Holiday or Carl Werner on there, and they're some of the best in the business."

Adam flipped the steaks and poured some of his beer on the now almost ready meat. "I left them off because someone has to build up a new Alpha team. I didn't want to deplete SEAL Team Two to a point where they would have to build a brand new team from scratch. I've already talked to them and they agree with me."

Kevin nodded his head in agreement, and leaned back in his chair. He knew the veteran SEAL was right on target as always and began to ponder the complications he and his friend would soon face at integrating a group of SEALs that had never worked together.

His eyes turned to look at Laura, as she and Kristine chatted about the pregnancy. He began to wonder if she would be mentally able to take the stress that was sure to come: the lack of information on his actions, the lonely nights with no phone calls, the constant worry of whether or not he would come home.

Out of the corner of her eye, Laura saw the love of her life gazing at her with a puzzled expression. She turned her head a bit as she listened to Kristine going on about baby names. She knew he was troubled with the decision he had just made, so with a soft smile, she nodded her head.

As Kevin smiled at her, he found a bit of relief in her comforting smile. He took a sip of his beer and knew they would have a long chat about life, love, and the future that lay in front of them.

**********

The shades were drawn in the hotel room, although small streams of light leaked in beneath the dark brown cloth. The room was chilled and the small ceiling fan circulated the cool air, which made it comfortable for the beast that lay on the soft carpet.

It stretched its limbs flexed the dagger-like claws with care. The female wolf had no intentions of leaving any signs that one of the most dangerous predators in the world had ever been there. As she rolled over onto her back, she allowed her head to loll to the side, her long snout rubbing luxuriously against the royal blue carpet.

Candrea was considered one of the rarest types of werewolves due to her brilliant white fur. Her mind flashed back to one of the previous meetings when one of her fellow council members suggested they mate because of his deep black coat. Even now, in her true form, she could feel her repulsion at his offer.

She sniffed the air as her long pointed ears turned to capture the sound of approaching footsteps. She sprang to her paws and glared at the wooden door with her bright golden eyes. She realized who it was from his scent and began to stand on her hind legs. In the blink of an eye, she switched back into human form and strode to the door just as Eduardo knocked. She had an evil smile on her face as she released the chain and opened the door.




The Chosen One Ch. 02



Eduardo's face turned from one of greeting to that of lust as he gazed upon the naked beauty before him. Knowing he may never again get another chance like this, he studied the supple breasts and lithe lines of Candrea's body. Her ivory skin and hairless pubic mound caused his large cock to grow and pulse with need.

When she placed her hand on her hip, she cocked her head and allowed her smooth blonde hair to lie across her left breast. "I was just thinking about you Eduardo."

The male model slowly slid his eyes up her body and smiled. "I told you before we should mate, but now is not the time."

"As I recall, I told you there would never be a time. I just wanted you to see what you will be missing out on for the rest of your life," Candrea replied as she moved to the bed to retrieve her clothes.

Eduardo leaned against the door jam and crossed his powerful arms. "That is what I love about Australian women; sassy and you play hard to get. You wouldn't mind if I stayed and waited for you to get dressed would you? I can escort you down to the lobby where the rest are waiting for you."

"You of all people should know that I am very capable of escorting myself. Tell the others I'll be down in a few minutes," she replied as she bent down and displayed the cleft between her legs. Candrea stepped into her red silk panties and pulled them up her slender legs.

Eduardo sighed with disappointment as he reached for the doorknob. "Very well my dear, but do try to hurry, you know how moody Franklin gets when he has to wait."

**********

Adam was stretched out in his recliner as he flipped through the TV channels. After finding a baseball game, he turned down the volume and tossed the remote on the table next to him.

He glanced over at his point man who was deep in thought. "We have a butt-load of vacation, little buddy. There's no need to rack your brain that hard."

Kevin glanced up. "Huh – oh, I was just going over some stuff in my head."

"Kev, really, if you have second thoughts..."

Kevin placed his beer down and leaned forward in his chair. "It's not that, Adam, I know I can do what they're going to make us do. I was just thinking about the last mission. We didn't get everyone."

Adam's eyes flashed back and forth, as he recalled images of the Pandora mission. "What the hell are you talking about, all the bad guys died in the end along with a few good ones."

"There's still one we didn't nab," Kevin replied as he sat back.

Adam began to chuckle as the face popped into his mind. "If you're referring to that bitch of a scientist..."

Just then Kristine and Laura walked in from the kitchen. "Can't you men ever think about anything else except work and sex?"

The group laughed as the two women sat next to their respective partners. Adam knew that he needed to change the subject before his wife got upset. "How's the work going on baby names?"

Kristine brightened up as she looked at her husband. "Well we were thinking maybe Beth if it's a girl and John for a boy. What do you think Kevin?"

"I think it's something that Laura and I should figure out. My personal opinion is if it's a boy, I get to pick. Then on the other hand, if it's a girl, Laura should decide. We still don't know if it's going to have..."

Kevin's eyes darted toward the door as his werewolf senses went into overdrive. His restless scanning of the room caused the others to begin their own search for danger. Kevin pulled the Desert Eagle out from underneath his shirt and placed it next to his hip.

Adam glanced at the door and then back at Kevin who was keeping his eyes locked on the front door. "Same guy from the club last week?"

"Him and a few others," Kevin replied.

Adam was startled as he heard the knock and sprang to his feet, as Kristine moved over and sat next to Laura. There was another knock and Adam held his hand out towards Kevin.

The part werewolf, part Navy SEAL, pulled back the slide of the .50 caliber hand gun and tossed it to his friend in one fluid motion. He glanced at his mate who was now looking at the door with a worried stare. Nothing he had ever done could have prepared him for the fear that he saw in her eyes.

Adam checked the safety and then moved to the door. "Yes, can I help you?"

"Pardon the interruption, Sir. I'd like to speak with Mr. Dvorska." The deep baritone voice on the other side of the door made Adam nervous.

"Sorry, buddy; I have no idea who you're talking about. Why don't you go down the street and look in the phone book, I'm sure you'll find him listed."

There was a small pause as Adam looked back at Kevin and the two women sitting close together with anxious faces. When his eyes locked with Kevin's, he saw a small nod and then placed his hand on the doorknob.

Then he heard the deep voice once more. "Mr. Dawson, really, I mean no harm to you or your wife. I know Mr. Dvorska is there, so if you don't mind opening the door so we can have this conversation inside, it would make things easier for all of us."

Adam shot Kevin a glance and saw his nervous nod. As he opened the door, he saw the largest black man he'd ever seen. The man smiled at him, but he couldn't help but notice the black felt patch covering one eye. Just above and below the patch, a large deep scar protruded, giving him a foreboding appearance.

Adam observed four other people standing behind the one-eyed man; one being the person who had followed them to the club last week. Adam knew if this guy was with this group and Kevin's senses had gone off, then, without a doubt, they were all creatures like Kevin; werewolves.

Adam opened the door and stepped away, the loaded Eagle hidden out of sight. "I have a feeling this isn't a social call."

The group followed the alpha male as he entered the living room. When Franklin's eyes met Kevin's there was caution in one and trained alertness in the others. The small Asian female was the last to enter, closing the door behind her. Meanwhile, Adam kept his distance as the group assembled in the living room.

Franklin steadily held his eyes on the younger wolf that would very soon learn of his fate. "Mr. Dvorska, it's a great pleasure to meet you."

Kevin shot a quick stare at Candrea and her blonde hair. He began to wonder if she was the same blonde that set up the attack in the parking lot the previous week. As the group of strangers stood looking at him, Kevin observed Adam studying the five newcomers standing in his living room.

The young werewolf knew he was out numbered and if this turned bad, at least one of the two females would be killed. He gave the Alpha male of the group a hard look as he leaned toward him. "If anything happens here; your fault, or mine, I'm going to kill you first. Is that any way unclear to you?" Kevin took a posture that would allow him to react fast if the larger male made an aggressive move.

Even though Franklin was not used to being addressed so rudely by another werewolf, he smiled at the arrogant remark. He took a step towards the sofa and offered his large hand towards Laura. He could sense the strong stench of fear that filled the room and noticed Kevin shift in his seat. "I hear congratulations are in order Mrs. Dvorska, or should I say soon to be."

Adam became nervous with the intruder being that close to the two women and pulled the hammer back on the weapon that contained the depleted uranium rounds. The sound of the mechanism caught the attention of everyone in the room, and the council members turned to face the SEAL leader. "You can step away from them now, buddy, or I'm going to put a round right through your head."

He moved the Desert Eagle out from behind his back, so the obvious leader of the group would understand that this was no bluff. "You have about one minute to say what you want, after that it's going to get ugly quick."

Atsuko Kaneko stepped away from the group and bowed in respect to the man who held the most powerful handgun in the world. "Mr. Dawson, we mean no harm to anyone here tonight. We would, however, like very much to talk with Mr. Dvorska."

Kevin did not relax his glare at the large man in front of him. "You're down to about thirty seconds. What is it you want?"

Franklin sighed and then moved away from the women and sat down. "I was hoping our first meeting would go a little more smoothly. It would also help if the others were in another room perhaps. This conversation is for people like us, if you understand what I'm saying."

"They already know what – us –are, so if you would just get on with it you might live longer," Kevin replied with a hint of anger in his voice.

Franklin looked over at the two human women who were glaring back at him; their eyes filled with a mix of hatred and fear. Then he looked over at Adam who was watching the others. He turned to look at Kevin, disappointment showing on his face. "I would have hoped that your father, Luka, would have stressed the importance of the rules."

Kevin's mind flashed back to when he was at the way station after the near death incident during the last mission. The archangel, Gabriel, had mentioned that the one rule of telling only your true love might have been a mistake when creating the first guardians. "Fuck your rules! I've been briefed by a higher authority."

Kristine stood up and approached the large leader of the group. "I'm under the impression that if you were here to hurt us, you would have changed by now and started it. If you're not the bad guys, just who the hell are you people?"

Franklin nodded at Adam. "My complements on finding such a forthright mate Mr. Dawson." Turning to Kristine. "You seem to have done well for yourself since your time at Predjama castle."

Kristine looked at him in disbelief. There was no way he could have known of her past as the curator of the ancient castle. She composed herself and sat down next to Laura. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I've never heard of this castle."

"Oh come now, Miss Duka; I'm sorry, Mrs. Dawson. The castle was a fabulous place to work and stay. I'm sure you miss the serenity of the area, given that you live in the big city now."

Adam tucked the Eagle in the front of his pants and moved to the center of the room. "You know an awful lot about us, but you still haven't said who you people are and what you want with Kevin."

Franklin fixed his gaze on Kevin as he relaxed his posture. "Did your father ever tell you about the council?"

"Sorry he must have missed that part," Kevin said as he sat back, but still keeping his guard up.

"Maybe my fellow member can shed some light on it. Atsuko if you would please dear."

The small framed Asian moved forward. Once again, she bowed to Kevin as she held a small folder in front of her. The woman moved over to stand between Kevin and the leader of the council. "We are the Council of Lycan. We make decisions on what happens in our world, but that is just a small part. If any dispute comes up between packs about territory or leadership, we are called to intervene."

Kevin nodded his head as he tried to keep from laughing. "Okay, got it. I guess you could consider this my pack, and since you can tell I'm not having trouble with them, have a great night and be careful going home."

Frustrated, Franklin shook his head. "We are accustomed to being treated with a little more respect," he mumbled.

Kevin picked up his beer and took a drink. After wetting his throat, he placed the now empty bottle on the table next to him. "I'm not really sure where you're from, Mister, but around here respect is earned, not given. You haven't even been polite enough to tell us your names, and you want my respect."

Franklin stood and stepped closer to Kevin with a speed that defied his enormous size. This caused Adam to pull out his weapon again and prepare to fire if needed. The other members of the council stood still as they waited for Franklin's next move.

Franklin had a serious look on his face as he stared down at the unflinching Kevin Dvorska. "Because you are who you are, I'm pleased to see you have a great deal of courage. That trait will serve you well as you move forward in life. My name is Franklin Dubois, I am the head of the council. I'll let the others introduce themselves with your permission."

Kevin waved his hand as a sign to continue. A white male wearing a cowboy hat moved from the back of the group. He took his hat off and extended his hand towards Kevin. "I'm Jim Gordon, nice to meet you partner."

Kevin didn't take the hand in front of him as he looked at the John Wayne wanna-be. "If you left your horse outside, the police are going to have a problem with you."

Jim pulled his hand back. "Hey I like this one Frank. He's got a quick wit."

The muscular male model was the next to step forward. After seeing the young werewolf's reaction to the others when offering a hand in peace, he kept his hands to his sides as he nodded his head. "Eduardo Matos at your service." He moved toward the two human women. "And may I add what excellent taste in women you both have. You two are very striking."

Franklin spoke up with a stern voice. "Eduardo, if you cannot control yourself, you can wait in the car."

He moved away quickly as the small Asian bowed in respect. "My name is Atsuko Kaneko. It is an honor to meet you, Sir."

Kevin didn't want to make the group nervous so he took his time getting up. He returned the bow to Atsuko and then stared hard at the blonde woman still standing in the back. She didn't react as fast as the others had in offering their names, choosing instead to stand her ground and return Kevin's glare.

He found it odd that a group of werewolves would come looking for him, and just happen to have a blonde female with them. If this was the same female that had set them up, he was going to show her why it was not a good idea to piss off a SEAL.

Kevin crossed his arms against his powerful chest. "Last but least."

She kept her glare and paused before answering. "Candrea Lacson."

"Nice accent Candrea, where you from?"

"Australia."

Kevin paused for a moment, prepared to act depending on how she answered. "You came all the way from Australia to have three punks pick a fight with me, why?"

Her eyes darted toward Franklin, then back to Kevin. "Yes, Eduardo and I were at the beach that day. We were told to monitor you and get a sense of your ability, but I assure you, we weren't the ones that provoked that incident. My general assumption is that it was..."

"Candrea." Franklin's deep commanding voice stopped her before she could voice her theory.

The tension was rising in the room again, so Jim decided to see if he could take the tone down a few notches. "I got a dandy of an idea. How about a few beers? I'm so parched; I'd dig for water under the outhouse."

Kevin turned to look at Franklin as he shook his head in annoyance. "Is he always like this?"

"I'm afraid so, but he does have a point. A few drinks would help everyone relax a bit so we can get to the business at hand," Franklin replied as he eyed Adam.

Adam paused and studied the five people. They had every opportunity to attack, but had remained calm at each sign of aggression. "Very well, but you better get to the point of all this or you'll be overstaying your welcome," he told Franklin as he went to the kitchen.

Only the male members of the council took a beer. He felt odd as he offered one to Atsuko, but she declined as she bowed towards Adam. After giving one to Kevin, he moved back to his previous spot and kept watch on the group.

Franklin took a long drink and then motioned for his Asian council member to carry on with her duties. She bowed once again to Kevin and pulled out a photograph and handed it to him. Kevin studied the strange looking scroll with two wolf heads on either side. He spun the picture sideways trying to figure out what the symbols were when one in particular caught his attention.

"Do you know what you're looking at Mr. Dvorska?" Atsuko asked in a soft voice.

"Not really. Looks like a really old scroll with some type of hieroglyphics on it."

Franklin leaned forward as he watched the younger wolf study the picture. "It's called the Scroll of Alesandro. Given your upbringing, I don't think you're aware that he was..."

"Yeah, I know, the first of two werewolves that were created to protect the box that Pandora opened. They had a fight and Pandora gave him a medallion if he'd let the other guy live," Kevin said as he handed the photo to Kristine.

Franklin's eyebrows shot up in astonishment. "I am very impressed, Kevin. Your father did take the time to teach you a few things about our kind. You wouldn't, perhaps, be able to read what it says would you?"

Kevin's mind drifted off to the meeting with Gabriel, but decided to keep the details secret from the others. "My dad did share some information about how this all started, but no, I can't read it."

Kristine handed the photo to Laura, and then looked at Franklin. "What does some old scroll have to do with Kevin?"

"As I stated earlier Mrs. Dawson, this was to be a meeting with Kevin and the council. It will be a lot for a human to understand."

Kristine frowned at the remark. "I don't like the way you say human. I'm not a subspecies."

Franklin nodded his head as he leaned back. "My apologies, Mrs. Dawson, I meant no disrespect. I find myself in uncharted territory discussing our kind with – um – others who are not like us."

Kevin took a drink as he watched from his chair. "She may not be a werewolf, but she's one of the smartest women I know. I'm sure she can handle it. Does it say something about me? Hell, my great, great grandparents weren't even around when that thing was written."

Atsuko took the picture and moved to Kevin. After placing it in his lap, she pointed to the center of the design. "The scroll does not refer to you in name, just someone who will be born on a specific day. The symbols around the outside speak of a special wolf that will be born as the chosen one. It will be his destiny to battle the dark one in hand to hand combat."

Kevin looked at her as if she had just lost her mind. There must have been hundreds of baby wolves born; how could the ancients have known to which on the scroll referred? "I'm sure you think you know what that thing says, but you know how stupid that sounds? A bunch of planets align and you think there's a..."

Atsuko stepped back and stared at him. There was only one way to prove her point. "Kevin Peter Dvorska, the only son of Luka and Elizabeth Dvorska. Born on Monday March 23, 1970 at exactly 2:52 am., a direct decedent of Baldomr Purgstall and heir to Predjama castle. That date is relevant because the scroll states that the chosen one will be born during the precise moment of the full moon when Pluto, Saturn, and Canine Minor are in aliment. It lines up perfectly with Galveston Texas, your birthplace."

Kevin looked on in shock, but had to acknowledge the truth she told. "How did..."

"It is said that only the chosen one can command the Lycanthrope Medallion to its full potential. It states and I quote, 'he will come to command the great power within the ruby.' Since the caretaker of the castle is here, I can only assume you have the medallion. I have been studying the scroll since I was a small child. If I am wrong, it would be the first time."

There was an eerie silence as the words hung heavy in the air. Kristine and Laura looked at Kevin utter disbelief at the revelation about the medallion. Kristine's memory flashed back to Predjama castle and the time when a very old woman looked at the medallion while it was on display. "That old lady; she could read the symbols," she mumbled in shock.

Franklin leaned forward with a worried look on his face. "What did you just say?"




The Chosen One Ch. 02



Kristine looked back, her lips still parted in disbelief. "What? Oh, it's just that I remember a day when an old woman took one of the tours and wanted to see the medallion up close. She was very interested it and I thought it was just because of the ruby inside. She called it the heart of the wolf. She could read the symbols as if she knew what it was."

The council members had grim looks on their faces as Atsuko put the photos away. She turned to Franklin and watched as his thoughts raced around what to do with the unexpected turn of events.

Kevin's eyes shot around the room as he watched the council lost in thought. "I don't get it? So some old lady can read those symbols, so what?"

As Franklin took another drink, Kevin saw his hand tremble only for a moment as he regained control of his limbs. After setting his drink down, he looked down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with the others. "You are a very lucky woman, Mrs. Dawson. The council has tried to track that seemingly benevolent little old woman. I am the only one that has ever crossed her path and lived to tell about it; until you it seems."

Kevin laughed aloud when the thought of a fight between himself and some old woman with a walker crossed his mind. "You have got to be kidding me. I've taken down werewolves before, and you idiots think I'm gonna get my ass kicked by Grandma?"

Franklin had had enough of the disdain coming from Kevin concerning what was about to happen. He ripped off his eye patch and growled at the arrogant young wolf. "Yes, we do think you're gonna get your ass handed to you by someone who can do this!"

Adam tried to hold back the vile that was building within him. When he turned to look at his wife, both her and Laura had their heads turned away from the gruesome scene before them. He looked at his best friend and wondered if Kevin would suffer the same fate. He watched as Kevin swallowed hard but continued to stare at Franklin's ruined face.

Kevin could tell the entire eye was missing as the patched together eyelid sank deep into the socket. The jagged shape of the socket indicated that there was also missing pieces of skull that were in direct alignment with the long scar that crossed his large face. He couldn't imagine what kind of creature could do such damage to a wolf his size.

"I'm sorry Franklin, I should have chosen my words better," Kevin said as he nodded his head.

The mammoth werewolf replaced the patch over his eye and took a deep breath. "Ladies, I'm sorry to have had to do that, but I tried to warn you at the beginning of the conversation."

Kristine wanted to cry, knowing she was that close once to something that could do that. "She - she did that to you?" Her voice filled with incomprehension.

"Yes Mrs. Dawson she did. Our battle was interrupted by humans – forgive me – others, and she fled. That is the only reason I am still alive today."

Adam shook his head as he thought of an old woman being capable of doing that kind of damage. "I don't mean to piss you off again Franklin, but wouldn't an old woman have trouble keeping up with the speed of a werewolf?"

Franklin sighed as he tried to find a way to tell Kevin what he was up against with the three humans in the same room. "She has many faces Mr. Dawson. Some as a vibrant young female; other times she will seem a kindly old woman. I wish I could say more of what she is but you would have a hard time believing me."

He then looked at Atsuko. "Do you still have that photo of what we think she looks like now?"

Atsuko placed her small delicate hand inside the folder, retrieved another photograph, and handed it to Kevin. With a slight bow, she retreated a few steps away from him.

Kevin felt his pulse starting to quicken as he looked upon the woman in the picture. His werewolf side screamed for release as he tried to control his temper. As his hands quivered from the rush of blood, he stood and breathed heavy. He turned to look at his friend with pure hatred in his eyes.

He moved toward Adam and thrust the photo at him. When the SEAL Commander took it, Kevin went to the kitchen to get another beer. He took some deep breaths as he gripped the handle of the refrigerator with such strength; he had to remind himself to relax.

An instant later, Adam's loud voice could be heard throughout the house. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

Kevin pulled two beers out and returned to the room. Handing one to Adam, he pulled the picture from his hands and then tossed it to Kristine. As she fumbled with it, he returned to his seat and emptied half of the contents straight to his stomach.

Kristine took one look at the picture and then back to Franklin. "This can't be the same person we were just talking about. We know this woman and she's just a biochemist. There has to be some confusion on your research."

Kevin glared at Adam. "Damn it Adam, I knew we fucked up when we didn't go after Nadia Karpov and finish it. Now it's going to come around and fuck us in the ass!"

Franklin studied Kristine's face as she looked at the photo then back to her husband. "It seems I am now the one who is confused. How do you know this person?"

Adam held his response. He didn't know if he could trust these people with any information about their last mission. When he looked at Kevin, his expression was not of permission; his eyes were still fueled by anger. "I'm not really sure I can tell you that Franklin. In our line of work, we reveal very few secrets.

"Yes, I know about you and Kevin being Navy SEALs Mr. Dawson. We have tracked her before, but just when we pinpoint a location; she vanishes. I will share some information with you as a sign of good faith. We believe she is working with three other of our kind..."

Adam cut him off. "You can call them werewolves, Franklin."

The Alpha male's face turned to a sour expression. "Hmmm, if the term werewolf is what you understand, then yes, three werewolves. We are trying to locate them and bring them before us for judgment."

Kevin, Adam, and Kristine looked back and forth amongst themselves. In just seconds, the room filled with the sound of heavy laughter. Adam turned toward Kevin and saw the laughter flooding the anger away.

The council looked on with puzzlement on their faces as they watched the others laughing at a situation that had no humor in it. Jim Gordon was growing upset at the human's reaction. He was tasked with finding them, and these people thought it was funny at his lack of success. "I don't mean to interrupt your little joke over there partner, but I fail to see any humor in it."

Adam wiped a tear from his eye as he smiled at Franklin. "Okay, Franklin, my turn for some truth. Let me guess, you're looking for Bashir Haddad, Rashida Turk, and Mansur Abla."

Franklin was shocked that a human would know that. "How did you know..."

Kevin coughed a bit from laughing. "You can call off your search Franklin. They were the targets of our last mission. Let's just say we judged them for you..."

Adam chuckled. "Carried out a pretty harsh punishment too," he said and then broke out laughing again.

The council seemed stunned at the news of the three werewolves demise. Candrea studied the man she had been assigned to monitor and discovered there was no amount of observation that could have prepared her for the reaction they were displaying.

Kevin looked over at the blonde haired woman while still chuckling over the comment. He could see the displeasure in her eyes as she folded her lithe arms across her chest. Kevin stopped his laughter but his smile remained. "I take it you don't find it funny that we did your job for you."

Her glare remained. "No I don't see the humor in the killing of another lycanthrope. The council decides the fate of our kind, not humans."

Laura leaned forward in her seat and stared at the arrogant woman. "I agree with Kristine, you people say human one more time like that and I'm going to slice someone's throat open and pull out their fucking heart!"

The stunned group looked on in shock at the harsh threat as Laura sat back fast and grabbed her chest. "Oh my, forgive me. I don't know where that came from; it just sort of blurted out for some reason," she said as she began to quiver a bit.

Franklin held his hand up to get everyone's attention. He understood all too well what was happening to the young, and seemingly harmless woman. "Laura, isn't it. I think I know where that came from. We know you are with child, and unfortunately, this is one of the down sides to mating with our – sorry, Mr. Dawson – werewolves."

Laura looked at him in puzzlement. "Does that mean our baby will be born, you know, like Kevin?"

"Oh dear girl, put yourself at ease. There will be no telling what will happen until your child reaches puberty, until then, she or he will be just like any other normal – um – child."

Kevin drank the rest of his beer and set the empty bottle down. "Well that's good to know. Now how about telling me why Nadia wants to come after me?"

The Alpha waived his hand towards Atsuko as she bowed. "Because you are the chosen one. It is said there will be a battle and the dark one will seek you out for the prize."

"What prize?"

"The only prize with any real worth to her; the Lycanthrope Medallion. Our only hope in defeating her is to wait for the time of the battle to arrive," she said with a small amount of fear in her voice.

Kristine glanced around the room as if searching for something, her eyes darting back and forth. "Wait a minute, none of this makes any sense. Why would she have to wait around and fight Kevin? If she's as – dark – as you say she is, why not just take me out when she was at the castle? She could have gotten the medallion easily."

Franklin chuckled at the statement from the human female. "I really don't want to get into a discussion with; yes I'll say it – a human – about what really lives on the planet. I can tell you however, she cannot posse the medallion as long as there is a chosen one with air in his lungs. I can only assume by the time she found out its location, Kevin was alive. If she does happen to take his life, no other being on the face of the earth will be able to stop her."

Kevin continued to look at the small Asian woman, but remained silent. He remembered his past battles; the medallion had always given him the edge. "Okay, so I just stay out of her way until this day arrives, but I can tell you this, she'll have one hell of a fight on her hands. So when is this date?"

Franklin finished his beer and set it down on a small wooden table next to him. "December 25th at one minute after midnight. The down side is; she will try to fight you before then, if she does, she will have the upper hand. Only on that day will you be at your strongest."

Franklin rose from his seat, his large form towering over everyone else in the room. With a nod of his head towards Kristine and Laura, he looked at Adam who was leaning against the wall. "Mr. Dawson we have taken up enough of your time and hospitality." Then turned to Kevin. "Kevin, the others will stay close by and help protect you and your family. It would be helpful if you begin to trust their judgment."

"Just as long as they don't get in the way of my vacation or my job," he replied as he stood up and shook Franklin's much larger hand. The two werewolves applied pressure to each other's hand; neither of them flinched.

After Kevin released the older man's hand, he turned to look at Atsuko as she fumbled with her folder full of papers and photos. "Um – can you really read all those symbols on that scroll?"

"Hai."

Kevin reached into his shirt and pulled the Lycanthrope Medallion out into plain sight. He heard the other council members moan in awe as they stared at the ancient artifact. Then he heard the cowboy wanna-be whistle in a low tone of amazement. "I was wondering if you could tell me what it says around the outside, some of the same symbols are on that scroll."

The petite woman bowed and reached out for the medallion. Placing one finger on the bottom and working her way around, she followed the symbols. "At the – no, within the light he will – um – rule. A human will be – um – born again." She placed the medallion back in his hands and bowed as she backed away.

"Do you have any idea what it's supposed to mean," Kevin asked as he tucked it away.

Atsuko didn't know how much information she should give Kevin right away, even though she knew of another clue that spoke of light. The last set of symbols on the scroll referred to triumph being within the light. She decided to keep the information from him, for now at least. "I'm sorry Sir, I don't have an answer for you, but I will try to piece the puzzle together," she replied with a bow.




Well the plot just go more interesting I think. Leave me a comment and let me know what you think. Don't forget to vote and thanks for reading. As you all are aware, not every chapter is going to have a sex scene; even in real life they don't do it that much, do they? LOL.



The Chosen One Ch. 03



Thanks to all those who helped me get this ready, and a big shout out to Julie; another fine job dear. Not to make this long, but I'd like to point out that as writers, the readers get a glimpse into our imaginations. To give credit where it should be, it's actually our editors who make the stories you love so much pop out. Our scores are a direct reflection on their sometimes-thankless talents. You editors take our crazy babbling and turn it into something very special. From the bottom of this writers heart; thank you. 

Two weeks later, Kevin, and Laura's condominium, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

Steam filled the room, the mirror now unusable, as the moisture ran down in small beads and dripped off the metal frame. The frosted glass shower door prevented anyone who entered from seeing the occupant inside, although with the amount of mist that hung in the air, a person would be unable to see anything.

Kevin ran the large porous sponge across the enhanced muscles of his chest. The constant physical training that a SEAL endured on a daily basis, gave his upper torso the appearance of chiseled rock. White soapy droplets fell from his brown nipples and joined the frothing water around his feet.

As the water jet pulsed on his shoulders, Kevin moved the sponge lower and lathered the defined abdominal muscles that ached from the hundreds of sit-ups he routinely performed during the morning twelve-mile run. He then moved the now soap engorged sponge to his flaccid cock.

As he moved the sponge around, his mind flashed to the other morning when Laura had awakened early and joined him. He remembered how delightful it had been when the hot water had begun to dwindle, cooling their excited bodies with its spray.

Kevin turned to face the shooting water as he allowed the jets to rinse his body, leaving only a shimmering wetness and a manly scent. Shutting off the water, he slid the door open and stepped out onto the blue mat. His muscles flexing as he maneuvered the soft cotton towel around him.

He chuckled to himself as he opened the door and allowed the steam to escape into the carpeted hallway. Naked, he padded through the condo, allowing the coolness of the air to soothe him.

Reaching the bedroom, his eyes were treated to the view of one lovely leg bathed in the sunlight shining through the blinds. He leaned against the doorjamb; watching her stir as she awoke. She was just beginning to stretch when she spotted him watching her. She smiled at him and exaggerated the stretch to tease him.

As the covers fell away, more of her body was revealed. She lifted her arms above her and arched her back, allowing the sheet to slide down, exposing her nipples to the cool air. "I want to wake up every morning and see that hot body of yours, standing there; waiting for me to wake up. You are one sexy man Kevin Dvorska."

Kevin remained still as he returned her smile. His eyes caressed the soft curves of her body as she shifted the sheet lower with her legs. "I just took a shower, so don't get any amorous ideas. I have a meeting with Adam this afternoon, and it would look bad if I couldn't walk straight," he said, but his filling cock betrayed him.

Laura's eyes hungrily slid down his body until they rested on his manhood. "Your lips say no, but I think something else is saying yes."

As the covers fell free, he noticed the small baby bump she now had. The erotic sight before him wouldn't allow him to deny his aroused desire and he moved leisurely toward the bed, causing his lover to moan in anticipation. 

Laura gave a final flick of her toes causing the thin sheet to slide off the bed. Rising slightly to move aside, she allowed Kevin room to lie next to her. She tilted her head and gave him a needful, yet mischievous smile.

Kevin brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face, running his fingers over the soft skin. "Do you know how beautiful you are in the mornings?"

"You're not going to think that in a few months when I'm all fat and ugly," she whispered as she gazed into his eyes.

He responded with a small chuckle. "In a few months you'll be twice as beautiful and even more tempting."

Laura gave his shoulder a light push, causing him to roll onto his back. Running her finger tips up his tight belly, she moved her lips within inches of his. "God, I love you." With a gentle hunger, she placed her mouth upon his and kissed him, sending an exotic message straight to his hardening penis. 

Kevin wrapped his powerful arms around her eager body and held her close; their tongues fighting a slow duel of passion. He began to sinuously slide a hand along the sensual curves of her body. She gave a low moan of pleasure as his hand paused to give a suggestive squeeze to her petite backside.

He gently eased her leg over his body, eliciting another low sigh of passion. As she felt the silkiness of his hardening cock brush against the sensitive inside of her thigh, the passionate groan became more urgent.

As the two lovers broke from the kiss, Laura looked into his eyes and settled her hips on top of his. With a glint in her eye and a sly smile, she leaned forward just a bit. "When I'm through with you, you're going to need another shower."

"You might have to wait; I think I used all the hot water."

With a lustful smile, Laura pushed herself upright. "Then I'll just have to think of a way to keep us busy until it gets hot, really hot."

"You know in some parts of the United States, this could be considered rape," Kevin replied as he felt her grab his swelling meat.

Laura had a wanton smile on her face as she lifted her hips. "Do you really think there's a jury out there that would convict someone my size, of raping someone like you?"

With a quickness that surprised him, Laura thrust her moist sex down, engulfing the now ridged member and rotated her hips. As she felt her lips part and his cock invade her; she moaned deep in her throat.

Given his girth, she could only take about half of him in this position. When she felt the pressure become too much, she raised herself and grinned down at him. "Mmmmm, good morning, my love."

"You know you could ask a guy before you..." Kevin let out a gasp as the tight folds enveloped him once more. He placed his hands on her thighs in an attempt to keep her from going down too far. He worried that his thick, lengthy member would cause harm at this point of her pregnancy.

Leaning forward and placing her hands on Kevin's brawny shoulders allowed Laura to take control to pleasure herself. She began riding him slowly, savoring the feel of his hard cock inside her. Like most mornings, she had awakened with a needful hunger and Kevin allowed her to gratify herself at his expense.

He eyed her lightly bouncing breasts and following his own lust, began fondling them. He wondered if they would swell when milk arrived and be an even more erogenous zone for her.

He heard a whimper of approval and saw that her eyes were closed, caught up in the sensations coursing through her body. He squeezed lightly and placed his thumbs on her nipples, stroking the hard buds. He was rewarded with an intensification of her plunging hips.

As her sex tightened in response, Kevin began to feel the start of his impending explosion. He watched as her eyes begin to flicker underneath the closed eyelids, and knew she was close to her own climax. He slid one hand down to her clit and pressed his cool fingertip against the hard nub.

Laura's eyes shot open, her lips in a silent gasp. She felt the surge of lightning rush through her body and gazed at her lover. "I – want – I want it – to last..."

Kevin leaned up against the force of her arms, his powerful abdomen getting its second workout for the morning. "It will last until my dying day, my love," he said and kissed her open mouth with a ravenous passion.

Laura could feel her body begin to shake, her legs straining for comfort, her passion for release. It started as a slow rumble, deep within her soul; growing to a point of no return. When the orgasm broke through, it caused her to scream against her lover's pressing lips.

Kevin wanted to return the scream, but held back as the passage his cock was embedded in clamped down like a vise. He felt the pulsing against the sensitive head and he joined his mate in release. As the super-heated liquid flowed down his groin, he moaned so deep in his throat, it sounded like a low growl.

He felt her body lose its strength and relax forward. With lightning reflexes, he removed his hand from her sex and placed it on her hip. Kevin moved her nonresponsive body to the side, allowing her to relax on the bed next to him. He rolled to his side and tenderly gazed down at her.

He stroked her now matted hair to the side and kissed her forehead. He saw her breathing returning to normal, as he ran his large hand across her moist skin. "I hope after the pregnancy, these sudden urges will become less frequent. I'd hate to know the one thing that would kill me, is the love of my life."

She opened her eyes and gazed back into the smiling and caring face of her soul mate. "Promise me you won't leave me alone in this world. I lost my parents and I don't want our child growing up without a father," she said as a small tear rolled down her velvety face.

"Laura, you know I..."

With pleading eyes, she reached up and grabbed his hand. "Promise me and our child you won't leave us."

Kevin gazed upon the worried face of the woman he would lay down his life for. He realized the danger of the missions he was about to undertake and was unprepared to deal with her feelings so soon. The truth would not console her; she wanted to hear only one thing. "I promise."

**********

Vice Admiral Eric Olmsted leaned forward and flipped through the almost endless stack of message traffic. He had been reading the message board for over an hour now, and he looked at the edge of the folder to see how far he'd gotten. When he realized he still had another two hours to go until he reached the bottom, he slammed the metal folder closed and shoved it forward on his desk.

As the longest serving active duty SEAL in the Navy, he had the title of 'Bull Frog' assigned to him. The title had its good points, along with a few that he wished it didn't have. As the salt and pepper haired SEAL stared out the thick glass window on the fourth floor of the Pentagon, he thought back to a time when he was with his men.

Eric stood and approached the window. Looking down he watched the numerous people walking into the building and began to wonder if he was being punished for something he hadn't done. He started to question his decision on accepting the lead position of the government's Anti-terrorism division. "I've done some really dumb things in my life, but this is moving up the list fast," he thought to himself.

The black phone on the desk began to buzz with an annoying tone, interrupting his thoughts about his career moves. "Maybe a bomb went off in some third world country and I can get out of this fucking box," he whispered as he picked up the phone. "Vice Admiral Olmsted."

When he heard the voice on the other end of the line, he almost dropped the phone. The man kept speaking and he knew it wasn't wise to interrupt him. Eric held the phone to his ear for what seemed like an hour as he listened to what the President wanted. When there was a small pause, Eric cut in. "With all due respect, Sir, I don't think that's the wisest course of action."

Vice Admiral Olmsted remained silent as he continued to listen to what the President of the United States was asking. When there was another pause in the conversation, he began to chuckle. "Permission to speak freely, Sir?" With the affirmative answer he continued. "As much as I'd love to get out of this office, if this goes south, I'll be chained so deep in Leavenworth that the rats will have to go down a couple of flights to say hi to me."

He continued to listen for just a few more moments, but knew orders were orders. "Yes, Sir, I'll make it happen."

Cape Henry Trail, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

The sun was shining bright as the two sedans pulled into a small parking lot just off Shore Drive next to the beachfront. Four well-built men stepped out and adjusted their sunglasses as they scanned the area. One of them, Chief Greg Swanson, motioned for one of the others to check the vehicles that were already parked there.

Cryptologic Technician Naim Azzi, moved to the front of each of the six other cars, and even though they were different makes and models, they all had one thing in common; base stickers. He looked over at Swanson and nodded his head. He then turned around, studying the thick forest for any signs of the others.

Another muscular man, Construction Electrician First Class, Chris Brooks shut the passenger door and walked slowly along the edge of the pavement, his skilled eyes examining the soft earth. After a few yards, he stopped and knelt down, placing his large callused hand against two indented lines leading to the woods.

The point man assigned to SEAL Team One, Charlie Fire Team, snapped his fingers and signaled the others to follow him. One by one, the four men walked into the tree line as their training took over and each one scanned a different area around them.

The last man in line, Scott Ross, looked back as the forest engulfed him. "What in the hell are we doing in the middle of nowhere?" he thought as he turned back around and followed the others.

The four men took care as they moved with silent steps through the loose foliage that covered the area. After a few hundred yards, Brooks stopped with a quickness that brought everyone's attention to the area in front of them. He looked over his shoulder with a smile, and then moved with a quicker pace toward what appeared to be a small clearing.

Kevin Dvorska was leaning back in his lawn chair when he sensed the four men approaching. He gave a chuckle and looked at Adam, who was drinking the last of his beer. The other six men around them seemed confused about what the joke was, all except Dan Vasquez, who realized Kevin's werewolf side had just picked up the rest of the other guests.

Adam reached into the large cooler that he had brought along for the meeting. As he opened the lid of the two-wheeled monster, he wondered if three cases of beer were enough for twelve SEALs in the middle of the woods, with nothing to do but talk.

The team leader pulled a fresh can out and as soon as his hand was clear, he shut the lid with such force that it caused a loud thud to echo through the woods. "It's about time you dumb fucks got here, the beer's almost gone," he said to an area just outside the clearing.

Chris Brooks was the first to emerge from the woods. A large smile crossed his tanned face as he saw the black plastic wheels on the cooler. "You must be Lieutenant Commander Dawson, because only an officer would leave tracks like that to a secluded meeting."

Adam laughed at the remark as the other men joined the group in the clearing. "I wasn't sure how good of a point man you might be, so I decided to help you."

Greg Swanson moved around Chris and headed straight for the cooler. After tossing out beers, he pulled the tab of his own ice cold drink and downed half of it in one gulp. He reached his hand out to Adam who shook it firmly. "Damn good to see you, Adam. It's been a while."

"A while! Hell, last time we saw each other was graduation night after BUDS training," he replied as he pointed to some lawn chairs against a nearby tree. "Have a seat."

The four men grabbed chairs and joined the others. Chris pulled the tab on his beer and looked at Kevin. "You're Kevin Dvorska, aren't you?"

Kevin set his beer down and stuck out his hand to the fellow SEAL. "Yep, that's me."

The fellow point man grabbed Kevin's hand with a strong grip and shook it vigorously. "Man, your rep in the teams makes you sound like some kind of voodoo witch doctor on point."

Kevin laughed. "I don't know about all that. I can't think of a time when I went around chanting in the woods to find my way."

As if on cue, both point men looked up to the clear sky and began looking around. It took a few moments for the others to catch up as the sound of approaching helicopters invaded the serenity of the small clearing. "H-60s coming our way," Chris said.

Kevin shook his head. "Half right is better than all wrong. One 60 and one H-46, can't you hear the thump."

Lieutenant Jack Patrick sighed in mock anguish. He knew of Dvorska's skill when it came to being a point man, but thought he should let it go seeing as they were in a clearing in the middle of the woods drinking beer. "Can we stop being SEALs for just one afternoon and enjoy the cold beer?"

Greg finished his beer and reached into the cooler once again. "Don't mind if I do. So tell me – Mr. – Dawson, what has your panties in such a bunch that you bring the four of us from the west coast to have beers in the middle of some woods? Not that I mind the beer, but I could do without the woods." 

Adam set his beer can down on the soft grass beneath him. "You were never the one to beat around the bush, Greg. First off, the reason I chose this spot was that I know there are no hidden microphones out here, and because what I'm about to say, never happened."

The others nodded in agreement as they realized what they were about to hear was off the record. "You are all the top operators in your field; weapons, electronics, point men, corpsmen, and of course foreign language," he added as he nodded towards Naim. 

Electronics Technician First Class Zack Miller gave a huge smile. "Is this the part where we get medals and shit?"

Mark Wolfhorst, sniper for SEAL Team Two Bravo, slapped his friend in the back of the head. "This is the part where you shut up and let the man finish."

"Thanks, Wolfie," Adam said with a smile. "I've been asked to put together a group of SEALs who are the best of the best. From what I've read, you guys are it."

Bill Haley groaned aloud. "Why do I get the feeling that the beer was a set up?"

Adam reached down to the cooler and tossed the SEAL medic another one. "If any of you say no to my proposal, that's your choice. You will continue being the best in your respective teams, and I won't think the lesser of you."

Bill leaned over to V-man. "Is he always this drawn out, or is it just me?"

"I hate to tell you this, Bill, I know what's coming, and you better have another beer."

There was one other Chief in the small group of men, Randy Cross. He had flown in from Aviano, Italy with his medic and sniper, and the thoughts of what a secret meeting should look like didn't match up to what was happening now. Visions of the take down at Ramsgate began to fill his mind, and then in a flash it came to him. "Adam, can I say something?"

"You should know better than to ask something like that, Tiny," Adam replied, using Randy's SEAL nickname.

"This is starting to sound like you're making a secret SEAL hit squad. The CIA does stupid shit like that, not SEAL teams."

Adam let the comment hang in the air for a few moments as he studied the face of each man. The longer the silence remained, the more their expressions changed. "You're kind of right, Tiny. I think everyone here knows Neil Hawkins, well; he came up with the idea. So, at least we're starting off on the right foot. They want to make a team made up of the best SEALs in the world. Every member has to be a seasoned SEAL and we can relax our grooming standards."

Greg looked over at Kevin's out of regulation hairstyle and laughed. "Looks like your point man is already in on the deal."

Adam leaned forward, his face taking on a serious look. "Listen guys, I don't know if the CIA will be in on this or not. I know a few people presently there now that we can trust, so that isn't a concern of mine. I give you my word, if this turns out to be a personal hit squad, I'll pull the plug myself. As far as I know, we're doing the same missions, but no one knows who we are or what we do. The missions will be a hundred percent sterile."




The Chosen One Ch. 03



When Adam said the word sterile, every SEAL in the clearing knew exactly what they were being asked to do. They had all been on some type of – black ops – before, but they all realized in an instant that these missions would be so far off the books, only a handful of people would know of the team's existence.

"I have just one question for you, Adam, before I give you my answer at least," Greg said in a low tone.

"Fire away, Chief."

Greg took a hit off his beer and then leaned toward his old classmate. "Who put you up to this?" Swanson's tone indicated he was not going to settle for an answer of 'I can't tell you that'.

There was a pause, and to Kevin, it appeared as if the veteran Team Chief would leave. "Adam, they have a right to know. If you want them to be ghosts, then they need to know everything," Kevin said.

Adam looked straight into Swanson's eyes. "The President of the United States."

There was a shocked gasp from the others as the words rang in the air like a church bell. The two SEALs' eyes remained locked in a tight stare, neither of them flinching or giving ground. With a quick movement, Swanson sat back and downed his beer.

When Adam saw the can tip upside down, he reached in and grabbed a fresh one. After tossing it to the seasoned Chief, he turned to the group. "Moment of truth gentlemen, are you in or out? If you leave, I won't think any less of you, but this conversation never happened."

When they remained seated, Adam realized he had just made a brand new SEAL team. "Going once – twice – last chance boys and girls." Not one of the men budged. "Welcome to SEAL Team Six."

**********

The rotor blades were still spinning strong as the four men jumped into the black SUV. A stocky, salt and pepper haired man, wearing slacks and a blue polo shirt jumped behind the wheel and sped off within seconds of the doors closing.

Once the SUV was clear, the rotors began to slow on the plain looking H-60 and H-46 helicopters. One of the pilots looked out over the Fort Story soccer field; he didn't see a single human being in sight. "Wow, son of bitch actually pulled it off," he whispered in surprise.

**********

The eleven highly trained SEALs were laughing so hard, that some even sputtered out their beer, nearly choking as Greg continued with the stories. "...so there he was, ass stuck up in the air and caught in the concertina wire. Adam was yelling at our boat crew to hurry up, and all around us the instructors were setting off demo and shit."

Kevin almost fell out of his lawn chair as the image played through his mind. "Stop – I can't – I can't breathe," he said through gasping breaths.

Jack Patrick was laughing so hard that he had to set his beer down to keep from spilling it. "Oh shit, I – I could just see you like that," he blurted out to the team leader. "How'd you guys finally get him out?" he asked through restrained chuckles.

Greg looked at him with a grin. "He was stuck so bad we had to pull his pants off. He finished the O-course in just his underwear." Three of the men, including Kevin, fell out of their seats and rolled on the soft grass holding their sides.

Adam tried hard not to smirk at the memories that flooded his mind. "Are you about through, Greg?"

"Oh hell no, remember that cute little thing who wanted to dance with you graduation night?"

He was about to tell his old classmate that some things were better left in the past, when he noticed Kevin out of the corner of his eye. He saw his trusted point man roll onto his knees, place his hand on the Desert Eagle tucked in his loose shirt, and stare out into the thick woods. He could tell that the werewolf's instincts had kicked in at the approach of more people. "Relax, Kevin, I asked him to join us."

Kevin's gaze remained on the tree line, even though no other visitors were visible. "Whoever it is, was he supposed to bring a friend?"

"No, he's supposed to be alone," Adam whispered as he too reached behind him to palm the handle of his own Eagle."

Everyone's face took on a stern glare as they all watched the tree line. Within moments, Vice Admiral Eric Olmsted entered the clearing. He saw the faces of the much younger men; glaring with stone cold stares. When he saw Adam with his hand behind his back, he began to wonder why the SEAL team leader was so jumpy. "You gonna shoot me, Dawson, or give me a beer?"

"Nice to see you, Admiral. Who'd you bring with you?" Adam's tone was one of respect, but at the same time, indicating a hint of annoyance. 

As Eric walked towards the cooler, another man walked into the clearing. He had on a flowered Hawaiian shirt and jeans. The baseball cap he wore covered most of the greying hair beneath it. When he took off the sunglasses, everyone realized who the intruder was.

"Attention on deck," Jack Patrick shouted

All the men either jumped out of their chairs or sprang off the ground. They all stood at attention as Eric reached into the cooler and retrieved two cold beers. After tossing one to President Henry Walker, he retrieved two chairs.

Sitting down, Walker opened the beer and swallowed the entire contents in one gulp. The cold liquid made his eyes feel like they were being pounded on from the inside and he contorted in pain. "Oh damn, fucking brain freeze is a bitch!"

Eric Olmstead, the reigning Bull Frog, looked around at the statue-like men. "You clowns gonna stand around like that all day, or are we going to drink some beer?"

The group relaxed and grabbed their drinks as they watched Adam reach in for a fresh beer and toss it to Walker. He smiled back at him, and then popped the can open. "Can't tell you how much I needed this. No reporters, no fucking cameras going off in my face, no one shoving a piece of paper at me to sign... You guys live a pretty good life."

Adam looked at the man who started him down this path. "With all due respect Mr. President..."

Walker shot his hand up. "Stop right there, Dawson. I came out here for some fucking peace and quiet along with some free beer. You start with all that due respect shit, I'll have to stomp your ass in the dirt in front of your men." Adam tried hard not to laugh at the empty threat as he watched the new team members reach for their wallets.

"I'm in for ten," Kevin yelled.

"No way shithead, Adam's too old. I got fifteen on Walker," V-man replied.

"Put me in for ten on Dawson taking it in the first round," Jack Patrick yelled.

Adam couldn't contain it a moment longer and burst out laughing. After a few hardy chuckles, he looked at the President with a smile. "Would you mind telling me what in the hell you're doing out here without protection?"

"I have no idea what you mean. I've got two goons in the car, and I'm sitting in the middle of..." He turned towards Eric and whispered. "Where are we again?"

"Bum fucked Egypt." 

"In the middle of bum fucked Egypt, surrounded by, what I can only guess are, some very capable SEALs. How much damn protection does one guy need for crying out loud?" Walker took another hit of his second beer. "Wow, that's fucking cold."

Adam knew that with the President's relaxed demeanor and carefree language, he was out for a social call and nothing more. "So – Henry – do you do this often?"

"Not really. I tried it a few years back, and man did my wife throw a cow." He leaned in toward the group of men. "She fucking grounded me for Christ's sake. Can you believe that shit?" The SEALs broke out laughing at the thought of the First Lady coming down hard on her husband.

Henry Walker sat back with a big grin and took a much slower drink this time. Setting the beer down on the armrest, he looked around at the smiling faces and then focused on Adam. "So, is this your new team or just a group of highly trained men out during the weekday with nothing better to do?"

Adam studied the man for just a few brief moments. "This is my team."

"The one we discussed?"

"Yes."

"So you have accepted my offer."

As Adam prepared to respond, Greg Swanson cut him off. "Since you started all this shit, why don't you enlighten us as to what you – really – want?"

"What's your name, sailor?" Walker asked.

"Chief Petty Officer Gregory Swanson."

"It's really quite simple, Chief. Kill the bad guys who mean to harm the people of the United States and her interests. You have to do it with no ties to us or our allies. If captured or killed, we never heard of you." Walker looked around at the faces of the men.

He regarded Lieutenant Commander Adam Dawson. "This team you've picked out, are they really the best the SEALs have to offer?"

"I feel we can accomplish any mission assigned to us."

"Are you willing to back that up with proof, Mr. Dawson?" the older SEAL blurted out. Eric Olmstead looked down at his beer and then brought it up to his lips and took a long drink. He knew what was coming.

Adam's face took on a cautious look. "And what may I ask is your definition of proof?"

The oldest active duty Navy SEAL stood and moved to the center of the group. "I've been set up to oversee all assignments that will be tossed your way. Your fearless Team Leader, here, will report directly to me and no one else. All your records, military, dental, medical; your birth certificates, if necessary, will be kept in my office in a safe. From this moment on, the government of the United States has no record of you; you guys don't exist."

Kevin leaned toward him. "You didn't get to the proof part, Admiral."

The old SEAL stared down at the younger one. "I want you guys to take down a single man without a trace."

Wolfie began to chuckle. "That's it? That's the test? Shit Sir, consider the guy a fucking corpse," he said as he pretended to fire an imaginary rifle.

"Oh, I doubt it will be that easy, kid." He turned to face Adam. "You have three weeks to train with your men, plan the mission, and take the subject out. To add a greater degree of difficulty, the subject must remain alive and unharmed in any way; the take down has to be simulated."

Adam looked at him in disbelief. "You're joking, right? Three weeks to anticipate each other's movements and plan a mission where we – simulate – killing a target? You know what you're asking for, Sir?"

The President chuckled. "Yeah, he knows, Dawson – the impossible. Your team is supposed to be capable of that. Every mission you get will have the same level of difficulty. Now, you can either handle it, or I find myself another team leader."

Adam looked around at his men. They all had the same expression; do it. "Alright, Bull, you're on. Who do you want us to – pretend – to kill?"

There was an eerie quiet as the two senior SEALs looked at each other. The silence was broken by one man. "Me," President Walker said in a low tone.

Bill Haley was taking a drink just as Walker said who the target was. As the frothing liquid flew out of his mouth, he coughed with such force that he dropped his beer on the ground.

"You okay, son?" Eric asked.

When he regained his composure, he looked at the target. "You're insane – Sir. You just happen to be the most secure human being on the face of the fucking planet. Hell, even if we do succeed, the Secret Service will be on our asses like fur on a rabbit."

Walker laughed at the remark. "That's the whole idea, moron." Then he turned to Adam who was looking down at the ground now, his eyes moving back and forth. "No traces, and no one gets hurt; the only question is, are you and the rest of your merry men in for the ultimate target?"

Adam's eyes were still moving as plans flashed before his eyes. He was so lost in thought that he almost didn't hear the Admiral's voice. "...or out?"

He looked up and scanned the faces of his men. They all had a frown at the impending doom that awaited them, all except one man, Construction Electrician First Class, Chris Brooks.

Chris smiled at the new Team Leader and mouthed the words, "trust me."

Adam directed his eyes to the President of the United States. "My team and I accept the challenge; consider yourself a dead man."

Waterside Festival Marketplace, Norfolk, Virginia.

The blue sedan slowed as it approached the parking garage across from Waterside Drive. The traffic wasn't bad for this time of day, and Kristine maneuvered the car toward the thin red and white arm blocking the entrance. Sliding her money into the slot, the arm rose at an annoyingly slow rate.

Laura scanned the area around them as her friend drove into the dark complex. When her eyes stopped on Kristine's face, she saw her friend look her way. "Stop worrying, dear. I was very careful not to be followed and I have a feeling we won't be bothered out here in public. No one is that stupid, no matter what creature you are," she replied with a laugh as she pulled into an empty parking spot.

The young, pregnant female began looking around again; the bright sun causing her to squint her eyes against the brilliance of the light. "Why are we parking on the roof when the crossway is on the third floor?"

Kristine put the keys in her purse and giggled at her passenger. "No place for anyone to hide up here. You can see trouble coming from any direction. Now stop fidgeting and enjoy some girl-time while the boys get their meeting out of the way." 

**********

The yellow cab pulled up next to the sidewalk and the driver put the car in park. Draping his arm over the front seat, the bored driver turned to his passenger. "That'll be ten bucks Ma'am."

The old woman reached into the cloth bag resting on her lap and produced the required fare money. As she handed over the money, the driver glanced at her ragged and frail form with a worried look. "Do you need any help getting out?"

She gave him a bright smile and shook her head, her gray hair swaying around her wrinkled face. "No thank you, young man. I've been looking after myself for some time now," she replied as she grabbed her old wooden cane and opened the door.

The old women shut the door and looked up toward the top of the parking complex. The sun forced her to cast her eyes back down to the sidewalk. The driver watched for brief moment as the old woman hobbled toward the crosswalk of Waterside Drive, then pulled away, looking for his next fare.

**********

The two women walked arm in arm as they exited the crossway above the busy street. Kristine spotted a small stand with baby clothes on display and excitedly pulled her friend to the kiosk. Amidst many giggles, the two women picked through the display, holding up one outfit after another to show to each other.

Kristine picked one with neutral colors and handed the attendant some cash. While the young woman bagged the item, Kristine looked around the long corridor filled with small shops and tourists. Her eyes darted from one person to the next; her activity being interrupted by the attendant.

Laura worriedly watched her friend's busy eyes. "Maybe we should have invited one of the women from that council thing to come with us."

Kristine wrapped her arm around Laura's and headed off down the mall. "Nadia is not after us. I'm just being careful, sweetie. I guess being married to a SEAL is rubbing off on me."

The two continued on their way, stopping at different stands to check out the variety of items for sale. Laura laughed to herself as she watched some of the tourists picking through Virginia souvenir key chains and knick-knacks. She remembered that not too long ago she and Kevin had walked around while she collected the same things.

**********

An older couple walked slowly toward a photo backdrop of Norfolk. The husband looked around at the other shoppers, attempting to engage someone to take a photo of him and his wife. The other people stepped around him or shook their heads no as he held out his camera asking for help.

As he was about to give up and take a photo of his wife alone, he saw an old woman shambling along with her cane. Giving her his best smile, he moved next to her. "Excuse me, Ma'am. I'm sorry to bother you, but could you please take a picture of me and my wife? It's our first time in Norfolk, and I want a picture to share with my family back home in Iowa."

The old woman turned to face him. "Oh my, what a lovely couple. This is my first time here as well. How does this work?"

"It's simple, Ma'am, just look through that little window and push the button on top. Give me a second to stand next to my adorable wife," he replied as he moved to stand next to his smiling wife.

The old woman peered through the viewfinder and placed her boney finger on the button. "Okay, you two, love birds; on the count of three say angels. One, two, three...."

"Angels."

The wife moved quickly to the old woman and retrieved the camera. "Oh thank you so much. It seems tourists are considered second-class citizens by some of the locals."

"Don't worry, dear, there was a time in my life when I was looked down upon as well," she replied as she removed the dangling cane from her arm and steadied herself.

Looking at the object hanging from the elderly woman's neck, the younger lady smiled in admiration. "What an extremely beautiful feather! Do you mind if I ask what kind it is?"

"An angel feather, of course," she replied as she moved down the crowded corridor.

**********

Laura stopped in front of a kiosk displaying keepsakes of baby hand and footprints. She ran her fingers across one of them, feeling the exquisite smallness of the baby that had made them. Her eyes filled with moisture as a vision of a much larger print with claws entered her mind.

"...then you and Kevin could mount a set each year on the wall so the little one could see how he's grown over the years." Kristine's happy voice broke into her thoughts and she sniffed back the tears.

Kristine looked over at her hormonally charged friend. "Oh sweetie, what is it? If you don't like the idea, then we'll just pick out something else."

Laura reached up and wiped the moisture from her eyes. "It's not that, Kristine. I was just thinking of what to tell our guests when they see a few years of clay imprints on the wall, followed by another set with claw marks on them."

Kristine pulled her friend close to her. "We don't know that, Laura. Now you need to stop thinking that way or you're going to force me to lose my temper with you."

"Yes, Mother," Laura replied with a soft laugh.

"Say, are you hungry? How about some lunch? My treat!"

"Since I'm always hungry these days, you're on." The two best friends linked arms and headed toward one of many nearby eateries.

Given the time of day, the small restaurant wasn't too busy and the hostess greeted them at the 'Wait to be Seated' sign with a pleasant smile. "Good afternoon, welcome to Jack Quinn's; two for lunch?"

Kristine smiled as Laura looked around at the Irish pub and restaurant. "Yes, a booth if you have one available, please," Kristine said.

The hostess, dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt, led her new customers down an aisle and stepped out of the way as she indicated one of the semi-circle booths behind a glossy wooden partition.

The two women slid onto the cushioned seats and Kristine placed her bags, full of baby clothes, next to her. They smiled at the hostess as she placed the menus and silverware in front of each of them. They opened the large menus filled with photos of all sorts of different foods.

"Your server will be Julie today, but until she comes over, is there something I can get you from the bar?"

Kristine answered without looking up. "That would be great. I'll have an Irish Coffee."

Laura took her time as she looked over the drink list, then back up to the young woman. "I don't want to be a bother, but do you think the bartender could make me a virgin daiquiri?"

"Yes, Ma'am, that won't be a problem. Would you like strawberry, pineapple, or banana?"




The Chosen One Ch. 03



Laura shifted excitedly in her seat. "Banana sounds so yummy!"

The woman went off to retrieve the order, leaving Kristine and Laura alone to scan the menus. Laura ran her finger down the numerous pictures of available dishes and moaned, her searching eyes stopping on one item, then moving to the next as she flipped the page quickly and continued.

Kristine placed her menu on the table and studied the décor on the wall they faced. Most of the items had to do with Irish heritage, and she giggled as her eyes stopped on a plaque about Notre Dame University. "Good thing Adam isn't here."

Laura looked up. "Why's that? I thought you liked being seen in public with a guy built like a gladiator."

Kristine giggled again and leaned back against the cushion rest. "Oh I do, dear. It's just that he went to Ohio State and they absolutely despise Notre Dame," she said as she pointed to the wall.

Laura got a puzzled look on her face as she glanced at the plaque and then back to her friend. "I thought they hated Michigan?"

"They do, sweetie, but the Fighting Irish are a very close second," she replied with a hearty laugh.

Their conversation was interrupted by the server standing next to the table. "Sorry for the wait, ladies; here are your drinks. My name is Julie and I'll be helping you with your lunch order today. Our specials this afternoon are a lunchtime serving of Corned Beef and Cabbage served with a side salad and vegetable, we also have a very nice Shepherd's pie with green beans and soda bread."

Kristine licked her lips in anticipation of her selection. "I'll take the Corned Beef with ranch for the dressing for the salad, and the vegetable of the day."

"Oh excellent choice, Ma'am; trust me, it's to die for." Then turning to Laura, she inquired, "And for you, Miss?"

Laura studied the menu once more, but failed to reach a decision. "Oh, it all looks so good. Um – can I have the Lamb stew with a Cottage Pie, along with a side of champ? That champ comes with fresh green onions doesn't it?"

Julie laughed to herself as she heard the order and wondered where the small female was going to put all that food. "Yes, Ma'am, it does. You also get a chef salad with the Cottage Pie."

Laura fidgeted in her seat as she pondered the choice. "How about just a side salad with green peppers and onions; oh... and carrots. If you have any mushrooms you need to get rid of, then throw those on, maybe some celery, cucumbers, and bacon. I'm dying for bacon."

Kristine saw the smirk on the server's face and leaned forward. "She's pregnant, so feel free to bring a box for the left overs."

Julie laughed and headed on her way to fill the order. Kristine looked around and studied what she could see; her back was against the entrance and the rest of the bar so she looked over the partition and studied the room quickly.

Returning her attention to her friend, she picked up her coffee and took a small sip. After swallowing the strong drink, she shook her head as the spiked coffee hit her senses. "Wow, how about some coffee in the whiskey next time."

Laura laughed and then took a small drink of her daiquiri. "What did you expect in an Irish pub?"

Kristine leaned back and sighed. "So, have you thought about a church yet? Some of the nicer ones have a waiting list of almost a year. Then there's the reception and you and Kevin need to think about a honeymoon spot. You could always consider where Adam and I..."

"There's something I have to tell you, Kristine," Laura said as she played with the melting ice on the outside of her glass. "I know you're excited about all this, but Kevin and I talked it over."

Kristine leaned over to her friend and placed her hand on top of Laura's small delicate one. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm just so excited for both of you, if I'm butting in then you just say the word and I'll stop."

"It's not that, Kristine, it's just that I want a small ceremony; a Justice of the Peace or something and you and Adam. You're the only real friend I have other than Kevin's teammates. It's only right that you be by my side when we get married."

Kristine grabbed her friend and held her close as she started to tear up. "Oh, Sweetie, it would be an honor standing next to you."

Suddenly, their embrace was interrupted when the pair of women felt someone sit next to them. Kristine let her friend go and stared at the old woman. "I'm sorry can we help..."

The old woman smiled as she placed her cane in her lap and looked back at Kristine. There was something vaguely familiar about the elderly woman and Kristine searched through her memories to make a connection. "I know her from somewhere."

Laura didn't understand why a seemingly sweet old lady would sit next to them. With a bewildered look, she first searched the stranger's face and then Kristine's. Laura watched as Kristine slid further around the booth, away from the intruder.

Kristine grabbed Laura's arm and pulled her over next to her as she continued to lock eyes with the uninvited guest. Their server broke the eerie silence as Julie moved next to the smiling old woman.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am, may I get you something to drink?" she asked as she pulled out her small notepad.

The old woman broke eye contact with Kristine and smiled at the server. "Oh no thank you, dear. I just stopped by to say hello to an old friend." She looked over toward the now fearful Laura. "And to finally meet a new one it seems."

As Julie moved away, the elderly woman returned her steady gaze to Kristine. "I'm very impressed with your memory...Miss Duka."

When Kristine heard her maiden name, she had a glimmer of hope that the woman across from them was unaware of Adam. If that was true, it could be used to finally take down the woman they had been searching for.

Kristine held her stare. "What do you want?"

Laura didn't understand why her friend was so defensive and turned to look at the new arrival. "I don't know who you are, but if you don't leave, I'll...I'll call the manager over."

The old woman laughed, but as it pierced Laura's ears, it had an evil ring to it. "And what would you tell him...Laura? That an old, fragile woman is picking on you two much younger ones?" She turned to Kristine. "I can sense the hatred in your heart. How will you explain to the manager that you attacked an old lady?"

"In your case – Nadia – I'll think of something," Kristine said with loathing in her tone.

When Laura heard the name, she remembered what Franklin had told the group. A little old lady, being able to read the medallion; a woman capable of killing a werewolf; someone named Nadia that would come for her soul mate.

Laura jumped as the thoughts ran through her mind and moved even closer to Kristine and away from the intruder. "Leave us alone; get out of here; I swear I'll scream."

Nadia smiled at Laura, her slightly yellowing teeth, seeming even more hideous surrounded by the bright red lipstick she wore. "Oh calm yourself, Laura. This is just meant to get to know you, that's all. I mean, I can just imagine all the horrible things that Franklin and his group of incompetents have told you. By the way, how is old One Eye doing these days?"

Kristine could feel Laura begin to tremble and held her close. "I don't know what kind of – monster – you are, but I can assure you, Kevin is going to enjoy ripping your fucking throat out."

"Kristine, is that anyway to talk to your elders? Such language in front of someone so young, so delicate," she said in a reprimanding tone.

"You can kiss my ass, Bitch," Kristine shot back.

Nadia shifted in her seat as she smiled at the two visibly distraught women. "If that's the way you want to act you arrogant human, then you shall have it." Nadia turned to look at the frightened soul mate of her enemy. "If you live long enough to get home, you tell the so-called, Chosen One, there is no place on earth to hide from me. I will kill him, slowly I might add, before the date of..."

"Kevin isn't afraid of you, you wicked, old witch," Laura spat at her.

"Temper, temper my young child. You don't want to start something you are very incapable of finishing. Tell him to marry you before I get to him, at least that way you may have his last name before I kill you, too," Nadia told her in a soft, but threatening voice.

Laura reached deep within herself and found the courage to stand up to the evil sitting at their table. "You even think about coming after me, there will nothing he won't do to track you down, rip out your fucking heart, and eat it as he watches you die."

Nadia laughed her sinister laugh as she stared at the foolish human. "My young Laura, you fail to fully comprehend the situation that he faces. Maybe this will help you better understand?"

As the two women looked on, Nadia's image of an old woman flickered in and out of focus as if another image was trying to take its place. They watched as her eyes turned to the color of coal, then back to a dazzling shade of blue. The smile she wore, replaced by sharp jagged teeth, her skin appearing as charred flesh.

The image began to shimmer more, like ripples on a calm lake; first to come into focus was the appearance of a hideous monster, then a wrinkled faced woman. Every time the face of the fallen angel appeared, it seemed even more frightening than the last. Finally, the face of the benevolent old woman remained, and Nadia laughed as fear gripped the women.

Laura was horror-struck and tears streamed down her face in distress. "What – what – in God's name are you?"

Nadia leaned closer as the two terrified women cringed against the backrest. "You insignificant, little human bitch; I am death, I am the dark one; I am also the one who will rip your precious mate to pieces and claim that which is rightfully mine. I am the kindly old woman who is going to tear your unborn child from your very womb."

Nadia turned to Kristine. "As for you," the fallen angel menaced. "If your husband, Adam, gets in my way, I will not hesitate to take his life earlier than planned. Yes, I do know about him – Mrs. Dawson."

Nadia slid out of the seat and grabbed her cane. "Ladies, it has been fun chatting with you, but I really must go now." As Nadia leaned toward them, she flashed her dreadful smile. "Good luck trying to get home, you two; I'll be watching."

Julie watched the old woman walk away, as she pushed her small cart toward the table. "Here you are, ladies," she said as she served their order. "Is there anything else I can get you?" The shocked faces of the two huddled women confused her.

Kristine moved her head as she looked at the bewildered server. "I – I need a – a phone; right – now."

Naval Special Warfare Group Two, Naval Amphibious Base, Little Creek, Virginia.

Petty Officer Second Class Richards flipped the page on the rating manual he was studying while on watch in the duty office. Remembering all the training and procedures to be a Navy SEAL was hard enough, to throw an upcoming rating exam on top of all that; grueling.

Looking over the various electrical equations, his thoughts ran wild about the expected outcome of the test. "Who, the fuck, cares about current and voltage? Why can't I have a test on how to put an AK-47 together, blindfolded?"

The annoyed Petty Officer's thoughts were shattered as the ringing telephone caused him to drop his manual. He picked up the handset as he looked down at the discarded book. "SEAL Team Two; Petty Officer Richards speaking; how can I help you?"

The frantic voice on the other end of the line startled the young SEAL as he listened to her quivering voice. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, he's on..." He had to pull the phone away from his ear as the loud voice boomed over the airwaves.

The day watch for the duty office was just about to hang up when the female voice on the other end of the line finally stated her name. "Hang on, Ma'am; I'll put you through right away. He may not answer. If he doesn't, you call me back, right away."

Little Creek Base shooting range

Five muscular men, dressed in crisp fatigues, fired their 9mm Sig Sauer handguns at the paper targets down range. An older SEAL, with much more training than the men he watched over, stood behind them with a small pair of binoculars and looked over the outcome of the five round rapid shoot.

When the Navy SEAL saw the outcome, he took his own Sig Sauer from behind his back and pulled one of the men roughly off the line. In one swift motion, he clicked off the safety and fired five speedy rounds through the black paper circle. All five rounds destroyed the small letter X in the center of the target.

The old SEAL pushed the small button on the side and allowed the clip to slide free as he reached down and slid a fresh magazine into the butt of the weapon. "That's how I want it done, you fucking girl scouts! If you can't do better than an inch spread at twenty five yards you're no use to me on this team; that includes you, Werner," Bob Holiday shouted.

The bright red light and annoying buzzer broke Senior Chief Bob Holiday from his reprimand of the SEAL members trying for a spot on Alpha Fire Team. The seasoned veteran walked hurriedly towards an old style black phone and picked up the handset, but held it against his chest. "You, ugly-looking nuns, reload and get ready to try it again."

Bob brought the handset up as he watched the men drop their clips and slam fresh ones home. "This is Holiday, what the fuck are you doing interrupting my training session?" Bob listened for a few moments, his face taking on a worried look. "God damn right I'll wait, patch her through, you moron."

Bob waited as he watched the SEALs point their weapons down range and wait for instructions. He was caught off guard when he heard Kristine Dawson's shaking voice. He had known her for a few years now, and this was the first time he ever heard her sound this fearful.

He let Kristine talk for just a few moments, but stopped her when she began repeating herself. "Kristine, listen. Kristine, just stop for a moment. Where are you?" Bob shook his head and then snapped his fingers toward the other SEALs. "Okay, listen to me; you and Laura just sit tight. I want you to remain around other people as much as you can; don't go outside the building under any circumstances; I'm coming to get you, Kristine, just hang on."

Holiday slammed the phone down hard, then reached down into the ammunition can and took out four fully loaded clips and stuffed them into his pocket. Turning to the puzzled SEALs, he looked at them with a grim face. "Listen up, everyone. Someone just threatened Mrs. Dawson and Dvorska's girlfriend. They're scared shitless and we're going to go get them."

Carl ran over to the table and grabbed extra clips. "Stock up, guys. Now! Jenkins, Bissell; you're with me. Harley, Monk; you ride shotgun with Senior. Move it, gentlemen!"

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Kristine held Laura close as she scanned the busy corridor full of tourists. With their backs up against the wall, they both turned and looked in either direction as they search for two people; a grey-haired, little, old lady, and Senior Chief Bob Holiday.

She glanced down at her watch. Bob had hung up the phone twelve minutes ago. "It'll be just a few more minutes, honey, before Bob gets here. Don't worry, we'll be alright. Just stay calm and we'll be home before you know it," Kristine babbled as she continued to search the crowd. "Sure could use one of those council guys right about now."

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Two black sedans screeched to a stop just in front of the lower entrance doors of Waterside Festival Marketplace. As the doors flew open, six burly men wearing camouflage fatigues jumped out and scanned the area, then they all moved to the brick covered entrance way.

Bob Holiday turned to his hastily assembled team. "Carl, you got point. Look for them somewhere near Quinn's; Harley, you got rear security. This isn't a fucking drill guys; move!

Carl progressed quickly to the door, his eyes roaming back and forth. "Team, on my ass; now!"

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Laura kept looking around, trying very hard not to show how scared she really was. "He's not coming is he? Maybe Nadia got to him before he could get to us?"

Kristine squeezed her tighter. "Nonsense, Honey. He'll be here, I know he will."

The two women kept looking for their SEAL friend, but Kristine knew it would be difficult to find him amongst all the moving people. She held her friend close as she scrutinized the throng of people. Suddenly she saw a tall black man dressed in military fatigues followed by five more SEALs dressed just like him. She nudged Laura and reached her hand as high over her head as she could; waving franticly. "Carl, over here!"

The six men moved even faster through the crowd; moving people out of their way as gently as they could. When the group reached their intended targets, both women clung to Carl and Bob. The rest of the men formed a protective shield, glaring at anyone who stopped and stared.

Bob pushed Kristine back, holding her at arm's length. "You two okay? Are you able to move?"

Kristine sighed as relief began to fill her. "God, I'm glad to see you, Bob. Get us the fuck out of here."

"Carl, you got Laura; I'll take Kristine. Jenkins, Monk; you got package security. Bissell, get us back to the cars; move!" Bob ordered his team with a gruff voice.

Four SEALs surrounded the two women as Jenkins led them through the crowd. Petty Officer Harley stayed a few feet behind the group, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was following them with intent to start something they would be sorry for in the morning.

It only took a few moments to reach the exit doors. As Greg Bissell pulled the door open, he stepped to the side and allowed the others to step out into the bright sunny afternoon. Jenkins was the first to exit and moved to the passenger side door; Monk did the same for Holiday's car.

As Kristine was about to slide into the seat, she backed up quickly and began looking around at the people walking down the sidewalk. "Bob, we've got a problem."

As the SEALs heard Kristine's statement they all began looking around, hoping not to have to pull out their weapons in public. Bob placed his rough hand on Kristine's back just in case he would have to push her to the ground for safety. "What's the matter, Kristine? We need to go!"

Kristine looked once again in the back seat; the wooden cane presenting a menacing omen. "That's her cane, Bob, she knows you're here."

"I don't understand. Whose cane?" Bob asked as he kept scanning the surroundings.

Kristine took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out. "Nadia Karpov."

His intense training was the only thing keeping him from losing control of the tense situation. "We can't trust the vehicles, guys. Carl, you and your group take that taxi over there; we'll take Kristine in this one ahead of us. Meet us at Dawson's house and if you run into any trouble – kill anyone getting in your way."

The two groups separated and moved quickly toward their objectives. After the two cabs pulled away, a stunning blond haired woman stepped out from behind a nearby tree. Nadia watched the vehicles leave the area, as the men in both taxis peered out the rear window.

"That should rattle their cages a bit," she said with an evil laugh as she turned to walk down the busy sidewalk toward downtown Norfolk.




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The Chosen One Ch. 04



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Candrea sat at the glass topped table next to the hotel pool, sipping her water and staring at the patrons swimming. The albino werewolf set the water down and turned her eyes toward the oceanfront just beyond the large black metal fence that surrounded the area.

She wasn't looking at the rolling waves, as much as she was looking through them, as if her mind was drifting away along with the retreating water. A voice just behind her caused her to jump in her seat, as she turned and saw Jim Gordon behind her. "Damn it, Gordon, don't sneak up on me like that!"

Jim pulled a seat out and joined the Australian woman at her table. He wore faded jeans and a short sleeved shirt, but looked out of place with his brown felt cowboy hat. Pushing the hat back on his head, he looked at the jumpy woman with a puzzled expression. "Where in buzzards glory is your mind, Candi? You should have sensed me the moment I opened the door over there."

Candrea ignored the question as she fidgeted in her seat. "Where's Eduardo? He should have checked in hours ago."

Jim laughed at her annoyance. "He didn't want me to tell you this, but he lost Kevin and his human friend on the freeway. He gave up and came back here; then he hooked up with a cute little filly and I haven't seen him since."

Candrea snapped her head toward her fellow council member with a stern look on her face. "That man is getting on my last nerve. I don't think he fully understands the situation here." Her low, angry tone caused Jim to retreat into his seat a little.

"I don't know what burr you have under your saddle blanket there, Candi, but you know as well as I do, going off with your pistols half-cocked isn't going to solve any problems. You know that old saying, 'you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink'."

Candrea's eyes shot to the door as her senses picked up Eduardo entering the pool area. "No, but I can drown the fucker if he doesn't!"

The Brazilian walked over and stood behind the seething woman. Placing his large manicured hands on the back of Candrea's chair, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. He was startled a bit as she spun in her chair and glared up at him.

"How could you lose two people on a freeway? Are you trying to fail, or are you just that incompetent?" Candrea spat out.

"Good afternoon to you, too. Are you sure you're not a redhead in disguise?"

Jim Gordon pulled his hat down over his face as he saw the anger rising within his friend. "Nothing like being bare foot in the desert and poking a stick at a rattler," he mumbled.

Eduardo sat down, but as he did, he leered at the scantily clad women who were swimming in the pool. They in turn all stared at his shirtless upper body as they talked back and forth amongst themselves. He turned back to Candrea who was leaning forward, a threatening scowl on her tanned face.

Running his fingers through his curly, jet-black hair, the male model pushed her even further. "I don't know why you are so worried, my lovely friend. He seems more than capable of handling any trouble that comes his way. I highly doubt the Dark One will try anything in a public place."

"You moron! If she gets the medallion, she won't care if it's public or not. Since we don't know what is going on because Mr. Dvorska hasn't contacted us, I think it's time we have another little chat with the Chosen One," Candrea replied as she sat back and tried to control her temper.

Eduardo moved to get up from his seat, but the Alpha female held up her hand to stop him. "I'll be taking Jim with me, thank you very much. Why don't you stay here and see if there's another human you want to flirt with, feel up, and then fuck for fun." 

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Adam Dawson checked the rear view mirror as he drove down Shore Drive toward the Virginia Beach area. He hadn't seen the tail from the council member since leaving the freeway before the meeting in the woods, but he was still cautious.

He looked over to the passenger seat and saw Kevin going over the single slip of paper that Admiral Olmstead had placed in his palm just before the meeting was over. He chuckled to himself as he saw the puzzled look on his friend's face. "What's the matter, little buddy?"

Kevin checked his side mirror and scanned the cars behind him, then looked at his best friend. "Even if this is a true copy of the President's itinerary for the next three weeks, I still don't know how we're going to pull this off without getting Walker hurt."

Adam gave a laugh as he turned the car right, and headed down an old street to throw off any unwanted company. "You know one of those guys at the meeting today, Chris Brooks?"

"Yeah, so?

Adam made a quick left and doubled back down Shore Drive. "Well, I heard a rumor a while back that a SEAL team was chosen to go over internal security in the White House. I think Chris knows more than he's actually told us."

Kevin folded the paper up and shoved it into his pocket. "So you think we can really pull off the hit of the century?"

"Hey, have I ever steered you wrong?" Adam asked with a smile.

Kevin chuckled as the memories of previous missions flooded his thoughts. "Wow, where do I start with that one -- Sir?"

Adam punched Kevin's shoulder as he drove down the road. "Shut up, smartass. How about we take the girls out for a night on the town? After a day of shopping, I bet they're going to want to unwind someplace quiet."

"Sounds like a plan, Boss. Think we can lose the council guys again?"

"Without a doubt. As stupid as they seem, I don't see a need to have them around," Adam replied as he once again checked the rear view mirror.

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Two cabs pulled into the driveway of the Dawson's residence. The trip from Waterside to Virginia Beach hadn't taken long, but the drivers were very happy when they had reached their destination. A total of six men jumped out of the yellow vehicles and searched the area as two women remained in the center of the back seats.

Bob Holiday bent down with his hand out and asked Kristine for her house keys. After getting them, he tossed them to Carl Werner. With a knowing nod of his head, Carl took four SEALs with him and approached the front door. "Bissell, Monk; upstairs. Harley, you're with me, lower level. If it's not a SEAL; kill it."

The four trained men entered the home of Adam Dawson, weapons pulled out and seriousness about their movements. As Bob monitored the surrounding area, he heard the driver's nervous voice. "Listen, I don't know who you guys are, but could I just have the money for the fare and get the hell away from you people before I get shot?"

Bob leaned in quickly and gave the driver a hard look. "The meter's running, so shut the fuck up and sit there quietly. We'll be out of your hair in a few minutes," he growled.

It was just mere moments later when Carl appeared at the front door and signaled to Bob that the house was clear. Bob checked the area one more time and then tossed some money on each driver's seat. He gave a nod to the other SEAL guarding Laura and held his breath as both women stepped out into the sunshine.

The two men hurried the women into the house as the cabs pulled out of the driveway. Bob turned and watched as the cars quickly sped away. He stepped back inside and locked the door, making sure to place the chain in its holder.

The veteran SEAL turned to look at the two women now huddled on the couch. "Where's Adam and Kevin?"

Kristine took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "They're -- they're at -- a meeting."

Holiday moved to the front window and pulled the shade aside, looking outside for any unwanted guests. "What meeting? Can you get in touch with him? When's it supposed to be over?"

Kristine looked at the faces of the gathered men and knew she had to watch what she said. The only other person she knew she could trust was Carl, but the other SEALs were new to her. "It's a meeting -- Bob -- you know; a meeting."

He released the shade and looked back at his former team leader's wife. Her look of both fear and apprehension told him exactly what she didn't want to say. He turned his gaze towards the other men and knew when the new head of SEAL Team Six got back, they shouldn't be around. "Monk, get on the phone and contact the duty office. Get a van out here with a bomb dog to pick you guys up, then head back to Waterside and check out our vehicles."

"Aye, aye, Senior Chief," he replied as he moved to pick up the phone.

Bob calmly moved over to the two women so as not to frighten them any further. "Where's your car parked at down at Waterside?"

"Top level of the parking garage just across the street," Kristine mumbled.

After getting the required information, he turned to Petty Officer Bissell. The older man leaned in and gave him instructions on what needed to be done, as the younger one nodded in compliance. Once he was sure that the young SEAL knew what was expected of him, Bob went to the kitchen.

Laura looked at the five men standing in the living room, their weapons down at their sides. If it weren't for the reoccurring vision of Nadia's hideous face, she would have felt secure around the highly trained men. Her nervousness increased as she watched Bob walk back in carrying two glasses half-filled with bourbon.

Bob held the glasses in front of Laura and Kristine and gave them a reassuring smile. "Drink that, it'll help calm your nerves."

Kristine grabbed hers and downed the burning liquid in one gulp. Laura on the other hand leaned closer to Kristine while shaking her head. The older woman saw her refusal and wondered if she was going to tell Bob about the pregnancy. Even though she could have said something, it was still Laura's decision to volunteer the information.

When Laura didn't speak up, she grabbed the other glass and took a drink. She shook her head as the bourbon heated her body. "Thanks Bob, I needed that," she told him, setting the drink down on the table.

The Navy SEAL knelt down in front of the two women; his smile remained as he tried to coax out some information about Nadia. "So you want to fill me in on why some biochemist scared the shit out of you?"

Kristine looked at the other men standing guard over them, and then back to Bob. Holiday turned to look at the others, his smile vanishing. "Carl, stay here with me. The rest of you pair up and do a perimeter sweep. Stay outside and wait for the van if the area is secure."

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Candrea slowed the car to a stop as she waited at the red light. She watched the crossing traffic for any sign of Kevin's car, and then checked her mirror to see if anyone was trying to follow them. Annoyed, she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, her anger at finding no one home at Kevin's house rising within her.

Jim Gordon shook his head as he looked at his fellow council member, then out his window to watch the pedestrians walking along happily. "You really should control your temper, Candi. Just because he wasn't home, doesn't mean he's in trouble. For all you know, the poor boy is tossing back a couple of cold ones somewhere."

The light turned green and Candrea stomped on the accelerator. "We should be at Dawson's house in a few minutes. I would appreciate it if you'd shut up about my fucking temper until we get there. If the little son of bitch is there, you can warn him all you want about my temper."

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Now that the other SEALs had left, Bob sat across from the two women as he listened to Kristine talk about their encounter with Nadia. Even though she was talking about the specific timeline of events, he felt as if she was purposely leaving out some key details of the confrontation.

Carl walked back into the living room, having checked the back door and yard. He placed his weapon in the back of his pants and straightened his shirt over the handle. "I think she's just trying to get our attention, Kristine. The entire CIA is looking for her and she just shows up and threatens you two? She's got to be planning something, or she wouldn't have taken the risk."

Bob studied the two women then sat back in his chair. "As much as I hate to agree with anything Carl ever comes up with, he's got a point, Kristine. Maybe she's found a few new friends to help her since we took out her little band of werewolves."

Kristine took another drink of the burning liquid and shook her head. "I can't be sure of anything right now, Bob. I just want Adam home, soon."

Senior Chief Holiday was just about to press her for more information on Nadia, when a loud knock on the door startled him. Jumping to his feet, Bob placed himself between the two women and the front door. He nodded to Carl as he readied his Sig Sauer in front of him.

Carl looked out the peephole and saw a blond haired woman and some guy with a cowboy hat. It made him nervous as he watched them scanning the area in front of the house. When the woman turned toward the front door, she knocked again, but with more anger in her actions.

He turned to Bob and gave him hand singles to indicate the new threat just outside the door. As he watched his Senior Chief pull back the hammer on his weapon, Carl did the same. "Yes, can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Kevin Dvorska, and who the fuck wants to know anyway?" he heard the harsh female voice respond.

"Sorry, he's not here. Why don't you come back tomorrow?" Carl was peering through the small hole as he watched the woman glare in anger.

"Now listen to me, whoever you are, I know Dvorska's girlfriend and Dawson's wife are in there. Now open the fucking door or I'll break it down!"

Carl looked over at Bob as he motioned toward the door. Slowly, he released the chain; then with a quick move he threw the door open and grabbed the woman by the front of her shirt. She was startled at the aggressiveness and had no time to react.

The large black SEAL flung her towards Bob as he pointed his weapon at Jim Gordon and motioned for him to enter. As Candrea stumbled in, Bob shoved her to the floor and placed the Sig against her temple. The whole take down took only seconds.

Kristine was so shocked as she watched the two veteran SEALs perform their individual actions, she didn't have a chance to stop them. "Bob, wait. She's part of..."

"Your name, or I'll blow your brains out all over the carpet, Lady."

Candrea knew she could change right there and kill the arrogant human, but she also knew that would bring an unwanted visit from Franklin. "I suggest you let me up before I really lose my temper."

Bob pushed the muzzle of the weapon harder against her temple. "Wrong answer," Bob growled back.

Kristine jumped up and grabbed Bob's shoulder, trying to pull him off the dangerous she-wolf. "Bob, stop! She's -- she's like Kevin!" As the words left her mouth, she knew she blurted out too much information about the two uninvited guests.

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Adam slowed down as he approached the house. When he noticed an unknown car parked in his driveway, and the front door open, he pulled the car over hard next to the curb. "Something's wrong, Kev. You take right side," he ordered as he opened his car door and pulled out the Eagle.

Kevin did the same and moved quickly to the corner of the house. He looked over at Adam, then back to the front steps and open door. He inhaled deeply and then looked back at his friend. Giving him hand signals, he indicated six people in the front room, two of them being werewolves.

As quietly as they could, they both chambered a depleted uranium round and pulled the hammers back. Moving with deft steps, they charged through the open door, prepared to fire, when they observed Carl and Bob train their own weapons to the front door. The tense standoff lasted only a second before the four men lowered their weapons and let out a sigh of relief.

Bob released his hold on Candrea, and moved toward Adam. "Nice to see you, Boss. Let me tell you, it has been one hell of day," he said as he shook his old Team Leader's hand.

Adam placed his Eagle in the back of his pants and shut the front door. He looked up just in time to see his wife running toward him. She flung herself against him, pressing herself against his muscled body. After a few moments, he pushed her back gently. "Are you okay, Baby? What happened today? Why are Bob and Carl here?"

Kevin moved toward Laura, but as he passed Candrea, she gave him a scalding look. He ignored her, knelt down in front of his soul mate, and gently held her hand. She couldn't hold the emotion in as she grabbed him and wept uncontrollably.

He knew something bad had happened to make her so distraught, and turned to look at the blond werewolf. "I hope for your sake, you aren't the one who upset her."

Candrea smoothed out her rumpled hair, but kept her glaring face towards him. "I don't know what happened today. I just got here and this idiot pushed me to the floor and stuck a gun at my head."

Bob checked the safety on his weapon and then slid it into his pocket. With an arrogant smile he turned to the angry woman. "You threaten to break down a door when I'm on the other side, and I'll put you in a kennel next time."

Candrea was about to reply to his threat, when Jim walked over and stood between them. "You better pull back those reins, missy, besides, he's right."

"Hey, Adam, you got any beer in this place, or don't you drink anymore?" Carl asked, trying to break the tension choking off the air in the room.

Adam moved his wife over to the recliner, and looked at his friend. "Set everyone up, Carl. Let's find out what the hell is going on around here." He looked at Candrea and Jim. "And you two better have a lot more answers than you did the first time around."

As the beers were passed around, Kristine began telling her husband about the encounter. She purposely left out the part about Nadia showing her true self, which had caused them to be more scared than normal. Once she was done, she took a long drink and sighed.

Adam sensed there was something more, but didn't push the issue as he stood up and went over to Bob. Grabbing his hand, he shook it hard. "I guess I owe you one, Shipmate. I figure Kevin and I can handle it from here."

"Sure thing, Adam. If you need me or the guys for anything, you know where to find us."

As if on cue, Kevin, Candrea, and Jim turned and looked toward the driveway. They couldn't see anything, but their senses went into defense mode. Adam moved to the window and peered out. Kristine's car was now out front along with a black sedan. When he saw two men approach the house wearing camouflaged fatigues, he turned to Holiday. "Two guys in cammies, they with you?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I was trying to weed out guys and get a team built up when Kristine called. Now I know how you felt looking for a point man," Bob said as he and Carl moved to the front door.

Turning to Kristine, he gave her a soft smile. "Kristine, this old husband of yours leaves you hanging again, you give me a call." He then turned to Candrea where she sat on the other side of the room. "Lady, next time ask, don't yell. I'm pretty sure you'll get better results."

Adam shut the door behind them and locked it. After placing the chain on, he turned to his wife. He crossed his arms over his powerful chest, his biceps straining the taut material of his shirt. "Now how about you telling me what really happened? A highly trained CIA Intelligence Officer doesn't call for a SEAL team to get her and her friend out of Waterside unless it's really bad."

Kristine toyed with her drink. She had no idea how to tell him what she had seen. She knew there was at least one person who had an idea of what they had just encountered and she cast her eyes toward the female werewolf. "Whatever she is, I think you have a better understanding of it than I do."




The Chosen One Ch. 04



"I'm not at liberty to discuss that issue without going through..."

Laura leaned forward toward Adam. "Her face changed, Adam. One minute she was a little old lady, and then the next -- well -- the only way I can describe it is -- evil."

Kevin kept his eyes down as he listened to his lover. His mind flashed back to the meeting with Gabriel, as he told him of a fallen angel, bent on destroying the human race. Then to the guardian angel who had watched over him as he lay dying in a hospital. 

He remembered promising the young angel about keeping the secret of what he knew about his own identity and the knowledge of what he was now going to have to face. His inner turmoil did not go unnoticed by his best friend.

"You got something you want to share with us, Kevin? Some kind of -- thing -- just scared the shit out of your future wife and you aren't jumping out the front door to find it," Adam asked in a low tone.

Kevin remained silent as he continued to gaze down. He couldn't look Adam in the eye and lie to him; they had been through too much together. "I don't know what's happening. I'm just glad Laura and Kristine are alright now."

Adam Dawson perceived something in Kevin's voice. It wasn't what he had just said, but more like a nervous tone as if he was hiding something. He moved over to a nearby table and set down his beer. The others in the room could feel the tension building as they remained quiet, but studied Adam's changing facial expressions.

Kristine saw the look in his eyes first as he approached Kevin. She knew he was becoming angry. "Adam, maybe we should..."

The muscular SEAL commander shot her a stern look, silencing any thoughts she might have. He continued slowly toward his friend, a friend that he'd fought beside, but now his friend was acting as if none of that mattered. Since he had heard what happened at the restaurant, his friend had hardly said anything. Now, he couldn't even look him in the eye.

Adam stood over the younger SEAL, but kept his arms at his sides. He waited for Kevin to raise his head, but he continued to stare at the floor. "You know; if you're going to lie to me, at least have the fucking guts to do it to my face." Adam's voice was kept low, but his growing anger reverberated throughout the room.

Kevin remained with his head down. Even if he did reveal the truth, how could his team leader ever believe him. "I don't know what is happening. Maybe it has to do with that scroll thing."

Adam had reached his limit on hearing half-truths and dodging questions. It took just seconds to reach forward and place his powerful hand around Kevin's throat, pushing him back in his chair. He could hear his wife and Laura gasp in shock at his actions. He knew he was right about his assumptions when Kevin made no move to defend himself.

Candrea rose quickly and moved behind the man who was attacking the one person they were told to protect. "Let him go, Mr. Dawson." Her voice sounded more like a growl than a human female.

Adam's eyes remained locked on Kevin. "How about I put it to you this way, my old friend. Nadia is fucking around with MY wife. Now what the fuck is she, Kevin?"

Candrea's voice became even more menacing. "I said, let him go -- now."

"Shut the fuck up, Bitch, this is between me and him," he replied, with still no retaliation from Kevin.

He could hear the yelps of fear behind him from Kristine and Laura. They could only be caused by one thing, and he saw Kevin's eyes shift to look behind him then back up to his. He remained defenseless as he looked at his team leader.

With practiced speed, he released Kevin and turned around, but as he did, Adam pulled out the Desert Eagle and pointed it at the large white snout of Candrea Lacson. Even though her large sharp teeth were bared, and she released a low growl of annoyance, he stood his ground and kept the weapon pointed at her head.

Jim was leaning against the wall as he watched the actions of all the others. He knew from experience that watching and listening revealed more of what was truly going on in any circumstance. At first, he didn't think the human had it in him to pull the trigger, but as he watched the resolute man and the non-actions of the Chosen One, he began to have his doubts.

He took a step away from the wall, but was careful of his tone so as not to heighten the tension of the situation any further. "Nice moves, partner. I have to tell you though, I don't think that will stop her, and I'm fairly confident that I can get to you before you can fire again."

Adam kept his gaze on his target. "Well, there you werewolves go again; thinking you already know everything in life and are indestructible. I've personally seen one of these rounds push a full grown wolf back four feet." Then he glared harder at the large white wolf in front of him. "Trust me; you're not that fast, sweetheart."

Kevin got up from his seat and stood next to Adam. As he laid his hand on the extended arm, he pushed down slightly while he stared at the angry wolf in front of him. When Adam lowered the weapon, Kevin moved around the werewolf form of Candrea and studied her. He knew that a person's hair color determined the color the werewolf's fur would be, but he had never thought about an albino wolf before.

He knelt down next to her massive head and looked down the length of her now muscular form. As he brought his lips up to her long pointed ear, he spoke in such a low tone that he knew only she could hear him. "You've got pretty nice lines for a female, but know this; if you ever change and threaten my friend again, I'll rip you into so many pieces it will take Franklin a month to put you back together for burial."

Kevin stood up and looked at his frightened mate. He smiled at her, trying to reassure her that she was in no danger. "You and the baby okay?"

Laura glared at the massive form that remained in the middle of the living room. "I hope our child is a werewolf, because when he gets older, I'm going to sick him on her for doing that without warning."

Kevin gave a small chuckle. "Yep, that's my girl."

Adam tucked his Eagle away and moved over to pick up his beer. After taking a long pull off the bottle, he looked at Kevin. "So, are you ready to enlighten us on what you know, or do we start round two?"

"You won't believe me," Kevin said as he sat back down.

Adam laughed out loud and almost doubled over from the irony of the situation. "You're kidding, right? I've got a werewolf for a best friend; I've got another one in the middle of my living room looking to squat and mark her territory."

When Candrea heard the comment, she turned her head and released a low growl. Adam ignored the gesture and continued. "Oh, and you were supposed to be dead after the last mission, but an hour later you were walking around like nothing had happened. I'm willing to go on a little faith here."

Kevin sighed and looked down at the glaring beast in the middle of the room. She wasn't baring her teeth any longer, so he began to wonder if she had truly calmed down. He also wondered if her temper would flare again, once he revealed the secret the council was hiding. "Are you going to stay like that the rest of the night, or would you like a drink and talk this over?"

In the blink of an eye, Candrea collapsed on the floor. The others looked on as her human body lay there, her torn clothes covering some of her attractive body. As she rose to her knees, her shirt fell further open, revealing her soft breasts and pointed nipples. "I don't care what you think of us, but you shouldn't do this; it's too much for them to understand."

Kevin only stared back with a bored expression. "First off, Candrea, in the hallway is a closet, go get a jacket or something and cover up. Second, I've known these people for a long time; you let me be the judge of what they can and cannot understand." 

"So what is she, Kev?" Adam asked.

Kevin took a deep breath and looked his friend in the eyes. "A fallen angel."

Kevin began to tell the group about what had happened that night at the hospital in Aviano, Italy. To the group's credit, they remained silent as he described the meeting between his deceased family members and the archangel, Gabriel.

He questioned his own judgment when he began to reveal that John Henry Balch, the SEAL medic, who had been part of the team, was actually another angel. A guardian angel that had volunteered to watch over them as they had fought to regain control of the virus that could have destroyed all humanity. Adam's eyes grew large and he gasped in shock as all of this was revealed.

Kevin picked his beer up and took a long pull. After placing it on his leg, he stared at the group one by one to gauge their reactions. "He's also the reason I think Laura's scars are gone and she's starting to grow hair." He turned to his lover. "I, for one, think John did a good job, it's coming in quite nicely now, dear."

Adam sat there, dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open slightly. "I -- I can buy the whole death thing, but a guardian angel keeping up with a SEAL team is a bit much to swallow."

Candrea shifted in her seat as she tried hard not to glare at Kevin. "I tried to tell you it was too much for them."

Kevin reached over and pulled a drawer open on the side table. He retrieved a book containing the recipients of the nation's highest award, along with a small note in it. He tossed it to Adam and smiled. "While we were on our way home from Langley after the Pandora mission, he came to the house and gave Laura that to give to me. Can you explain how he could do that, three weeks AFTER we blew him and Garrett up in a warehouse in Ramsgate?"

Adam opened the book and read the note that John had written, explaining why he had been chosen to help the SEALs. He placed the book on the couch next to him and slowly looked up at Laura. He couldn't deny the small miracles that had happened around them.

He turned to Jim Gordon, who sipped his beer, but remained silent. "How do we beat her?"

Jim shrugged his shoulders as he looked back at Adam. "You're asking the wrong deputy there, Wyatt Earp. As far as I know, we have to keep Kevin alive until Christmas. After that, it's his rodeo."

Adam then turned to Candrea. "Listen, you and I have gotten off on the wrong foot. I know you're here to protect Kevin, but if we can't figure out how to fight this bitch, then what's the use. How about we put our heads together and help each other figure this out?"

Candrea stared at him hard. Franklin had told her not give out too much information and just to keep watch. She didn't know why the Dark One would come after Kevin's mate, but she was sure it would not be the last time. "Atsuko, the Asian female with us, is the only one of us who can read the scroll. She has spoken of three clues that will help the Chosen One defeat her."

Kevin leaned forward and stared at the female lycanthrope. "One of them is the medallion, isn't it?"

"Yes, Kevin, it has to do with something about light and being born again. There is something written on the scroll about light as well. It says, 'Triumph is within the light', but before you ask, I have no idea what that means."

"Does the scroll talk about the third one, or do we have to hunt for the damn thing," Adam asked.

Candrea looked over at Jim as he shook he head not to tell them. Against her better judgment, she continued. "The one who can truly see, holds the future's key."

Adam leaned back and stared at the ceiling. "Three separate clues with no meaning, no reason." He then looked at Kevin who was busy searching the floor with his eyes, trying to come up with an answer himself. "I don't get it Kevin; you have to look at something, or find a key? A key to what?"

"Hell, Boss, I'm still trying to figure out the first two. Light, it keeps talking about light. I guess I have to fight the bitch in the day time, but then why place the date at 12:01 a.m. Christmas Day?" Kevin placed his head in his hands and rubbed his face.

Laura sat quietly as she pondered what the others were discussing. She understood that Nadia wanted Kevin dead so she could get the medallion, but then why the whole scene in the restaurant? Her mind flashed back to what Nadia had done to Franklin; two mere human women were no match for her. Why had she threatened them and then walked away? Why had she left the cane in Bob's car?

The young female turned to the only quiet one in the room, Jim Gordon. "It doesn't make any sense. Why let us live if she's that formidable? You know something, don't you?"

Jim stayed against the wall as he took a drink of his beer. After putting the bottle down, he smiled at the young woman. The image of Franklin chastising him crossed his mind, but was soon replaced by the image of a desolate planet; free from all living things.

He moved forward and knelt down in front of the pondering female. "Well, Missy, if I wanted the posse to come after me on my own terms, I'd pick on the sheriff's girlfriend and force his play. I reckon we'll have to keep tabs on you two as well as Kevin, for the time being."

Kevin stood up and approached the cowboy. "I want you and the council to stop looking after me, and concentrate on the girls. I don't ever want a repeat of today's performance."

Jim looked over at Candrea as she fixed a jacket over her torn clothes. Then back up to Kevin. "If you get dead, because we were watching the girls, Franklin will have our heads hoisted higher than the flag at the Alamo."

Kevin laid his hand on the other werewolf's shoulder. "If I get dead, Doc Holiday; the world, as we know it anyway, will cease to exist. Not much use reprimanding the four of you after that, is there?"

SEAL Team Two briefing room, Little Creek, Virginia.

Adam Dawson and Jack Patrick walked through the heavy wooden door and looked around the large briefing room at the ten men dressed in plain clothes. Some of them wore hooded sweatshirts and shorts while some of the older SEALs choose tan slacks and collared shirts.

Lieutenant Patrick sat down near the front corner, while Adam moved toward the large white board that hung on the wall. The senior SEAL had eleven manila folders tucked under his arm. He turned to his team and studied their faces. Each one appeared emotionless as they waited for the briefing to begin.

Adam tossed the folders on the table and the men began passing them out. "Good morning, gentlemen. I took the liberty of compiling a set of photographs and area layouts of the target's home base."

HM1 Scott Ross was the first to speak up after opening his folder. "Why don't we call him what he is, you know, the President?"

Adam folded his arms across his muscular chest. "From this moment on we will refer to him as the target. I don't want anyone getting jumpy because of who he is; hell it's already creepy enough. In that packet, you will find a copy of the target's itinerary. That is what we have to work with."

Jack turned to the men as they studied the contents. "We will be divided into two teams. I will run Blue team, and Adam here will be in command of Gold. The members of each team will be decided after we train up a bit and see where the best fit is for everyone."

"Okay guys, here's the reality of the situation. It's almost impossible to breech the White House, and even harder to get out if we do. I'm open to suggestions," Adam said as he placed his hands on the table.

Kevin stared at the photo of the roof. "How about a HALO to the roof? It looks like we might be able to get in using the ventilation ducts."

"Extremely low percentage. At least four snipers are stationed there at all times; not to mention about a hundred cameras," Adam replied as he shook his head.

Greg Swanson kept looking at the photo of the front entrance. "We could walk in with one of the tour groups. At least we'd be inside."

"No traces, remember, Chief? They would get our faces on video."

One team member of the elite force was jumping back and forth between two separate photos and the itinerary. As Adam studied the man, he noticed he was paying particular attention to the photo around Liberty Square. "Chris, why do I get the feeling that you already know how to take the target out?"

Construction Electrician First Class Chris Brooks paused for a moment then looked up at the team leader with a smile. "It's almost at the end of the allotted time, but I think the perfect opportunity will be when he does the surprise photo op with the kids touring the IRS building."

Adam shook his head at the thought. "There is no way we are going to put a group of kids in any kind of danger. Simulated or not, I'm not willing to chance it."

Chris chuckled a bit. "We don't have to. The itinerary says -- surprise -- photo op, and there's only one way to do that."

The team leaned back in their chairs as they all kept their eyes locked on the burly SEAL. "My guess is he'll use the escape tunnel that leads from the lower levels of the White House and exits on the ground floor of the IRS building."

Greg leaned forward and studied the photo of the IRS building next to the White House. "And I'm guessing you have a plan for getting to the exit door without being seen?"

"We won't be going anywhere near the IRS building, Chief." Then he turned to Adam who was looking on intently. "With your permission, Sir?"

Adam waved his hand toward his team member. "Don't let me stop you, you're on roll."

"There is one other tunnel that not many people know about. It was designed to infiltrate the White House in case of a hostage situation. In theory, A SEAL hostage rescue team would insert at Liberty Square through one of the manhole covers, enter the tunnel through the sewer system that runs underneath the streets, then retake the compound by killing all the bad guys."

Adam stood up and moved behind Kevin as he listened to the plan. "And you know these tunnels exist, how?"

Chris got a big smile on his face. "I helped dig it and put in the security system."

Kevin Dvorska shook his head as he reached into his pocket. After fumbling past his car keys, he pulled a wadded up twenty out and held it over his shoulder. Adam took the bill and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. Then he turned to Brooks who was still smiling. "Alright Chris, the whiteboard is all yours."

One week later, Fleet Training Center, Dam Neck, Virginia.

Adam pulled the keys out of the ignition and stepped out into the soft drizzle that was coming down. Even though the training base was secure and off the beaten path, he searched the area outside the two-story cement building. During the last week, there had been no sign of Nadia, but he knew not to take her for granted.

Stuffing his keys in his pocket, he walked the short distance from the parking lot to the double glass doors. Stepping through the first set, he shook the moisture off his powerful arms and reached over to the key pad access controller and entered the eight digit code. A low buzz could be heard and he pulled the frosted glass door open.

As he walked toward his office, he passed the door to the team's conference room. When he heard voices behind the slightly open door, he stopped and eased it open. As more of the room came into view, he saw Kevin Dvorska and Zack Miller at the end of the long table. They both had soldering wands as they worked on some kind of electrical components.

Without looking up, Kevin acknowledged his presence. "Hey, Adam, just because you're in charge doesn't mean you get to come in late all the time."

Adam looked around the room and saw a collection of old microwave ovens, transistor radios, and other electrical devices scattered around the room. The proven Team Leader walked over to another table along the wall and noticed a large plastic bag containing torn open packages of toy handguns. "Somebody want to explain all this junk you have in here?"




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Zack set the wand down and blew softly across the small circuit board he was working on. He looked up at Adam with a large grin. "You said sterile, and trust me, that shit is as sterile as it gets. I went through every garage sale in the area. All the devices are untraceable and me and Kevin can make what we need out of it."

"Good thinking, Zack. Um -- we're not thinking about taking out the target with toy handguns are we?" Adam asked as he picked up the light plastic gun.

Zack laughed and reached over for a bottle of water that sat nearby. "God, I hope not. Randy and Greg wanted as many as we could find; they're in the projector room cooking up something."

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Chief Randy Cross slid the magazine into the AR-15 assault rifle that was placed in a rack system. There were two such types of armory racks, each one containing eight weapons. Once he was satisfied with the angle the magazine was pointed at, he connected the small electrical wire to the one next to it.

Greg Swanson walked backwards, trailing another electrical wire with him as he went. Once he made it to a nearby table, he connected it to a car battery and waited for Randy to clear the area.

"You know, if this works, we're going to have to put a patent on this idea," Randy said as he put his goggles on and looked at the mounted assault rifles.

Greg lowered his own goggles as he picked up the detonation trigger. "Fuck the patent, Shipmate. If this works as planned, we need to look into moving to another country."

"Okay, Greg, moment of truth. Three -- two -- one..."

Suddenly the door opened and Adam stepped in. "What the hell are you two trying to figure out?"

The two Chiefs turned and smiled at their team leader as he shut the door and moved toward them. Adam looked over at the weapon racks and gave a puzzled look to the two senior SEALs. "I thought I made myself clear, we can't hurt the target. It looks like you're getting ready to blow him up."

Greg shot him a defiant stare, and then smiled. "If this works, he won't be hurt; but I bet he'll be laughing his ass off. This is an exact replica of the standby arsenal that Chris said was in between the two infrared security gates."

Adam still had a quizzical look as he went from the AR-15s and back to the men. "So you're going to use the Secret Service's own weapons against them?"

"Something like that. Why don't you take one for the team and stand in the middle of the two racks. If you get hurt, then I know we have to come up with another system of delivery," Randy said.

Adam picked up an extra set of goggles that lay on the table. He moved cautiously between the two racks, pulling the plastic safety device over his eyes and turning toward the grinning Chiefs. "Another system of delivery for what?"

Greg laughed. "For these babies; fire in the hole," he said loudly, then pushed the button.

It took a half a second for the electricity to find its way to the charges placed in the magazine tips. The loud concussion caused everyone's ears to ring as the objects shot out at Adam's hips and chest. It was human reaction to cringe and bring up his arms in a protective posture as his body was repeatedly hit.

The whole experiment took two seconds and Adam watched the two SEALs slap each other's shoulders in congratulations. Even though Adam was shocked from the assault, he checked his body for any injuries. When he was finished, he bent down and retrieved the rubber tipped toy dart and laughed.

Moving to the two laughing men, he pulled off his goggles and tossed them on the table, then licked the dart end and stuck it on Swanson's forehead. "Greg, you still have a warped sense of humor." Adam continued to laugh with them as he exited the room. 

Oval Office, the White House, Washington, D.C.

President Henry Walker leaned back in the plush leather chair, stretching his legs beneath the antique Resolute desk. He kept his eyes on his Chief-of-Staff, John Arnold, as he went over various fund raisers he should consider attending. Sitting next to him, was the senior Secret Service agent in charge of his safety at all times.

Kenneth Kleyn followed along as the briefing preceded, flashes of security issues flooding his mind. The veteran agent hated election years due to the massive amount of overtime and work force required to keep the most powerful man in the world safe from harm.

"...we could really stand to boost our ratings in Michigan, Mr. President. We took a beating there during the mid-terms and those two stops could do that for us," John said as he paused and looked up at his longtime friend.

Walker remained silent as he let the advice hang in the air. Finally, he leaned forward and looked down at the small desk calendar he had asked his secretary for, the small red X marks glaring at him. Since leaving the secret meeting in the woods, he had counted each day that his new SEAL team had failed to achieve their objective.

Kleyn's voice shattered his thoughts of the team's possible failure. "If we are going to Michigan, Mr. President, I'll need to know within the week so we can send the advance team to the hotels."

"What, oh sorry, mind drifted there for a moment. I don't know, John; the last time we went there the head of the party wouldn't stop kissing my ass." Walker reached out for his dark blue coffee cup and leaned back in his chair again.

John gave a slight chuckle as he closed his large binder. "You're the President of the United States. Everyone below you is an ass kisser."

"You think so? Wait a minute, you're below me," Walker shot back.

"Okay, almost everyone." John Arnold got up and the head of the Secret Service followed suit. "Toss it around, Mr. President, and we'll look at it again in a few days."

The two men moved toward the thick curved door that lead to the outer office. Ken grabbed the handle and opened it for his superior. The Chief-of-Staff exited and headed for the President's personal secretary, but Henry Walker's most trusted agent remained in the Oval Office.

He turned slightly and looked at the President as he rose from his desk and peered out the window. "Mr. President, I know you have a full day today, but I was wondering if I could have a few moments of your time alone."

Walker turned and moved away from the window. He held out his hand indicating they should take a seat on the two opposing couches placed in the middle of the rich brown-carpeted room. "Have a seat, Ken. The Joint Chiefs can wait a few more minutes."

The two men sat down and Walker crossed his legs and leaned back. Ken Kleyn had wanted to address an issue with the President ever since he had returned from Virginia. One issue was about the light security during his trip; the other was the President's actions after returning. "Permission to speak freely, Sir?"

"Christ, Ken, you know better than to ask me that. What's on your mind?"

Ken looked the President in the eyes hard. "You're safety, Sir."

Walker laughed. "You don't need permission to speak freely about my safety, and you know how I hate people beating around the bush."

"Yes, Sir. I get it that you wanted to escape for a few hours from the madness a few weeks ago. God knows I have the same thoughts every day. The problem I can't get my head around is your actions since returning."

Walker had a puzzled look on his face as he stared back at the muscular man across from him. "I don't understand; my actions?"

"Mr. President, I've been with the Secret Service for three different administrations. During that time, I have seen Presidents and Vice Presidents do some strange things, but ever since you got back from Virginia, you seem -- forgive me, Sir -- hell bent on spending as much time outside the White House as you can."

Walker waived his hand in the air, playing the accusation off with an excuse. "It's an election year, Ken; you know how this shit works."

"Yes, Sir, I do. I also know that no President has ever kept a calendar on his desk. He has a secretary who does that for him. For the last three years, that's been the norm for you. Now, you have one and for some unknown reason, you're marking off the days like you're waiting for something."

Walker laughed again as he tried to make is sound as real as he could. "Jesus, Ken, is that what has you nervous? I'm just trying to feel like a normal human being for a change." Walker stood up knowing that would cause the conversation to end. He didn't want to tip off the head of the Secret Service as to what was really happening.

"I tell you what, Ken. I'll get rid of it so you can sleep at night," Walker said as he moved toward his desk.

"That won't be necessary, Sir. Thank you for giving me a few minutes of your time, Mr. President," Ken responded as he moved to the door.

He grabbed the handle once again, but paused for moment. "One more thing, Mr. President, we have changed the route to the IRS photo shoot to the tunnel. The NRA is planning a huge rally against the crime bill at the front gate that day."

Walker spun around quickly as he glared at the agent. "No! I don't care if there's a nuclear bomb at the gate; I go outside."

Ken shook his head in disbelief as he pulled the door open. "Yes, Sir, no tunnel. I'll have capital police keep the protesters in the park.

Thanks to all for reading my chapter. Because I love my fan base so much, I have a special treat for everyone in the next chapter. As you have noticed, I am bringing up pieces of reference to the past submissions about Kevin and the gang. I think you all will be pleasantly surprised. Till next time. 



The Chosen One Ch. 05



Sorry for the length between postings, that silly thing called life got in the way again. Thanks to the editors and certain friends that helped make this one possible. I told everyone in the last chapter I would have a treat for you and I will keep my promise. The cameo appearance is used with permission. Actually, it had better be – she wrote it herself.




Kevin Dvorska checked the rearview mirror one final time before pulling into the condominium parking lot. He drove slowly to his assigned space, but backed the car in. This new tactic was necessary due to the present danger from Nadia. After stepping out of the car, he pushed the lock button and scanned the area. "No sign of her in weeks. Maybe we're all being over cautious?"

He walked to the door and inserted the key. When he pushed it open, the door suddenly stopped as the chain went taut. Placing his lips near the door, he called out. "Hey, Laura, it's me. Get the chain, will you?"

He saw no one, but the door closed anyway. The SEAL could hear the chain being released, and he could sense who was on the other side. He moved back slightly as the door opened and he saw a smiling Atsuko Kaneko. With her strict upbringing, she bowed slightly and stepped back.

The taller and more muscular man smiled back, and gave her a quick nod of his head. Just after he entered the living room, he was shocked to find a large black werewolf lying on its stomach; his front legs stretched out in from of him.

Kevin realized that his own werewolf instincts could detect another predator, but there was no way of knowing if the shape shifter would be in human from, or that of a perfect killing machine. The large beast raised its head and looked at the other wolf.

Their eyes only locked for a second before being interrupted by the small framed Asian female. "I am sorry, Sir. We were going to call but there is no way to get in touch with you. We needed to change the living arrangements slightly," Atsuko said as she bowed just in front of him.

"I see. What's the matter, Eduardo? Did you piss off Candrea again, or was it Kristine this time?" Kevin laughed at him as he moved toward the couch where Laura was lying back reading a book.

He bent down and kissed his lover on the forehead as she turned the page of the crinkled book. With the dog eared pages and creased cover, he could tell the book had been read more than once. Kevin cocked his head to the side as he stared at his future wife.

On any normal day, she would have jumped up and grabbed him, but today, she just scanned the pages as fast as she could. He kissed once more, but stayed close. "Hi honey, I'm home."

Laura lifted her head and smiled. "Hi, baby. I'm sorry, I'm right at a good part," she said as she rose to kiss him.

"That's okay, Laura. It's good to see you getting your mind off of things for a while. So, what has you so engrossed?"

Laura placed a marker in the book and closed it. "Atsuko was nice enough to lend me a book she had. I don't know what it is but I can't put the damn thing down. It's a story about vampires and soul mates and all kinds of good stuff."

Kevin laughed at her and stood up. He turned toward the kitchen to get a beer. "Well you're going to marry a werewolf, so why not read about vampires."

Pulling open the door to the refrigerator, he pulled out a beer then paused for a moment. He got large smile on his face, and retrieved another ice-cold bottle. He was still smiling as he reentered the living room.

Glancing down at the large form of Eduardo, he held out the extra beer. "If you go get a bowl, I'll pour you one." The massive head rose slowly off the floor. Even though he didn't growl, Eduardo bared his large, sharp canines; his muzzle wrinkling from the movement.

Kevin laughed at him as he set down the extra bottle. He looked over at Laura and saw she had returned to reading; her mouth slightly open and her eyes darting over the words. He gave a small chuckle and turned to Atsuko who was sitting in one of the recliners looking over the photos of the scroll.

He was about bring up the subject of the hidden clues, when he heard Laura moan softly. She was now squeezing her legs together as she turned the page quickly. He took a drink of his beer and then turned back to small female. "She's really enjoying that book, Atsuko. What's the name of it?"

She looked up from her photos and smiled politely at her charge. "I am sure she is, Sir. The title is 'Fighting the Inevitable' by Jaz Cullen."

Kevin Dvorska was stunned for the second time since arriving home. His mind flashing back to a few years ago during a Halloween party he and Adam had attended. Then back even further to a lovely woman that was tending bar at Heathrow airport one night. "That can't be the same woman. Can it?"

Kevin moved toward his mate quickly. He reached out and pulled the book out of her hands as he stared at the front cover. There on the bottom in large gold letters was the name of the author, Jaz Cullen.

Laura swung her feet off the couch and glared at him. "Hey, what's the big idea? You can have it after I'm done," she said in a stern voice.

Kevin ignored her as he flipped the book over. There on the back cover was a picture of a lovely woman with shoulder length black hair. She was sitting on a large boulder near a grass covered cliff; her purple sweater clinging to her shapely form. "Well I'll be damned," Kevin whispered.

Laura looked shocked as she stared at him. She reached up and ripped the book out of his hands. "It's not your kind of book, and since when did you start to appreciate my taste in literature?"

Kevin chuckled and joined her on the couch. He could tell she was upset with him that he stopped her reading so he reached over and picked up her curled legs and placed them in his lap. As he rubbed her feet, he smiled at her. "I'll try to be more sensitive about your reading habits. I do agree she is talented, a lot of people buy her work."

Laura looked puzzled as she stared back. "How would you know about her work?"

Atsuko looked up and began following the conversation. The man before her didn't appear to follow any particular author or genre. She noticed the quirky smile on his face as he chatted with his mate. "Please forgive me if I am out of line, Sir, but she is correct in her assumption. You do not seem the type to read Miss Cullen's work."

Kevin took a small drink of his beer and then rested the bottle on his leg. His mischievous smile remained. "You're correct, Atsuko, I've never read anything she has put to paper, but I met her – twice."

The shocked women leaned toward him as he replayed the two meetings between himself and the now famous author. They listened with rapt attention as he described the last meeting where she met her publishing editor, Misty Turner, and how happy she was that her dream of publishing had come true.

Kevin finished off his beer and moved away from the couch to retrieve Eduardo's untaken beer. As he twisted the cap off, he looked down at the massive wolf that remained on the floor. He had his eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping, but what confused him was why he was in his true form?

He looked over at his counterpart as she stared at him, still a bit taken aback from the news of the author. "You know this isn't safe, being in our true form in the middle of the afternoon. What if that was one of the neighbors that walked in and caught a glimpse of him?"

Atsuko shook her head clear of the thoughts running around in her head. She bowed slightly and looked back at him. "With all due respect, Sir, are your neighbors accustomed to having a key to your front door? It is no secret that our senses as our true selves are enhanced tenfold. Candrea and James are taking turns at Mr. Dawson's house, just as we are, Sir."

"Oh I bet Kristine is just enjoying the hell out of that. I have to warn you, they piss her off, and I can tell you from experience, she won't hesitate to beat the hell out of them with a newspaper," Kevin said with a laugh. 

Suddenly, Eduardo released a low growl when he heard about Kristine's temper. Kevin laughed aloud and looked down at the unhappy werewolf. "I'll take that as confirmation that it was Kristine that you pissed off."

Kevin went back over to the couch and sat next to his future wife. When he saw her reading intently, he sighed and looked over at Atsuko who had returned to her photos. With all three of them happily doing something else, he knew it was going to be a long boring night. "So what's on the agenda for tonight? Can we play some spades, or maybe a board game?"

Laura looked up from her book and glared at her mate hard. "My vote is to get out of this house. Kristine and I have been cooped up like prisoners and I for one think it's getting old."

Kevin tried to smile at her but knew she was right. "Honey, you know Nadia is just waiting for us to do something like that. I'm not willing to put your life in danger because the bitch has a hard on for the medallion."

"Fine, I'll put it to you this way. I'm starting to run out of things that fit me. If I don't go shopping for maternity clothes soon, you'll be marrying me naked."

When Eduardo heard the comment about the wedding, his long pointed ears twitched back and forth and he rose off the floor to look at Laura. The hormonal female looked at him with a glaring stare. "Keep your knot in its sheath wolf, or I'll cut it off and give it to Candrea as a gift."

Atsuko placed the photos in her case and tucked it next to her chair. "Sir, if I may, Miss Laura does have a point about the confinement. Her irritation is increasing and it really is not healthy for your child."

"Her safety will be in question. I can't risk it."

"I think there is a way, Sir, which we can account for her safety. If we ask Mr. Dawson to join us, there will be three of our kind and your team leader. Those talents would be hard to overcome, even for the Dark One," Atsuko offered.

Kevin looked over at his wanting mate. She had a pleading look on her face as she placed the book next to her. He now realized that he was helpless to deny her anything. He looked at his watch and then back to Laura. "Okay, you win."

Laura moved over to him quickly and hugged him. He rubbed her back, but then moved her away so he could look at her. "Don't make me regret this."

Lynnhaven Mall, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

Two cars pulled next to each other in the crowded parking lot. After the engines stopped, both driver side doors opened and the muscular men stepped out into the fading light of day.

They carefully scanned the area; then both men looked inside their vehicles and signaled for the others that it was safe. As the passengers got out two women moved close to each other and locked arms, while the other two females joined the men in searching the area.

Laura looked up at her friend Kristine and smiled. "We're free at last. Want to go shopping?"

Kristine smiled back. "That's an understatement. I just hope the others can keep up."

Laura wore on a royal blue hooded sweatshirt with Navy imprinted on it across the front. Since it was Kevin's, it hung loosely on her petite form. The black spandex pants were the only thing she wore that showed off her true beauty. Given the fact that she was locked in arms with Kristine who wore a gray pants suit, she could have passed as a younger sister to the woman she considered her best friend.

Adam went over to his wife and touched her shoulder. "Listen up, you two. The very moment it looks like you're going to run off because of some sale, the deal is off and we go home. I don't like this any more than Kevin does, so you two escapees are on a short leash."

The two women smiled and then took off towards the entrance to Macy's at a fast pace. Candrea and Atsuko took off after them, their steps moving quickly as they tried to keep up.

Adam shook his head as he watched his defiant wife scamper ahead of him, then felt Kevin's hand on his shoulder. "You know something, Boss? I sure am glad you know how to lay the law down with your wife."

"Shut up, Kevin. You'll soon find out it's harder than it looks," he replied as he began walking toward the entrance door.

After walking through the doors, Adam began searching for the four women. The store was crowded and he noticed bright red sale signs on top of the clothing racks. He looked over his shoulder as Kevin followed him in. "Why do I get the feeling we picked the wrong entrance?"

Even though he couldn't see them, Kevin could sense them amongst the many displays. "I got them Adam; follow me."

The two Navy Seals found the women in the maternity clothing searching through the sale racks. Kristine and Laura were busy sorting through various items. One would hold up an article of clothing asking the other's opinion only to abandon it for the next item to catch her eye. Candrea and Atsuko remained close as they kept their eyes on the other patrons.

Adam and Kevin stood back; their powerful arms showing out of the short-sleeved shirts they wore. They watched the girls, then looked around at the others searching the racks. Kevin's eyes stopped on one bored husband who stood back and watched his own wife dig through the sweater pile.

While the women searched, Candrea moved next to Kevin; her eyes still scanning the crowd. "I have to be honest with you. I'd rather shop than watch, but since it's your mate, I'll make an exception."

Kevin shot her a puzzled look. "You strike me as a woman who would rather pick a fight, than shop. I'm surprised."

Candrea smiled for the first time that Kevin could remember since he had met her. "What woman doesn't like to go shopping?"

The group moved from display to display as both Laura and Kristine picked out tops, pants, and other items from the maternity section. With their arms full, both women darted toward the dressing rooms as their protectors tried to maintain close.

For the small group of werewolves and humans, it wasn't hard to blend in. Candrea and Atsuko stayed close but looked from racks, to patrons, and then back again. Kevin and Adam seemed like any other men near the dressing rooms; bored and looking around.

After Laura selected the items she wanted, she handed Kristine the stack of things to put back. Once they exited the dressing room, Laura stepped over to Kevin and kissed his cheek. "I love you, honey. Thanks for letting me out."

"Sure thing, baby, you know my motto; anything to make you happy," Kevin said with a hint of sarcasm.

After paying for the items, the small group entered the North wing with Laura and Kristine leading the way. When Candrea and Atsuko entered just behind them, they each took an area and quickly studied the moving patrons. With the two men behind the group, they appeared to be like any other group that was shopping; women looking for the best bargain, and the men looking for an escape route.

Kristine, with her methodical nature moved left toward the start of the corridor. With this approach, she knew the group only had a few shops to look at before turning around and continuing through the rest of the busy mall.

Passing by small stores, the two human women peered in the display windows as they walked arm in arm. Suddenly, something caught Laura's eye and she pulled her arm free of Kristine's and moved back to stand next to Atsuko. At first, the group thought Laura sensed danger, but when they began to chat excitedly, the Asian werewolf and the human ran off to a corner store named Barnes and Noble.

The others followed quickly behind them as the two women jumped in a line of people standing just outside the entrance of the bookstore. Kevin and Adam rapidly studied each person who stood in the line, looking for anything out of the ordinary. When Kevin looked over and saw a poster hanging on the outside of the store, he knew why the two women had suddenly rushed to join the crowd. 

Kevin moved to his mate's side. Grabbing her chin lightly, he turned her face toward him. "You run off like that again, and the deal is off. I will pick you up and haul you out of here."

Laura smiled and then took a step forward as the line progressed. "I know, sweetie, but after reading her work, I just can't help myself. I promise to behave from here on out."

Adam and Kristine joined the two lovers with puzzled expressions. "Why are we stopping at a book store?" Kristine asked.

Laura pointed to the poster in the window. "I'm almost finished with reading this author's first book and it is soooo good! I have to have the new one and I want her to sign it."

Kristine and Adam looked at the poster, and then looked at Kevin. "Is that the same Jaz Cullen that we met at that Halloween Party?" Kristine asked as Kevin nodded his head in answer.

Adam turned to Kevin, and in a low voice, brought up the fact that something was odd. "Don't you think it's kind of creepy that she was dressed as a Dark Angel at that party and now we're trying to avoid getting killed by the Dark One?"

**********

Her wrist ached and the size of the queue didn't appear to be getting any smaller. How could so many people still want a signed copy of The Council? She'd been here almost two hours already without a break, and it was hard to keep her eyes from drifting to the clock on the wall to the right of her. Five more minutes and she could have a brief respite; a cool half hour to herself before she would have to start the second round of signings.

Jaz tried to dampen down the feelings of guilt that threatened to overwhelm her because she wished she could just go home. By that, she meant return to her hotel room. This entire event was for her...her very first booking signing. She should feel grateful for the support of her readers, and she truly was, it was just...who knew being in the spotlight could turn into such a chore?

The constant questions, the need to smile at everyone, the ache in her wrist from the signings she'd already done...it was too much attention for someone who was used to being ignored for the most part unless she was required to pour a drink. Had it really only been three years since she'd been working the nightshift at Heathrow Airport, scribbling notes down on whatever scraps of paper she could find as she cleaned up after closing?

It felt like a lifetime ago that Kevin had walked into her bar and stopped long enough to set the seeds in her mind that would end up transporting her writing from a hobby to a full time career. Who knew that one random stranger entering a person's life could have such a dynamic effect? Not only had that stranger helped her focus her storyline for Fighting the Inevitable, but by some strange quirk of fate, he'd been at that fateful Halloween party where she had met with Misty and had her story signed up by a publisher.

Her handsome stranger had shown up twice in her life and things had gone spectacularly well for her. She wouldn't put it passed him to show up at her very first book signing.

Jaz fought down the urge to giggle at the thought and flashed a friendly smile to the next woman in line, politely asking who she wished the dedication to be made out too. Thinking of Kevin had given her an added impetus to remember her humble beginnings and give her readers the due care and attention they deserved...even if her cheeks felt like they would crack from the effort of smiling so much.

"I was curious Ms. Cullen, if you had some objection against tradition?" the next customer asked and she was startled out of her inner musings by a tall cowboy with brown eyes and hair. He was good looking with sharp intelligence in his eyes and she felt her heart give a little stutter as she gazed up at him. He didn't quite look like what she expected her average reader to be, however his question did intrigue her as it wasn't one of the standard ones she'd come to expect.




The Chosen One Ch. 05



"Not as a whole, just outdated ones. Did you feel that coming across in the book...?"

"Brian," he supplied, giving her a polite smile as she scribbled a dedication in his book. "At times I did feel that you harbored antipathy towards the more traditional elements of the vampire council."

Jaz fixed her smile on her face and handed him back the book. "Tradition for tradition's sake can be outmoded. If it accomplishes something productive I have no issue with it, however if it is detrimental to those that must follow the tradition then I'm a firm believer that it should be examined and if found wanting, updated to serve the greater good."

The look he gave her was thoughtful before he nodded and smile. "An interesting point of view. One I will think on long and hard. My thanks for your time, Ms. Cullen, and my best wishes for your future endeavors." 

As he turned to leave, the clock hand finally ticked over to the hour of her release...and Misty stepped forward and smiled apologetically to the people in line. "I'm sorry, but Ms. Cullen needs to take a short break for half an hour. However, she will be back to sign more copies of her novel so please do come back at 6:30." There were a few muttered groans and exclamations but for the most part the crowd took the news reasonably well. 

Jaz stood up gratefully, smiling more genuinely at the mainly female customers still waiting for their copy of The Council to be autographed. "I can't thank you all enough for taking the time to buy and read my books. I promise, I will sign every copy after this short coffee break. Please do return."

Laura leaned out from the crowd, her face twisting into a displeasured look. Her feelings of disappointment turned quickly to anger as she glared at the mature woman leading the author away. She turned towards Kevin as she felt his hand pulling on her arm; trying to lead her back out into the mall.

She pulled her arm back roughly. "No! I'm staying!

"Honey, we can't wait in line for the next hour. Now let's finish our shopping and get back to the safety of the house," Kevin replied as he returned the hard stare.

Adam felt uneasy as he listened to her raised voice. "Laura, keep your voice down. The last thing we need is unwanted attention, and you know Kevin's right. It's not safe to stay in one place too long."

"I said I'm staying," Laura shot back as she returned to her spot in line.

Smoothing down her deep purple sweater, she brushed a hand through her dark hair, and prepared to head into the back of the shop for her welcomed respite. The sound of raised voices closer to the door distracted her though and she glanced back at the group of men and women who had just made it into the actual shop before Misty called a halt to the proceedings.

Jaz stared at the group, a feeling of déjà vu overcoming her as she blinked in surprise. No! Really? It couldn't be...could it? Six foot of powerful male, sandy brown hair glistening under the direct light from overhead, stood arguing with a petite woman with short black hair. Surrounding them were other couples, some she recognized despite their lack of Halloween costumes and others she'd never seen before.

There was no mistaking Kevin Dvorska though, and there was no stopping her feet from starting off in the direction of the commotion.

"Jaz..." Misty called, but she was already sailing past the waiting line, almost running towards the Navy Seal.

"Kevin!"

His head whipped up and around, brown eyes widening in surprise for a moment, before a huge grin split his handsome face. "Hey, Jaz. I wasn't sure you'd remember me." His glance dropped back to the dark-haired woman at his side and he gave a sheepish smile to both of them. "Sorry for the uproar, Laura really wanted to get your autograph but we don't have time to wait or come back."

Jaz blinked again in surprise, staring from the other woman to the tall male, before her lips curved in a gentle smile. Kevin had found himself a soul mate! For some strange reason that made her day feel so much better. Given the genre she wrote it, there was something fitting in discovering her heaven-sent stranger had found where his heart belonged, as she had found the same with her writing.

"Friends never have to wait, Kevin, especially not you," she smiled. "I owe you so much, it's the least I can do to sign a book for your lovely lady." Turning her warm smile to Laura, she held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Jaz."

The young woman appeared startled at being addressed directly and appeared to shrink into herself though she did offer a tentative smile. "I'm so sorry about the commotion I made, I couldn't help myself. I couldn't believe it when Kevin told me he knew you." 

Jaz waved a hand in dismissal, smiling widely at Adam and Kristine whom she remembered from the Halloween party. "Nice to see you two again."

They greeted her warmly, letting Kevin play the main host of the group as he knew the author best.

"Jaz, this is Candrea and Atsuko, two friends of ours."

She turned her gaze to the other two women, a slight frown creasing her brow as she locked eyes with the taller, blonde woman. There was something vaguely familiar about Candrea, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. "Have we met, Candrea?"

The blonde shook her head in the negative, though her smile was quizzical. "I don't believe so, but I must admit for a moment there I thought possibly we had. But I never forget a face and I'm sure I would recall exactly where and when we'd met if we had."

The familiar feeling faded as the other woman spoke, her soft Australian accent sounding smooth and melodious. Jaz didn't recognize her voice so she figured she must have been imagining things and turned to greet the oriental woman who gave her a courteous bow.

Misty arrived at her side before she could say anything else, her publisher's eyes going round with surprise as she recognized, Kevin, Adam and Kristine. "Halloween a few years ago," she grinned, before shooting a reproving glance at her wayward author. "You need to be taking that break before you dive back into things."

"In a moment, Misty, please. I need to sign Laura's book for her. They need to go." Jaz held out her hand for the book, not surprised to find she still had her pen in her hand. It had felt as if it was permanently attached to her for the last two hours. "Any dedication?"

"Just 'to Laura' would be great thanks. I must admit I'm just reading Fighting the Inevitable at the moment. From the list inside, I have another two books to read before I start The Council."

"Misty, grab Kevin's contact information please. I'll autograph copies of all the others and have them sent to you." Jaz found herself liking the petite dark-haired woman, and she could see how much Laura meant to Kevin. Her shy smile and sparkling eyes was the least Jaz could do for Kevin's unknowing help in her career.

Signing the book, Jaz smiled back at Kevin, giving him a saucy wink. "She's a definite keeper."

The adoration shining from his eyes as he looked at Laura was beautiful to see. "Oh, I'm well aware of that, Jaz." He looked back at her, gratitude in his gaze. "Thank you so much for doing this. It means a lot."

"No, thank you, Kevin...for everything." His puzzled glance brought another wide smile to Jaz's face and she stood on tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek. "You have no idea how much you changed my life, Kevin Dvorska. You are a good man and deserve only the best in life."

Jaz allowed Misty to shepherd her away, turning one last time to wave at the group as she did. She had no idea if she would ever see them again but she was happy to have had the opportunity to see Kevin one more time. He appeared to pop into her life at pivotal moments. Who knew when he might turn up again? Smiling, Jaz knew she had her second wind, and would be able to get through the next two hours of signings with a fresh vigor. Seeing Kevin had reminded her of just how fortunate she was and she knew she would never again view being in the spotlight as a chore.

**********

Standing next to a kiosk displaying various pieces of artwork, a shapely red haired female looked over the items on the counter. After putting one of the pictures down, she peered along the corridor as a small group of people exited the bookstore at the end of the busy hallway.

She looked back towards the attendant and smiled. "They're lovely, but a bit pricy for me," she told the more mature woman. She turned and walked back to the main common area of the mall. There was a small food court there and she approached a group of teenage boys who were occupied with girl watching.

At just over five feet tall, she was almost as tall as they were. She gave one of the young men a saucy smile as she stepped in front of him. The teenager smiled back and puffed his immature chest out, trying to make himself look bigger than he actually was.

Her deep green eyes ran down his form and she tried not to laugh at him. "You look like you could do a favor for me. How'd you like to make a quick twenty bucks?"

"I got my Dad's car just outside. What say you and I head out there and strike a deal?" As he smiled, his dimpled checks made his acne more apparent.

"Not exactly what I was looking for. I have something a little more fun in mind."

**********

Laura placed her signed copy of The Council in her bag as she allowed Kristine to guide her down the corridor. As the two of them chatted, Candrea and Atsuko stayed close behind and watched the patrons who passed them or strolled along nearby.

Adam and Kevin trailed along behind the four women as they continued deeper into the mall. Adam cocked his head toward Kevin as he checked the others around him. "That was pretty nice of her. I would have put money on it that she wouldn't remember us."

"Oh yeah, just great. We go on a honeymoon and she brings her Jaz Cullen collection with her. I think I may have to pack for her just so I know I'll have her full attention."

Something caught Kevin's attention out of the corner of his eye as a young teen walked up and pushed his shoulder. When the SEAL turned his head fully to look at the foolish young boy, he wondered if he was truly trying to pick a fight or just plain stupid.

Given the age difference, he knew he couldn't fight this teenager unless it was absolutely necessary. He looked over the boy's shoulder and saw what appeared to be his friends as they stood behind him. "Can I help you, kid?"

The two female werewolves heard the Chosen One's voice and turned around to see a group of boys addressing him. Candrea reached out and touched Kristine's shoulder to get her attention. When she turned, she saw her husband and Kevin addressing a group of teens just in front of them.

"I take it you're Kevin Dvorska," the boy said as he puffed his chest out for the second time while in the mall.

Kevin didn't know how this teen knew his name, but his defensive senses kicked in and he searched the area behind the boys looking for any danger. He looked back down at the boy and narrowed his eyes in growing anger. "Actually kid, I'm the tooth fairy, and I'm about to make you rich. What do you want?"

"Yeah, she said you'd be a smartass. This is for you," he replied as he held out a piece of paper. Kevin grabbed the paper as the rest of his group gathered around him.

When Kristine and Laura heard that some woman had put them up to this, they moved closer to Candrea and Atsuko. As Laura got next to Atsuko, she put her arm around her as if holding onto the Asian werewolf would make her less of a target.

Kevin looked at the note and then handed it to Adam to read as he searched the area, looking for an old woman with a cane. "The lady who gave you this, what did she look like?"

"Some hot looking red head," he replied as he spun around to point at her. "She's over there by the..." The teen stepped to the side as he searched the area in the food court.

"Don't worry, kid, she's not there anymore. Why don't you run along home before your mom and dad get worried," Kevin told him as he moved toward his lover.

The look of fear told him all he needed to know on how she was doing. Reaching up, he caressed her soft face as he smiled lovingly at her. "Don't get all worked up, sweetie. I know it's hard to do, but even she's not dumb enough to start something here with our extra protection."

A small tear rolled down her face as she looked back at Kevin. "I need to find a bathroom. I think I'm going to be sick."

Adam looked at the note once more as his anger began to increase. "Put your affairs in order the time is near." He folded it and shoved it in his pocket as he looked around at the patrons walking idly around. There was no sign of immediate danger, but the image of three grown werewolves fighting off a monster still filled his mind.

Adam moved near his wife as he looked into her eyes. He could tell she was reliving the previous encounter in her mind. "Don't get all worked up, the bitch is just trying to make us blink. She won't try anything out in the open like this; not when she's outnumbered four to one."

"What did the note say?" Kristine asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

"It said you're a hot looking lady, and she's nervous about having to fight you," Adam joked as he took his wife's hand. "Come on, let's get Laura to the restroom and then we'll head for home."

The group walked along the corridor towards the food court. When they reached that crowded area, everyone began searching the crowd for a red haired beauty. Given the fact that they were in Virginia Beach, a redhead would definitely stand out in the crowd.

With no danger in sight, the four women headed for the women's restroom that was at the end of a small hallway. Candrea led the way but as she neared the door, a large black woman exited, smoothing down her long skirt as she stepped out of the way. The hallway was narrow so the four women moved aside and allowed the much larger woman to pass.

Adam and Kevin remained just outside the hallway and kept their attention trained on the others in the food court. Kevin felt someone brush by him and he turned quickly to face a large woman running her eyes up and down his obviously chiseled body. It took the SEAL mere seconds to assess her as harmless.

After looking Kevin over, she turned to Adam and repeated the process. She licked her lips wantonly as she stared at the two SEALs. "If you two sugar pies want some real lovin', you just follow ole momma home," she said. Her southern drawl making a singsong type of sound.

Kevin wanted to laugh in her face but his military training forced him to be polite to the annoying woman. "That's an interesting offer, Ma'am, but I think we'll just wait on our wives to come out of the restroom."

The mature black woman ran her eyes up and down his body one last time. She turned and walked out of the food court. The two men monitored her as she headed toward the bookstore where Jaz was having her book signing. Kevin couldn't help but wonder if she was going to pick up Jaz's book, or one on how to cook food faster.

The large woman swayed her hips as she walked down the corridor and secretly hoped the two beefy men were staring at her as she walked away; it would be only fitting if they were. "Even with the Lycanthrope Medallion, the Chosen One doesn't have much of a heightened sense of awareness," she mumbled as she continued on her way.

Dawson's residence, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

The half sphere portable fire pit was at the edge of the wooden deck. With daylight quickly fading, it produced a warm glow around the area as the flames danced lazily in the cool air. The soft chirps of the crickets that roamed around in the yard were joined by the sound of crackling wood.

Adam reclined in the wooden deck chair as he sipped his cold beer and stared into the flames. He seemed like any other homeowner in the area; a cold drink, a small fire to chase the chill away. What made his appearance anything but normal, was the .50 caliber Desert Eagle that he now had strapped to his thigh. He didn't turn around as he heard the glass door slide open; instead he continued to stare at the fire as the stars above him began to shine brighter.

Kevin moved to the other side, dragged one of the other chairs over, and sat next to his team leader. He remained quiet as he, too, stared into the hypnotizing flames, his beer resting on the wide armrest.

Adam glanced over and noticed that Kevin didn't have on the thigh holster he had given him earlier. He took a small drink and returned his gaze to the fire. "You don't feel like having the Eagle within quick reach?"

"I won't need it. If she shows up, I'll have to change to kill her. Not much use the Eagle will do me then," he replied in a quiet voice. His face showed a small hint of sorrow as he looked at the flames. "Adam, I'd like to apologize for the mess it seems I've brought with me. You know I would never wish anything to happen to you or Kristine. I'd give my life to protect you two."

Adam shifted in his seat, but he didn't look at his close friend and team mate. "I know, Kev, and I don't hold you accountable for what's going on." Adam chuckled as he remembered the Predjama mission. "Remember that guy Kordic? Hell he wanted to kill you because of what your Grandmother had done before you were born."

Kevin failed to see the humor in his statement. "I guess my family lineage keeps putting people in danger."

"Your family lineage has saved a lot of lives, including mine and Kristine's. You have nothing to be sorry about, buddy. I do have something on my mind though that I'd like to talk to you about while we're alone."

"Fire away, everyone is inside either fighting over Jaz's book or peeking out the windows."

Adam took a deep breath, and then said what had been on his mind since the mall. "Do you think you should go with us tomorrow evening to Washington? If she follows you up there, it could compromise the mission. It's already going to be tricky enough without having to look over our shoulders for a fallen angel."

The question hit Kevin like a baseball bat to the head. Never in his wildest imagination would he have thought that his team leader would ask him to stand down from a mission. "I – I don't know what to say."

"I'm the Commanding Officer of the most secret fighting force on the face of the earth. This isn't something against you as much as it is about the success of the team."

Kevin placed his beer down and stood up. He cautiously stood in front of his team leader. "How dare you say that to me," he said with a strained voice. "I'm a Navy SEAL, and yes, the best God damn point man in the world. My duty is to protect my team and the success of any mission assigned to us. This is a test for SEAL Team Six, not SEAL Team Six without Kevin Dvorska!"

Suddenly, Candrea slid the back door open and began to step out. Kevin's rage began to grow as he looked at the blond werewolf. "Get the fuck back inside and guard the girls or I'll rip your God damn throat out – now!"

Candrea saw that he was losing his temper and wanted no part of that kind of fight. She cast her eyes down as she moved back inside and slid the door closed. After it was shut, she looked up and saw that he was now glaring down at his friend and had thoughts of trying to stop him from doing something he might regret. She turned and left the two men to settle their own argument.

Adam remained calm because he knew what Kevin was capable of if he lost his temper. "The safety of my team is..."

"My God damn problem! That's right, mine! I'm the point man and you'd follow me through the gates of hell because you know I'll get you out again."

Adam took a purposely-slow drink, allowing his friend time to try to calm down. As he set the bottle down, he looked up at Kevin. "Your temper is going to..."




The Chosen One Ch. 05



"Fuck my temper – Sir. To be honest, I hope she does try something in Washington, and I don't care who fucking finds out about me being a werewolf. I'm gonna rip that cunt's heart out and eat it with some steamed veggies!" Kevin was shaking now as the adrenalin raced through his body.

Adam remained seated as he deliberated the idea of bringing Kevin along on the mission. He did have a point about this being a test for the team, and if they were going to succeed, he would need the best SEALs in the world to pull it off as planned.

The senior SEAL stood up slowly, not wishing to tempt fate and increase Kevin's anger. He moved toward the fire pit and picked up the cast iron poker that rested near it. He moved the logs around as sparks danced up into the night sky.

He carefully placed it back down and turned to his point man. "What about the girls? If you go with us, Nadia could still hit them here, which would cause you to force the meeting with her; not to mention piss me off to no end."

"Simple, we will be gone for only a few days. Laura and Kristine can hunker down here with the council members. If she comes by, it's four on one. I, for one, think that with those odds, she has a better chance with just me, not that the outcome will change much in her favor," Kevin replied as he tried to get his anger under control.

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The four council members now assembled at the house remained quiet as they either looked out the window, or sat watching the two human females. Jim, always the one to study people rather than talk to them, watched as Kristine tossed back her sixth shot of rum since getting home.

He turned his gaze toward Candrea as she entered the living room. She had a somewhat shocked look on her face as she twisted the cap off her water. "Must not be good by the look on your face and the noise coming from outside. Those two are like stubborn bulls during mating season."

Candrea ignored him as she turned to Laura who was staring at her autographed book, but not really reading it. "Your future husband has a temper. You better be careful around him."

Laura glared hard at the woman. "You're pretty sanctimonious lecturing me, a mere human, about watching one's temper."

Jim had to stifle his laugh as Candrea lowered her head and glared at the woman. He rose from his seat and moved next to Candrea. "Candi, you have to give it to her. She has you pegged like a saloon girl watching a ranch hand belly up to the bar with a wad full of money."

Kevin followed Adam into the room, where they dominated the middle of the area. They looked around at the staring faces and knew that their raised voices had been heard. Adam looked over at his wife as she tossed back another shot and then refreshed her glass. "How are you doing, Kristine? Do I need to run out and pick up another bottle or are you content with what's left in that bottle?

"I think it's safe to say you're not getting any tonight, unless you enjoy fucking women who are passed out."

Adam laughed and knew she just needed to get drunk and pass out. "Since you're in such a good mood, this won't seem such a shock then. I need to inform everyone, there is something that my new team needs to do tomorrow evening. We have to do some private training and we'll be gone for a few days. Given our current situation, I think it would be wise for Laura to stay here with Kristine."

Kristine laughed at him as her shot glass tipped to one side. "Oh sure, go ahead dear, we'll be just fine at home. It's not like some fallen angel is out to gut us like hanging pigs in a slaughter house."

Kevin stepped forward and looked Candrea in the eyes. He could tell she wasn't happy about what was being discussed. "I need you to look after the girls for a few days. For what we have to do, you can't be around. If Nadia follows me, then fine. If she comes here, then it's four on one. If you people can't handle those odds, then what's the use in having a werewolf council in the first place?"

Candrea looked at her charge as if he had just lost his mind. It was one thing to go off and play sailor boy for the day, but quite another to disappear for days with the Dark One lurking about. "You know, you're really a moron for even thinking about this. The fate of humanity is at stake and you want to..."

Kevin's anger exploded as the blond haired beauty chastised him. The council members watched as in just a blink of the eye, Kevin embraced his true self in front of them. The enormous brown werewolf took a step forward, his long pointed ears curled back, sharp talons on display for all to see.

Candrea took a step back and considered the idea of changing and facing the wolf that was in front of her. Eduardo and Atsuko moved quickly to Candrea's side as they looked at the beast as he showed the large teeth that protruded from his muzzle. Kevin could feel the power of the medallion flow through his werewolf form as he stood his ground and kept his eyes on the group in front of him.

Sitting on the couch, Kristine downed another shot and stared at the form in front of her drunken eyes. "Oh look, a really big doggie. Can we keep him?"

The council was ready to change and show the Chosen One they didn't fear him, but their attention was arrested by Laura's moving and standing next to her now very large mate. She ran her small hand down his fur covered back as she gazed at the beast that she loved with all her heart.

Her soft gaze turned to one of understanding as she looked at the three council members facing Kevin. Her eyes locked onto the Australian woman. "You're the Alpha female of the group. I get that, after being with Kevin, I really do get that; but if you ever call my Kevin a moron again, I will find his weapon and put a bullet right between those pretty eyes of yours. Oh sure, the others would tear me apart, but you, my dear, will be a dead woman."

Jim Gordon moved closer to the massive beast that remained in the center of the room. He tipped his hat back as he studied Kevin, and whistled his admiration at the bulging muscles under the brown fur coat. "I gotta tell you guys, I would not want to have to ride this big fucker for eight seconds."

Candrea could tell she had very little choice in the matter put before her. She moved away from the others and sat in the recliner. When she looked back at Kevin, she found he never took his brilliant golden eyes off her. "It's pointless to try and change your mind, so I'm not even going to try. We'll watch your females, but only on one condition; it's non-negotiable."

Adam reached over and pulled the falling bottle out of his wife's hand as she gazed drunkenly at Kevin's form. "He hasn't ripped your throat out yet Candrea, so I take it he's considering it," Adam said as he placed the almost empty bottle on the end table.

Candrea's eyes remained locked with Kevin's. "The medallion stays with us."

Kevin released a low evil growl as he thought of the impetuous woman holding the werewolf world's most prized possession. His massive head turned and looked at the other council members. From the looks on their faces, he could tell they were in agreement with Candrea.

Just as quickly as he had embraced his true self, the human form of Kevin Dvorska slumped to the floor. His torn clothes, now rags of tattered cloth, threatened to fall off his muscular body. The SEAL stood up, but remained defiant to the woman who sat emotionless in the recliner. "Why should I give it you?"

"We separate the lock from the key. If she comes after you before the date, she has the advantage anyway. This way, if she does come after you, she won't claim the medallion. If she comes here, like you said, it's four on one and we have a better chance of protecting it." Her eyes narrowed as she stared back. "Those are my terms. Take it or leave it."

Kevin moved toward the other members. As he stood in front of the three, he pulled the Lycanthrope Medallion free from his body. He held the round artifact with the brilliant red ruby in its center in the palm of his hand. Quickly, he opened the pure silver chain attached to it and slipped it over the head of Atsuko Kaneko. "I'll be wanting that back in a few days."

Atsuko held the medallion and stared in awe as the light danced against the flat facets of the ruby. Her mouth hung open slightly in a silent gasp. "I will protect it with my very life, Sir. I am honored," she breathed as she bowed in reverence to the real owner of the ancient artifact.

Adam walked over and stood in front of Candrea as she continued to stare at Kevin. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Listen, it's only for a few days. After that, you can watch over us all you want. My men and I are going to need to stay out of sight for a few weeks anyway."

Kevin's eyes began to dance back and forth as an idea began to form in his mind. He spun around to look at Laura as she sat next to Kristine who had her head laid back and was now passed out. His head cocked to one side as the idea became stronger in his thoughts.

Adam looked at his friend with a puzzled expression. "What is it, Kev? Senses kick in again?"

"No, I was just thinking of something. I think I know how to throw Nadia off our tracks after the exercise. Well, at least for a little while anyway."

Candrea shook her head as she thought of the different possibilities he could come up with to get himself killed. "Let me guess, it involves you doing something stupid that I will probably disagree with."

Kevin glared at the woman as she stared at him with boldness. "You know something Candrea; you need to get laid. I bet your demeanor will shape right up after that."

"Why you little..." Candrea started to say.

"Stow it, lady." Adam said cutting her off. "What do you have in mind, Kevin?"

"We go to the one place she'll never expect, but we'll need help from a few of our friends in the CIA." Kevin turned to the only person who he thought he could trust in the council. "Atsuko, I'm gonna need some help from you, too, on this one."

Atsuko turned her gaze toward Candrea and watched as she shrugged her shoulders in defeat. "Don't look at me, Atsuko. My opinion doesn't seem to matter anymore. Besides, it seems the Chosen One just demoted me to Beta rank."

The small Asian female bowed slightly and then smiled at Kevin. "I will assist you in any way I can, Sir. Where will you be going?"

"My home."

Adam was shocked at the idea because she would surely look for him in Texas. "That's not going to work. She can track us to Galveston pretty easy, Kevin."

"Wrong home, Adam. I was thinking more along the lines of Predjama Castle."

Candrea gave a small chuckle as the image of the group boarding a plane for Europe entered her mind. "And just how do you plan on getting to Predjama without being followed?"

Kevin began to inform the group of his idea. At one point Adam balked slightly as he listened intently. He knew he would have to call Neil Hawkins to set things in motion, but as the plan unfolded, he soon began to realize it was plausible to pull it off without a hitch.

One point of the plan caused Jim some trepidation. "Partner, you're crazier than a drunken cowboy trying to have showdown with an oncoming train."

Kevin laughed a bit and looked at Adam. "Think Neil can set it up for us?"

The SEAL Commander looked over at his wife as she lay passed out on the couch. He knew she'd be pissed in the morning when she found out, but maybe the thought of going back to Predjama Castle would smooth things over. Then he looked at Laura who nodded her head in agreement. He could tell she was pleased at the idea of escaping without worrying about Nadia.

He turned to his friend and smiled a large smile. "Sounds like fun. This will defiantly be a first for me. I'll call him in the morning and set it up before we meet with the rest of the team."

One day later, 0100 hrs, Fleet Training Center, Dam Neck, Virginia.

On the wall hung a large map of the immediate area around the White House. The map had bright red lines on it, drawing a path to an area between the most secure building in the world and a less secured IRS building. There were also blue circles in the park across the street and along the road next to Freedom Plaza.

Adam placed his long wooden pointer down on the table and stared at his men. They had no expressions, and looked as if they just received a briefing on how to change a tire on a Humvee. "Well, that's it guys. Greg, how's the loading of our gear?"

"Box van is loaded with everything the insertion team will need and the monitoring equipment is loaded in the Chevy."

"Good work, Greg. I hope your toys work. Jack, how's your team?"

Lieutenant Jack Patrick looked at his squad members, and then returned his gaze to the Team Leader. "The BMW is fueled up and we're ready to deploy within moments of arriving at the park."

"Outstanding. Your team will depart right after the meeting, and my team will be approximately one hour behind you," Adam said as he shoved his hands in his jeans. "Remember, gentlemen, in and out with no trace. After the hit, we all scatter in different directions and hang out for a few weeks. Make sure you have people with you that can back you up if anyone questions how long you've been there. We meet back up in two weeks right here in Dam Neck. Are there any questions?"

Mark Wolfhorst shifted in his seat as he wondered if he should speak up or not. Finally, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Just one question, Boss. What if he doesn't use the tunnel to get to the photo shoot?"

That very question had been on Adam's own mind for the last few days. With the added difficulty of not being able to harm the target, he had very few options and even less time. "You and Ross will be at the park in the demonstration. If it appears that he's going to leave the White House the traditional way, report in to control."

Adam looked down at the table. He knew he had to be honest with his team; they had to know the price of failure. "Guys, if we miss him, we're fucked. More than likely, they'll just replace me. Worst-case scenario, we get disbanded and sent back to our original teams."

Jack stood up and shook Adam's hand. "Then I say let's not fuck this up. Protest team, on my ass," he said as he stepped out into the hallway.

I hope everyone enjoyed that one. I would like to thank Ms. Jaz Cullen for lending her superb talent to my story. It was the greatest thrill ever working with you. Please, when you vote and comment, take into account that any mistakes within this chapter are solely mine and do not reflect Ms. Cullen's work.



The Chosen One Ch. 06



Just one disclaimer everyone. This is a work of fiction. It is a story that was created for everyone's enjoyment. Under no circumstances should this be viewed as a script to cause harm to any real person. Any resemblance to any political party should be taken as purely coincidental, and in no way reflects the issues of politics today. Having said that, please enjoy the continuing adventures of SEAL Team Six.

Adam Dawson's house, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

Kristine's car pulled in slowly to the driveway. After shutting the engine off, Jim Gordon stepped out into the cool night air. Since he was in human form, his body shivered and he pulled his jacket a little tighter around his muscular frame.

He checked around the area for any signs of danger. No strange smells, no unusual noises at this hour of the morning could be detected, so he moved quickly to the front door and knocked. He stood back a bit so the others could see him through the peephole.

Eduardo pulled his eye away from the hole and pulled the chain free. After unlocking it, he pulled the door open and returned to his previous spot on the couch. Picking up the remote, he began searching the channels once again. "Any problems getting our two idiots to the base?"

"Not a one, Ed." Jim looked around at the empty room and took a deep breath. He could sense the two human females, but the others were missing. "Where is everybody? They say the heck with it and hit the trail?"

"Well the two lovely specimens of female elegance are sleeping in the master bedroom and Atsuko just went outside to check on Candrea. She's been out there on the back deck since you left."

Jim looked puzzled. It had been over a day since Kevin had berated her and she was still moping around like a spoiled child. He shook his head in vain, as he removed his jacket and placed it on the end of the sofa. "That is one fired up filly. I got half a mind to take a switch to her if she doesn't snap out of it."

Eduardo looked at the other male council member and laughed, then returned his attention to the television. "Be my guest -- partner -- but let me know when you're going to start so I can be somewhere else."

Jim looked toward the back of the house and wondered if he should help with Candrea's problem, but then thought better of the idea. "Good thing Atsuko has the medallion. She'll need it if it gets ugly."

Atsuko held the warm cup of tea close to her body as she sat and waited for Candrea to say something first. She could feel the tension in the night air as they both stared at the small fire in front of them.

She looked over as the blond haired woman lifted the cold bottle of beer to her full lips and drank heavily. She continued to gaze at Candrea as she set it on the wide armrest, then returned to staring into the flickering yellow flames.

Candrea shifted in her seat as she felt the stare from her friend. "You can stop staring at me any time you want to Atsuko." Her Australian accent taking on a sharp stinging tone.

Atsuko sighed as she turned toward the small fire. "I am just worried about you Candrea. You have hardly spoken to any of us since the other day with the Chosen One."

Candrea snapped her head to the side and looked hard at the small Asian. "Well if my -- Alpha -- requests it, then I have very little choice in the matter. What would you like to talk about Ms. Kaneko?"

Atsuko took a small sip of tea and let the harsh comment go without a retort. She knew there was nothing to gain by having a contest of words with the angry woman. "I will say this once so that maybe you will understand why."

"Yes, Ma'am," Candrea shot back.

"I always have, and always will, for the rest of my natural life, consider you my Alpha. It is not that I am subservient; it's because you will always be better than I." Atsuko bowed her head and returned to gaze at the dancing light.

Candrea took another drink, but did not look at the other female. "He gave you the medallion, which makes you the Alpha."

"My dear friend, he gave me the medallion to hold for him, because I did not give him a reason to distrust me." She lifted the prized artifact up and watched as the light from the fire caused the ruby to sparkle.

Candrea looked over as she watched Atsuko study the medallion. She remembered the look in Kevin's eyes as he criticized her. "It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Men are all the same; take what they want, do what they want, fuck whom they want. I'm surprised Eduardo hasn't tried to sneak out of the house and find some willing human to stick his cock into."

Atsuko prided herself on being able to observe people as they interacted with others; both lycanthropes and humans. Silently, she chided herself for failing to notice what had been right in front of her since joining the council. She stopped reprimanding herself when she realized that it took protecting the Chosen One, and his human mate to come to grips with the answer.

With knowing eyes, she looked at her friend in a new light. "You love him, don't you?"

For the second time tonight, she snapped her gaze quickly at Atsuko. "Don't be absurd! That male macho SEAL is going to get himself killed and we will have failed."

"I was referring to Eduardo."

There was a stunned silence as her words hung in the air around them. Candrea could not take her eyes off Atsuko's as the Asian female smiled at her. Her mouth went dry and she seemed to have a hard time catching her breath. It was with sheer determination that she turned to look at the fire and take a long drink of the cold liquid.

Candrea sighed and continued staring at the fire. "He would rather have a human mate that is submissive to his wants and needs."

"My dear friend, did he not bring up the fact that he wanted to mate with you?" Atsuko asked quietly.

"Sure he did, but after turning him down twice, he gave up. I want someone as my equal to be my mate, not a lycanthrope that preys on weaker humans. He hasn't shown me that he can be that man." Candrea lowered her head and began to regret speaking what she felt in her heart.

Reaching out, Atsuko placed her hand on top of Candrea's. She gave it a loving squeeze and then retreated to her warm tea. She patiently waited for her friend to come to grips with what was in her heart. "Sometimes my friend, love has a strange way of showing itself."

Candrea took another drink and then placed the empty bottle beside her chair. "It's a moot point now. He can no longer help himself. He's nothing more than a tainted werewolf."

The woman that held the Lycanthrope Medallion rose slowly from her seat. She placed her empty cup down for a moment and moved to stand in front of her dear friend. Atsuko knew there was only one thing to do to persuade Candrea to realize the potential of her true feelings. "With all due respect, my Alpha, I suggest you un-taint him," she said as she bowed, picked up her cup, and returned inside.

Jim sat quietly on the other end of the couch from Eduardo, boredom on their faces as they watch an old horror movie. The scent of Atsuko coming back inside hit them and Jim silently wondered if she was in one piece.

The werewolf cowboy looked up as she entered the living room. "Well, you're still in one piece it seems. Did she get the burr out of her saddle yet?"

Atsuko glanced at Eduardo as he continued to watch the movie, then back to Jim. "I have a feeling, James; the -- burr -- will be removed soon."

Candrea interrupted the conversation as she entered the room. She glared hard at the bronze-skinned man that sat at the end of the couch. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him look over at her and then return to his movie. "The fire is still going. Why don't you two go outside and check on it."

Jim gave her a puzzled look. "It'll burn itself out in just..." Candrea shot him a stern look. "I think me and Atsuko will go and check that fire now."

The two members of the Council of Lycan walked away. One smiling, the other glad he could escape the scene he was sure to unfold. When they were safely outside, Candrea moved to stand next to Eduardo. She began to question herself as she watched him staring at the television as if she didn't exist.

He glanced up and then back again. "Are you going to just stand there and watch me, or are you going to harass me about something I did?"

Candrea continued to stand and stare down at Eduardo, not saying a word or moving a muscle. He looked back up into her eyes, trying to figure out what he had done to deserve her wrath this time. "Did I leave a mess behind in the kitchen?" Standing, he gestured at the couch. "Am I sitting in your seat?"

Candrea's hand shot out quick as lightning and grabbed Eduardo's shirt, pulling him within inches of her. "Shut up and kiss me you arrogant ass," she growled as she pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.

Eduardo's eyes opened wide in disbelief, then closed as Candrea's kiss awakened the long tamped down feelings he had kept on a tight rein. When they finally broke the kiss, he looked into her eyes and saw a warmth there that he had been seeking for a couple years. "What is this all about?

"Maybe I just have an itch that needs scratching. What's the matter? Am I too much of a real match for you, or have you've gotten lazy running after those human females."

Candrea forced him back down on the couch and leaned over him. She grabbed a fist full of his now rumpled shirt. She had a smile on her face as she stared at his stunned face. With a wanton need, she ripped the shirt open, buttons shooting onto the carpet, his taut abdomen now in clear view.

Her face took on a devilish look as she reached for the snap on his pants. Undoing the silver button, she made quick work of his pants and pulled them free of his powerful legs. Once they were free, she ran her hands up the inside of his thighs. The feel of his well-defined muscles causing her sex to dampen.

Eduardo had no idea what had come over the woman he wanted over all the others. "If you would just take the time to..."

Candrea shot a finger at him as she palmed his growing member. "I'm warning you, shut up."

The male model was stunned to silence anyway as her actions became more aggressive. He didn't see anger in her eyes, so much as a wanting need to take control. He began to wonder about his actions those many years ago. Did she want a submissive mate? Did she need to feel as if she was the one in control?

He watched with rapt attention as she began ripping her own clothes free of her body. As more of her flawless body was revealed, his arousal grew to the breaking point but he remained compliant to the forceful woman. He wondered how long he could continue before his own true feelings would find release.

Candrea reached down and quickly removed the last shred of clothing that concealed what she really wanted. As the hard member came into view, she wrapped her slender fingers around the hard pulsing shaft. She looked up to find Eduardo closing his eyes as a low moan escaped his parted lips.

The eager woman straddled him but held her hips just above his groin. As she pulled the twitching cock up, she rubbed the large bulbous head against the dripping lips of her sex. After a few moments, the sponge like tip was well coated with Candrea's thick juice.

Eduardo opened his eyes and looked at her, the evil, yet seductive smile glaring back at him. With a plunge of her hips, she engulfed the thick shaft inside her. She did not stop her descent until her throbbing clit met with his pubic bone.

His muscles rippled as his human form body endured something for the first time. It was as if electricity had surged through him, and he found himself near orgasm in just a few gyrations of her slender hips. "Jesus! Candrea, what's happen..."

She reached down quickly and grabbed his head, pulling it closer. "I told you to shut up. Maybe this will keep you quiet?" Candrea smashed her lips against his and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.

Their tongues danced against each other as Candrea kept her lips tight against his. After a few moments, she released him and pushed his head back down. Her hips pushed back which placed him fully inside her warm body. "Here's how it will be from now on. If this cock ever touches another human female again; I'll cut it off, grill it, and feed it to you on a bun."

**********

Jim Gordon took another sip of beer as he stared at the dying fire. He wondered if he should place even a small log on it just to keep it going. He didn't know how long the argument would last inside. "You think I should go back inside and see if they're done killing each other? Candi can be pretty mean sometimes."

Atsuko pulled the light blanket around her shoulders as she turned to look at Jim. "Normally I am very respectful in my words, James, but there is only one possible answer my friend. Are you fucking nuts?"

**********

Candrea continued to pleasure herself at the male model's expense. She repeatedly shoved her hips back, taking his shaft deeper each time. She was smaller in stature than the man she rode, and in the position she was in, her hands rested on the two meaty bulges of his chest.

The man beneath her could feel her strength. He was pleased beyond words as she rocked back and forth. The human females he was forced to mate with for relief were always flawed; too fragile to match the power of the wolf that always raged within. He moved his hands up and cupped her small breasts, squeezing them with need.

Candrea looked deep into his eyes, searching for the mate she wanted, the mate she needed. She couldn't tell if he was the one or not, but if this became a one-time thing, she was going to enjoy herself while she could. "I never gave you permission to touch me."

Eduardo watched her eyes as she spoke. The look was not of dominance; they were searching his. He quickly moved his hands down to her lower back as he sat up. With her knees bent, he could move his own powerful legs over the edge of the couch. He smiled as he cupped her ass and stood up.

As he moved toward the nearby wall, he felt her arms warp around his neck, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist. When he reached his destination, he pressed her against it and slid the soaked cock out until just the spongy head remained. "Now here are my demands. One; you are going to let it be known that I am now your mate."

"Who said I wanted you as a..."

Eduardo pressed his lips against hers as they kissed with a lustful passion. Once he broke away, he glared at her. "Quiet! Two, and most important, you will start to be more respectful of others' feelings. No more yelling, ordering, demanding, or acting like a spoiled child."

He pushed his shaft deep into her body as she dropped her head against his chest. With her pinned to the wall, all she could do was endure the pleasure racing through her body. She wanted to tell him she agreed, but all she could do was moan as her mouth fought to hide the sound.

His cock began to piston faster as she was pushed against the wall. The power she felt from him was intoxicating and drove her even closer to the breaking point. Her breathing quickened as he took her with force, with wanton need. "Ed, I can't hold on much..."

He pressed his lips against hers once more, but this time it was with love and acceptance. That's all it took to release the flood gates that held back the hot molten juice of her sex. The muscles tightened around the invading shaft and squeezed. Her now increased tightness caused him to moan deep against her darting tongue.

She could no longer hold on to the passion shocking her system; she pulled her mouth away, and moaned out loudly as she felt his seed filling her. His warm juices overflowing her sex until it began leaking down the deep tanned legs.

**********

Kristine woke up and looked next to her. Laura was sleeping soundly so she was not making the sounds that had startled her awake. As she tilted her head to better capture anymore of the strange sounds, she heard it again; like someone in pain.

She carefully got off the bed so as not to awaken Laura. She put her bathrobe on, reached into the nightstand, and pulled out the .45 caliber handgun. She stealthily moved toward the bedroom door.

**********

As their orgasms subsided, they kissed each other softly. Candrea ran her fingers through his black hair, breathing heavy as she tried to calm down. She pulled her lips free and slumped her head to the side. "I don't know how I'm going to tell everyone that we're..."

A new scent crossed their senses and both of them snapped their heads to see Kristine Dawson standing in the hallway, pointing a weapon at them. She had a stunned look on her face as she lowered the handgun. Her mouth hung open in shock as she looked at the two naked werewolves holding each other. "Um -- I'll -- um -- just go back to -- um -- the bedroom now."

After she left, Candrea turned to her new mate and gazed at him. Her eyes now full of love instead of the normal anger and rage. "I don't think I'll have to worry about others knowing about us anymore," she told him and then placed her lips against his.

Pennsylvania Avenue NW, across from Freedom Plaza, Washington D.C.

There was little traffic once inside the beltway. A dark blue Chevy van approached the intersection of 12th street and Pennsylvania Avenue. The young looking driver put his turn signal on and turned left, while the Arab man looked out the passenger window. He checked his watch and nodded in approval. "Not bad Randy. A few minutes past four in the morning, nice driving."

Randy Cross checked his rear view mirror and saw the large box van close behind him. As he rolled past Freedom Plaza, he tried to time the green light that waited ahead of him. There was one car in front of his vehicle and he knew if the light turned red with the sedan in front of his van, the team would be out of position for insertion. "Hopefully, this guy in front makes the light. Get the team ready just in case."

Naim Azzi raised his right arm up as if to stifle a bored yawn. This brought his concealed microphone closer to his lips. "Gold One; thirty seconds. Standby for hold signal."

Inside the cargo compartment of the large box van, Bill Haley and Dan Vasquez knelt down next to the large trap door the team built while doing the prep work for the mission. Each man held a steel lifting hook and looked down at the pavement as it passed underneath them. While they prepared to open the manhole, four other men stood up and waited for the go signal, or the call to hold off and make another trip around the block.

The four Navy SEALs, dressed in black jumpsuits and facemasks, seemed calm. For the past week, they had practiced the drop repeatedly while at Dam Neck to ensure each man knew what to do. With only a minute and a half to complete the insertion and replace the cover, Adam knew they would have to have it down pat.

The driver of the box van, Zack Miller, moved his left foot over and placed it near the brake just in case Chief Cross was able to time it to where the car in front of him made the light.

As the three vehicles approached the intersection of Pennsylvania and 15th street, the traffic light turned yellow. The gray sedan tapped his brakes and Randy cursed under his breath. Suddenly, in a twist of luck, the sedan sped up quickly and raced across 15th street just before the light turned red.

Naim still had his mic in place as he looked around the area. "Gold One, go," he said and then hit the start button on the stopwatch that lay in his lap. His responsibility in this part of the mission was to monitor the time so the assault team could gauge their progress.

Two SEALs reached down with the hooks and pulled the cover free. The team could see the roundness of the hole, but was pitch black inside. The first man up, Kevin Dvorska, had a green glow stick at the ready and as soon as he saw the opening, he tossed it down and dropped feet first into the opening.




The Chosen One Ch. 06



The tunnel that made up the sewer system under the streets was relatively small. As Kevin hit the bottom, he rolled to the side to allow the next man in, but could only crouch as he watched Greg Swanson land next to him and look up for his bag of toys.

After catching the bag, he moved quickly to the side as the next man, Adam Dawson, landed on the curved bottom of the tunnel. He looked up for the next bag of surveillance equipment. Catching it quickly, he moved to the side as he heard the call from Naim that they now had only forty seconds left to get the last man, Chris Brooks, down the hole and replace the manhole cover.

Given Chris's weight, he hit the bottom hard and rolled over on his side. He winched in pain as he grabbed his ankle and rolled onto his back. Within seconds, Bill and V-man replaced the cover and the tunnel was bathed in a soft green light.

V-man moved his arm up and placed his wrist near his mouth. "Gold One secure. Ready to move." The van jerked forward just as the trap door was closed. The two SEALs sat back on the benches and drank from their water bottles. All they could do now was wait while the team made their way to the secret tunnel.

**********

Adam Dawson grabbed Chris's foot and felt around the webbing of the combat boot. As Chris tried hard not to scream out in pain, Adam put it back down on the floor of the sewer line. "It's sprained pretty good Chris. You're the only one of us who knows for sure where we're going. Are you going to be able to suck it up and finish the mission?"

Chris Brooks gritted his teeth as he got up and put pressure on the injured ankle. "Think you can keep up with me, old man?" he asked as he quivered in obvious pain.

Adam laughed and looked over to his trusted friend. "Okay, Kevin, you're up."

The SEAL point man snapped another glow stick and began leading his team to the area the entrance to the tunnels was supposed to be located. The dark sewer was bathed in the eerie green glow as one by one, the rest of the team followed on. With his astute hearing, Kevin could make out the grunts of Chris Brooks as he hobbled along after him.

Since they were crotched down in the confined space, it took a few minutes longer to reach the intersection of the two sewer lines. Kevin closed his eyes and tuned his head as he listened for any unusual noises. Suddenly, his head shot up as his eyes traveled along the top of the concrete passage. "Sounds like the buses are busy this morning," he whispered.

Chris Brooks, the other SEAL point man, hobbled next to Adam so he could speak softly enough that he voice wouldn't carry. "He can hear the buses?"

Adam turned his head and smiled at him. "I tried to tell you he's that good."

Kevin smiled at the compliment and continued to the right as he followed the shaft underneath 15th street. After eighty feet, he heard Chris snap his fingers. Three SEALs knelt down as the injured man limped forward.

He stood next to Kevin, snapped his own glow stick, and shook it until the area shone brighter. "We're here," he groaned as he tried to control the pain.

The others looked around and saw no sign of an entrance. The puzzled look on their faces filled him with pride at the accomplishment of concealing the path that would lead them to their objective. "Can't see it can you, Skipper?"

Adam looked at the smiling man. "Are you sure they didn't take it out for security reasons?"

The SEAL held the glow stick next to the wall and began moving his other hand lightly against the cement. Within moments, his fingers brushed against a symbol lightly carved into the side. He brought the stick closer and smiled as he saw the image.

Adam came forward and looked at what the Construction Electrician had found. Chris hopped to the side so his Commanding Officer could get a better look. Adam chuckled as he saw the almost invisible symbol of the Navy SEAL Trident. "Now that's what I call a sign that says enter at your own risk."

"If you think that's cool, watch this," he said as he put pressure on the symbol. The camouflaged button pushed in and the team heard something like a trap door opening. In just seconds, everyone could make out a large circle in the side of the tunnel wall.

Greg moved forward as he shifted the large bag slung over his shoulder. "And you came up with this idea?"

Chris laughed and moved back. "Pretty fucking ingenious, if I do say so myself."

Adam reached into his own bag and pulled out two large suctions cups that Chris had asked to bring with them. After insuring a tight seal, he pulled the fake cover free and laid the composite cover on the floor.

Greg looked inside the dark shaft, then back at the team. "Okay, who wants to go down the rabbit hole first?"

Kevin moved forward and quickly slid into the opening. He crawled on his hands and knees as he sensed the others following. After twenty-five feet, he found himself at the opening of an even larger passage way and moved forward until he dropped onto the floor of the rectangular tunnel.

He dropped the glow stick and turned around to help the others through the opening. Chris was the last to come through and moaned deeply as the pain increased in his ankle. "You still good to go, or do you want to wait here?"

Chris looked into Kevin's eyes; his eyes narrowed as he clinched his teeth. "Does it look like I'm dead yet?"

Kevin laughed then led the team onward. It took another ten minutes before they reached a dead end to the corridor. The werewolf/SEAL began looking around for another marker and took on a puzzled look when he found none. He turned around and saw the limping member move forward. "Okay, now what, Chris?"

"Move back a couple of steps, Kevin."

Kevin took a step back but still looked puzzled. "Why?"

Chris chuckled and then reached down. "Because you were standing on the release."

After brushing the old dust away, Chris pulled a small handle up and then moved to the side as a door swung open. The dark tunnel was now bathed in a different light as the florescent glow from the secret tunnel filtered in around the team.

The team moved quickly down the new corridor. When they reached the weapons rack, Greg placed the bag on the ground and began pulling out the modified AR-15s. He made sure to take care as not to disrupt the individual charges in the magazines.

Meanwhile, Adam and Kevin made quick work of the locks that secured the real weapons to each rack along the wall. They pulled the heavy, thick steel cable through each trigger guard and began removing them. After the racks were empty, Kevin grabbed Greg's bag and placed each weapon inside.

Chris was busy placing the small camera on the edge of the florescent light and wiring it into the existing power source. After a few adjustments to hide the wires and make it blend in as best he could, he raised his mic. "Gold Two, Gold One; operations check on the camera."

Naim Azzi sat in the back of the small van and adjusted the dials on the equipment. He glanced up at the monitor and then made a few more adjustments. Within moments, the small screen came to life and Naim was looking at the floor of the secret tunnel. From the amount of light he could tell that not all of the lights were on, which meant that the team was still undetected. "Gold One, up three degrees."

The Cryptologic Technician stared at the screen and suddenly saw two men working on the weapons rack. The image was blurred slightly and he made a few more adjustments. When the picture became clear, he sat back, and smiled. "Gold One; picture is five by five, and be advised time is now plus three five."

Adam lifted his own concealed mic and shot a glace toward Greg and Kevin as they ran the thick cable through the trigger guards of the fake AR-15s. "Gold One copies all, extract in sixty seconds, pick up in twenty."

**********

President Henry Walker checked his watch for the millionth time since his National Security team had come into the Oval Office. He tried to pay attention to the briefing, but his mind was elsewhere. He looked down at the note pad and read the time he was supposed to be at the photo shoot, then back to his watch.

"...and I don't think, Mr. President, that the Sudan government will oppose you if you decide to issue a statement," his Chief of Staff added.

John Arnold looked up from his note pad and noticed Walker staring at his watch. He knew the President wasn't paying attention. "So do you want the Joint Chiefs to issue the order for the nuclear strike or hold off for now?"

Walker snapped his head up. "Um -- what? What strike?"

John shut his folder and leaned back, then turned to the assembled security team. "That will be all gentlemen. We'll pick this back up in the morning."

The group left the office with puzzled expressions as they entered the outer office. The Presidents secretary, Ann Livingston, looked at her watch and then to the itinerary of the President's day. As the others left, she gave them all a quizzical look. "A ten minute security briefing? That's odd."

John laid his folder on the couch and moved cautiously toward the front of the Resolute desk. "Mr. President, we've been friends for a long time now right? I mean, I should be able to get away with disposing of protocol, due to our friendship and all."

"What -- oh sure, John, fire away."

John Arnold placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward. "Where the hell is your mind today? I mean I'll get you another watch, because yours must be broken the way you keep checking it."

"Sorry, it's just I really want to get that photo shoot out of the way. The kids are from my home town and it's pretty important to me," Walker lied.

"Jesus, Henry, that's not for another four hours. You want me to clear your schedule until then so you can practice your smile?" John shook his head, went back over to the couch, and picked up his black leather folder.

He looked at the President who had now moved to the window and was searching the area. John Arnold walked toward the curved door and pulled it open. He turned to look at his longtime friend and began to worry. "With all due respect Mr. President; using the limos to go to the IRS building while a demonstration is in progress is publicity we don't need right now."

Walker spun around and narrowed his eyes at his Chief of Staff. "We go outside; end of discussion."

**********

Kevin reached down and picked up the last of the green glow sticks. Chris grabbed the ladder first since he was injured, and prepared to exit the tunnel. The four SEALs waited for the call from the van for extract or the hold call if it was needed.

Adam brought his arm up and spoke softly. "Gold One in position; advise ETA."

The voice he heard in his earpiece was that of Chief Randy Cross. "Turning the corner now. Extract in forty five seconds."

Adam looked at his team as they moved into the ready position. "Remember everyone; we only have a ninety second window. It will take us longer to get out than it did getting in so don't drag ass."

Randy monitored his position between his van and the car in front of him. The small BMW had his right turn signal on just as the light turned yellow. "This guy's turning. Get ready to give them the go call, Naim."

The car turned to the right slightly, but then suddenly hit his brakes as the driver looked to his left. Randy in turn, hit his own brakes and the small van came to a halt just behind the BMW. "Come on you dumb fuck; turn already."

The driver waited for one car to speed through the intersection and then he turned right to follow it. Randy pulled forward quickly and got his van into position. He looked in his rear view mirror as the large box van pull up behind him fast and slammed on his brakes. "Gold One, go." He paused for a few seconds to allow the manhole cover to be removed as he monitored the time. "Be advised, seventy seconds left."

Chris Brooks had his good foot on the small steel ladder as he held both arms over his head. He felt Kevin's hands on his butt to keep him stable. Within seconds, Bill and V-man yanked him upward and the hole was now clear for the equipment bags.

Adam was cursing under his breath at the lost time. He made a mental note to have a chat with Randy once they were done. The real AR-15s went up first, followed by the smaller bag of equipment. Once those were clear, Greg took one step up and thrust his arms into the air. Like Chris, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Twenty seconds, Gold One," Naim called out.

Kevin went up the ladder next, but just before he could put his hands up, his foot slipped off the ladder rung and he fell back down the hole. Adam grabbed him and shoved him back up. Two SEALs above him pulled hard as he disappeared in the box van.

"Ten seconds, get a move on, Gold One!"

Adam looked at the two men reaching out for him. "Get the cover on and come back for me."

Bill looked back down at his Commanding Officer. "Move your ass, Skipper!"

Greg Swanson was huddled out of the way so the others could get in without obstruction. He brought his own mic up. "Gold Two; we are minus one body. Buy us fifteen seconds."

Randy muttered a few curse words as he watched the light turn green. He checked the mirror and saw traffic was starting to back up behind them. He pulled forward slightly, then shut the engine off. When he did, he could hear the horns begin to blow behind the group.

In an instant, he pulled the hood latch and stepped out. Randy held his hand up in an apologetic gesture and then reached down and lifted the hood of the van. He reached into the engine compartment and pretended to check it over. "Gold One; hurry the fuck up," he said in a louder voice so the mic would pick it up.

After slamming the hood shut, he walked around and stood next to the driver's door. Once again, he raised his hand and climbed back in the van. Just as he cranked the engine over, he heard the report. "Gold One, secure."

Randy Cross turned right and looked in the mirror as he watched the box van continue toward 15th street. He looked over at Naim just as he undid his seatbelt to move to the back. "Well, that was a lot of fun. Let's hope that was our only glitch for this mission. Get ready to pick up the Skipper in fifteen minutes."

**********

Lieutenant Jack Patrick sat quietly on the small metal bench on the North side of the Ellipse. From his vantage point, he had a clear view of the South Lawn and the President's Park. His sipped his coffee while he enjoyed the opening moments of the sunrise.

His large head phones looked like any other person that might be listening to music and enjoying a relaxing morning, but those that passed him by on a morning jog had no idea they were connected to a radio in his coat pocket.

As he brought the coffee up he pretended to spill some and brought his jacketed arm up to wipe away the fluid. "Blue Two, Blue One. We have the ball."

On the other side of the White House, Mark Wolfhorst and Scott Ross walked around in the park just across from the North Lawn. Protesters of all shapes, sizes, color, and gender gathered nearby. Some passed out signs, while some other members of the organization talked quietly amongst themselves about strategy.

Wolfie moved over to the group of people seated at a table and retrieved two signs. On his way back to Scott, he passed two uniformed Capital Police officers and nodded politely as he continued on his way.

When he reached his teammate, he handed him a sign and brought his own up to his mouth. "Blue Two, copies ball."

0845, forty-five minutes until the photo shoot.

President Henry Walker made a conscious effort to listen to the Domestic Policy Advisor as she rambled on about statements and appearances in swing states needed for reelection. Even though he heard the words, his mind was elsewhere.

"...so I think Mr. President, if we hit Ohio and Pennsylvania a few more times in-between some of the southern states, our numbers have a better than average chance on going up."

John Arnold listened to the briefing too, but his eyes were glued to the President's. He could tell his friend was faking his expression of listening to the small woman sitting on the couch.

Walker nodded his head and wrote a few notes on his small pad in front of him. "Okay, Lorie, that sounds like it's possible. Write up a plan on how to proceed and give it to John to look over."

His public affairs assistant looked at her watch and noted the time. "Sir, if we are to make the photo shoot we should be moving in thirty minutes."

Henry Walker stood up quickly, which caused the others to stand up. "Outstanding, I've been waiting all morning to see these kids. John, is the limo here yet?"

John Arnold paused in his response. What he really wanted to say, he couldn't, not in front of the rest of the staff. He looked down at his watch and then back up to the President. "It should be arriving out front in about ten minutes -- Sir," he replied with a slightly rebellious tone.

"Very well, thank you everyone and keep up the good work," Walker replied as he moved to the window and checked outside again. "Are they out there waiting for me in the South Lawn with the visitors, or will they be in with the protestors?" he thought to himself.

**********

Adam Dawson, now dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt, looked at the large dive watch on his wrist, and then back to the small screen that sat on the make shift table inside the parked van. "Why isn't it getting brighter in there?"

Naim made a few minor adjustments but the picture remained the same. "They haven't turned all the lights on yet, and we haven't noticed any Secret Service agents walk by, Skipper. Maybe they're taking their sweet time about checking the tunnel?"

"This is starting to suck big time. Blue Team, check in on status," Adam growled into the mic.

Jack Patrick flipped the page of the newspaper he was pretending to read. "Blue One, no activity except visitors."

Scott Ross was about to check in when Wolfie grabbed his arm. Ross turned to find out what the deadly SEAL sniper was looking at. He suddenly got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched the parade of black SUV's and the Presidential limo approach the front gates and enter unmolested from the chanting protestors. "You're fucking shitting me right?"

Wolfie bounced his sign up and down as he joined the chant. After a few seconds, he stopped and held the sign close. "Gold One, be advised that a Presidential motor cade just pulled up to the gate."

Lieutenant Commander Adam Dawson lowered his head as he listened to the reports. "Gold One copies, continue to monitor." His tone was filled with pessimism.

**********

The President paced the room, as he checked his watch again. "Come on people; let's get the show on the road for crying out loud."

His pacing stopped and he turned suddenly to see his personal secretary, Ann Livingston, enter. She was smartly dressed in her business suit, as she stood in the doorway of the Oval Office and held her clipboard filled with papers and notes. "Excuse me, Mr. President, the motor cade is outside the North entrance when you're ready, Sir."

"Thank you, Ann. If you would please, contact Secretary Cothran and tell her I'll be arriving shortly," he replied as his face took on a large smile.

President Henry Walker followed his secretary out and motioned to the Secret Service agent standing by the door. As they moved toward the hall, he brought his arm up and spoke into the microphone attached to his wrist. "All teams, Liberty, is moving."

**********

The two agents who guarded the door to the North entrance cast their eyes downward as they listened to the call on the President's movement. Suddenly, they walked out, looked at the transportation detail, and nodded their heads. With sharp eyes, they all began scanning the area for any possible threat.




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**********

Mark and Scott looked on as they saw the Secret Service agents walk out the doors. They turned to each other with a look of shared despair. Wolfie moved his sign closer to his face slowly as he realized the special SEAL team had just failed the test mission. "Gold One, be advised they are securing the North entrance."

The team of combat hardened SEALs all heard the call at the same time from Adam Dawson. "Gold One copies." There was a slight pause in the dejected Team Leader's comments. "Prepare for abort call."

Jack Patrick lowered his head at the thought of all the planning and work the team had put into taking down the most secure human on the face of the planet just turned out to be a failure. When the thought came to him, he snapped his head up and spoke into his mic quickly. "Blue Two; you do whatever you have to, but make damn sure the motorcade gets nervous about going that way! I don't care if you start a riot, just stop them."

Wolfie and Scott Ross looked at each other and smiled. They weren't concerned with the police that stood nearby as they moved their signs up and down with the others. "He did say anything, right?" Scott said with a laugh.

**********

President Walker moved quickly down the hall toward the North entrance. Even though he had a smile on his face, his eyes darted back and forth the same as the agents assigned to protect him.

As the most powerful man in the world approached the double doors, the agents stopped him. They could only watch with concern as the large group forced their way past the Capital Police and stormed the gates of the White House.

The agent in charge of the detail turned and looked at the President. He had a smile on his face, but his Chief of Staff had a look of impending doom. He couldn't decide on which man to address as the situation worsened outside the gates. "Sir, it's not as secure as we'd like it to be," he said to Walker.

"We go outside."

John Arnold didn't know what had come over his friend, but he'd had just about enough of him trying to ruin his own re-election campaign. "Mr. President, I will not be party to a political blood bath. If you choose to carry on with this absurd idea, you can find yourself another Chief of Staff."

The President looked at John, then back to the growing crowd outside the White House. "They're out there. I know they are." He took a step forward and began scanning the crowd. He knew the others were right about the problems with having to push back a crowd that size.

In defeat, he lowered his head and nodded. Just as the agent went to make the call for the change of routes, he looked hard at his old friend and confidant. "Fine! We'll use the fucking tunnel! While I'm busy with the photo shoot, you get on the God damn phone and have, Vice Admiral Eric Olmsted, at the Pentagon in my office after I'm done!" Walker moved past the agents as he stormed his way toward the entrance of the secret tunnel between the White House and IRS building.

John Arnold was stunned beyond words as he watched the President walk away and the senior agent speak into his microphone. "Liberty, on the way to secondary exit. All agents move now."

**********

Adam had his head down in defeat as he contemplated the situation. He began to think if he could just get his team out, that would be enough to keep the idea of SEAL Team Six alive; with or without his leadership.

He was about to make the abort call when suddenly, Naim noticed the screen on the monitor get brighter. "Hold the phone boys and girls, we have movement."

Adam's head shot up as he looked at the screen. He noticed first one, then another Secret Service agent move past the weapons rack. The Navy SEAL raised his arm quickly. "All teams standby, target may be on the move."

The two men continued to monitor the screen, as Adam held the detonating trigger in his hand. "Come on, Henry, come to, Daddy."

**********

Everyone around him knew not to say too much, not with the President in this foul of a mood. The elevator doors opened and one agent stepped out and led the way down the secret tunnel. When Henry Walker stepped out, the others gave him some room as he walked steadily behind the agent in front.

The President had his head down as he thought about his options on replacing the trustworthy Adam Dawson, or pulling the plug overall of the idea of a special SEAL team. "Gentlemen, this is turning out to be a shitty day," Walker grumbled.

The lead agent needed to make a call on the President's position and looked at the secured AR-15s against the wall. "Liberty is at checkpoint Bravo."

Just as Walker was about to pass the first weapon, he began to mumble. "I should just scratch the whole damn idea."

**********

Adam watched as the group made their way down the corridor. When he saw the target, he smiled. "Gotcha, Henry!"

**********

As the concussion of the blast reverberated against the walls, everyone pulled out their weapons and prepared to return fire. President Walker brought his arms in a protective posture as he felt the hundreds of tiny plastic darts hit his body. Two agents tackled him to the floor and shielded his body as the others ran toward the small group in the middle of the weapon racks.

"Liberty down. I say again, Liberty down! Secure the Castle!"

The agents picked Walker up by his arms and rushed him toward the elevator. He had a large smile on his face now as they pushed him inside, weapons pointed at the ready for another attack.

The doors closed and the President of the United States had but one thought as his men surrounded him. "Son of Bitch actually pulled it off!"

11:45 am, President's outer office.

For the past two hours, Ann Livingston had been swamped with phone calls, people going in and out of the Oval Office, Secret Service agents hustling about. She currently had one phone pressed tightly to her ear, as she held another phone against her breast. She was busy talking to the FBI Director, when she noticed the head of the Secret Service storm into the office.

Ken Kleyn had a determined look on his face as he approached the two agents outside the Oval Office door. They stepped to the side and he grabbed the handle roughly. He stopped when he heard Ann bark at him.

Ann had pulled the phone away from her ear when she saw him grab the handle. "Sir, you can't go in there. He's in a..."

Ken shot her a hard look back. "Right now I really don't care, Ann!"

President Walker was laughing hard as he sat on the couch looking at Eric Olmsted. He had his jacket unbuttoned and looked very comfortable for a man that just survived an assignation attempt. "...and I almost shit myself when the damn things went off. You'll have to thank..."

Ken barged in and slammed the door behind him. He knew it was inexcusable as he narrowed his eyes at the President of the United States and clenched his teeth. Even though his boss was smiling at him, he stormed over to the couch and pulled out his badge and service weapon.

The angry agent tossed them on the couch next to walker. "You can accept that as my official resignation -- Sir!" Olmsted wanted to flee the room and get out of the line of fire. He was about to stand up when the President motioned for him to stay seated. 

"Your resignation is declined. Why don't you sit down Ken and let's talk this over." Walker's voice was calm as he looked at the angry agent.

Ken stood his ground as he ignored the Walker's request. "You knew about this all along didn't you? What, you think I'm incompetent so you had to test me and my men?"

The President chuckled as he remembered the take down. "It's not that at all, Ken. I needed to..."

Ken turned around and headed for the door. "I quit!"

"Sit -- down!" Walker shouted.

Director Kleyn spun around as he heard the President's demand. His face was still full of anger as he stormed back over to the couch and sat next to the Vice Admiral. As he did, he noticed a large gold SEAL trident above numerous colored ribbons.

Walker took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he tried to regain his happy demeanor. "Ken, this is Vice Admiral Olmstead. I give you my word that this is not about you or your men. In my opinion, I think you're the most talented agent I've ever seen."

He turned to look at Olmstead. "What do you think, Eric? Do we need to let him in?"

"If you don't want to have to replace him, I think you better, Sir," Olmstead replied with a laugh.

President Walker began filling his trusted agent in on all his activity since the secret meeting in the woods. He purposely withheld any names of the individuals who just pulled of the hit of the century. When he got to the point in his story about the exploding magazines, he started laughing hard once more.

Kleyn shook his head as he listened, then looked back at his boss. "So all of this was about a damn test?"

"That's about the size of it, Ken. There is one part of the test I am curious about though; did they leave any clues as to who did it?"

Ken reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved the object one of his men gave him. "Not a trace, Sir. The fake AR-15s are cleaner than the boy in the bubble's room. We assume they came in through the rescue tunnel, but after that, it looks like ghosts attacked you. I thought you might like to have this as a memento."

The agent tossed the object to the President and it landed in his lap. When Walker picked up the rubber tipped plastic dart, he couldn't help himself as he started laughing hard once more.

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Kristine and Laura glanced up from watching the television as Candrea got up from the couch and moved to the window. The blond werewolf stood cautiously to the side as she pulled the curtain back and peered outside. When she saw the passengers in the taxi get out, she moved back over to the couch. "Looks like the boys are home."

The two human females jumped up and headed for the door. Kristine undid the chain and lock then threw the door open. Once they stepped outside, Candrea jumped up and called for Atsuko to join her outside.

The two Navy SEALs braced themselves on the front lawn as the two women rushed toward them. Almost at the same time, both jumped at their respective lovers and wrapped their limbs around their bodies.

Kevin held his lover's taut bottom as he rocked her back and forth. "You shouldn't do that until after the baby is born. Wouldn't want anything to happen to the little fella."

The small group went inside as Candrea and Atsuko looked over the area one more time before joining them. Adam headed for the kitchen as Kevin put his lover down. He couldn't resist kissing her softly once more.

Adam stepped back into the living room and handed Kevin an ice-cold beer. "We deserve this," he said as he held his up in a toast. They both took a long pull off the bottles and sighed as the cold liquid ran down their throats.

Kevin looked over at Atsuko as she patiently waited to be addressed. "So, where is everybody?"

"The others are outside getting the grill ready, Sir. After your phone call, we thought it would be fitting to cook some steaks for you." She bowed slightly and then smiled at him.

"Kevin?" Candrea's voice caused him to turn and face her in preparation for another argument.

"Yes?" Kevin's eyes narrowed and waited for the harsh remarks that were sure to flow from her lips.

The Australian werewolf smiled brightly as she reached up and rubbed his shoulder. "It's good to see you in one piece. Did you guys have fun?"

Kevin was stunned as her words flowed like a gentle breeze. "What?"

"Why don't you two sit down and relax while we whip up some supper for everyone. How do you like your steak?" Candrea's smile never vanished as she looked at the stunned SEAL.

Kevin shook his head as the puzzled expression intensified. "Who are you and what did you do with the real Candrea?"

"I'll just go tell, Eddie, two mediums will be fine," she replied as she walked away humming a happy tune.

Adam, too, was in a state of shock as he looked with astonishment at his wife. "What the hell did you do, hit her with a bat or something?"

Kristine laughed at him as she kissed his cheek. "I'll tell you later, sweetheart."

Kevin moved toward Atsuko and she knew of her responsibility. She pulled the Lycanthrope Medallion out from under her shirt and held it gently. "I must say Sir; I can feel its power."

"I understand, Atsuko. It's like that for me all the time. I'd like to have it back now if you don't mind."

"Sir, if you will permit me one small favor please?" Atsuko bowed down, her eyes cast away from the Chosen One.

Kevin cocked his head to the side as he looked at the small Asian woman. "Since you kept my medallion safe, I suppose so. What is it?"

She remained submissive as she rose up, but kept her eyes down. "May you permit me to see what it is like in my true form?"

Kevin stepped back out of the way and took a drink of beer. "Sure, but not too long okay? I feel kind of naked without it these days."

Atsuko smiled at him as she moved to the center of the room. "Thank you, Sir." The other four people in the room watched on as she took the form of a black werewolf. Her stature was smaller than most, but Kevin could see that she would be very nimble in a fight.

Before their astonished eyes, an unseen force flung her backwards. When she hit the wall, her human form engulfed her and she shook her head to clear the dizziness. Kevin ran over to her and began checking her over. "Jesus, Atsuko, are you alright? What the hell was that about?"

The small framed woman removed the medallion and handed it to the rightful owner. As she gingerly got up off the floor, she gave a slight bow of her head. "Please forgive me, Sir. It seems the Lycanthrope Medallion did not agree with my request."

9:30 pm, Norfolk International Airport, Norfolk, Virginia.

Adam Dawson and Kevin Dvorska were dressed in business suits as they made their way through the security checkpoint. Both men walked causally down the center of the aisle. They wanted to make sure that from the moment they left the house to boarding the plane, they were clearly visible.

They were so lax in their security protocol that neither of them turned around to check the area behind them. Adam checked his ticket again and looked up at the gate numbers. He checked his watch, and then saw the assigned gate.

He heard the boarding call just as he reached the counter where a young woman stood taking tickets, "This is the last call for flight 1189 to New York. All passengers should finish boarding at this time."

The young woman looked at the ticket and tore off the stub. As she handed it back to him, she smiled. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Dawson. Have a pleasant flight."

Adam walked into the boarding tunnel a few feet and then turned to wait on Kevin. He watched as the process was repeated for his friend, but stole a quick glance behind him to see if anyone was monitoring them.

After receiving his stub, Kevin joined his team leader and both walked slowly down the extended ramp towards the waiting airliner. When they reached the cabin door, a pretty and smiling flight attendant greeted them and extended her hand toward the coach section. "Welcome aboard, gentlemen. Please find your seats as we will be taking off shortly."

As soon as Kevin turned to walk down the aisle, his werewolf senses went into overdrive. He franticly searched the other passengers looking for the new threat. From the rear of the plane, he watched someone stand up and move towards them.

Adam got a big smile on his face as he saw Jake Newton walking toward them. The SEAL Team Leader thrust his powerful hand out and shook Jake's equally powerful one. "What the hell are you doing here, Jake? Things a little slow at the S.A.D?"

Jake slapped Adam on the shoulder and released the grip. "It seems things have picked up a bit now that we know Nadia is somewhere in Virginia Beach."

Adam stepped to the side and allowed Kevin past him. "I thought I sensed a toy poodle on this plane. How's it going, brother?" Kevin said as he embraced the other werewolf tightly.

Jake released him and stepped back. "Fuck you, squid. I got your toy poodle right here," he shot back as he pointed at his crotch.

Adam turned around, shoved his carry-on bag in an overhead compartment, and then looked over the twenty or so people that sat idly by waiting for takeoff. "Everything ready to go on your end?"

"Sure is, Commander. I've got the gear down below and we're going to let a few more of our people on just to make it look good."

Kevin looked around at the staring faces and then back to Jake. "Is everyone in on it?"

"The entire plane is filled with nothing but CIA personnel," Jake replied.

Adam and Kevin took their seats as Jake went up front to inform the pilots they were ready. Once the doors were closed, the airliner was maneuvered away from the gate and to anyone inside the terminal; it appeared as a normal flight headed to New York.

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Inside the terminal, a large black woman was seated across the aisle at another gate. She put her paper down and moved toward the check-in counter. She swayed her hips seductively as she stood in front of the well-dressed man behind the small wooden counter.

When she leaned in to talk to him, her ample cleavage was visible and he couldn't help but dart his eyes down to the chocolate mounds. "Excuse me, sugar pie." Her southern drawl making a singsong type of sound.

The young man shot his eyes upward, his checks beginning to blush from embarrassment. "Um -- yes, Ma'am, can I help you?"

"Well, you sure can, baby. Since that flight over there that left was full, are you sure I can get on this one to New York?" Even though she was heavy set, the allure of her forwardness was tempting.

"Yes, Ma'am. There must have been some mix up in the accommodations, but yes, we have room for you. It should boarding in about forty-five minutes."

The flirtatious woman smiled and returned to her seat. As she picked her paper up again, she opened it and began to read. "Nowhere on earth, Mr. Dvorska."

17,000 feet, somewhere over Northern Virginia.

Three men were down below in the rear access area. The compartment was small, but the men could still stand up without hitting their heads. Two of them, dressed in black insulated jumpsuits, finished adjusting the straps that kept the equipment secured tight to their bodies.

Kevin reached over to the wall and retrieved a small towel that hung there and began wiping out his goggles. He looked up at Jake Newton who was busy chatting with the pilots. "So who packed the chutes for this jump?"

Jake held his finger up and paused Kevin for a moment. "Got it, Sir, I'll let them know." He turned to face his newfound brother. "I did. You got a problem with that, fur face?"

Kevin turned his head quickly toward Adam. "We're gonna die."

Adam chuckled. "Well if the faulty chutes don't kill us, the turbulence just might do the trick."

"Pilot said five minutes out." Jake connected his safety harness and then reached over to the release lever for the rear stairway.

Although the two Navy SEALs were well versed in jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft, this kind of jump was difficult due to the extreme turbulence that flowed just behind the aircraft.

Kevin reached out, shook Jake's hand, and then lowered his goggles. "I'll see you in hell, jarhead."

Jake laughed at him. "You first, squid."

Jake held up two fingers and pulled the lever. As the rear ladder dropped down, the air was sucked out of the compartment and it soon became turbulent inside. He could only watch as his two friends made their way carefully down the ladder.

Adam had stopped near the end as he waited for the signal. Kevin turned and watched Jake as he nodded his head and gave Kevin the go signal. He turned quickly and patted his Commanding Officer on the shoulder. One second later, the Navy SEAL and werewolf dove out after him.




The Chosen One Ch. 06



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The two-lane road was lined with trees on either side. Only the glaring headlights and the sound of a car rolling along its lonely path shattered the darkness of the area. The rented sedan slowed to a stop, its bright red tail lights casting an eerie glow on the dark pavement.

The front passenger door opened and a muscular man stepped out into the night. He scanned the area carefully and then stuck his head back in the car. As if choreographed, the rest of the doors opened and the occupants stepped out.

Candrea Lacson joined her new mate as they sniffed the area and looked around. With no signs of trouble, the two werewolves shut their car doors. She motioned for Eduardo and the two went to the front of the car and checked the map in the bright beam of the headlight. "This is the spot he told us to go to. Where the hell are they?"

With a worried look, Laura began searching the night sky. "Maybe this wasn't the best idea on how to escape without, Nadia, finding us?"

Kristine walked around the car and put her arm around her friend's shoulder. "Look at it this way Laura. If it worked for, D.B. Cooper, our two SEALs can do it."

The future wife of the world's most efficient killing machine turned to look at the searching woman. "D.B. Cooper was never found."

"That doesn't mean he didn't make it, sweetie," Kristine replied as she continued searching the darkness.

Candrea turned and gazed down the road as a pair of headlights approached from the opposite direction. This obscure section of road was far away from any populated spot and they were cautious as the unwanted vehicle approached.

"Ed, get the women into the tree line just in case," Candrea said.

The three people darted toward the densely pack trees and then crouched behind some large maples as they peered out at Candrea. They could only watch as the unknown car slowed to a stop just in front of their own rented sedan.

The engine remained running as the burly older man stepped out of his vehicle. He stared hard at the stunning blond woman who held an equally hard look. "Evening, Ma'am, you have car trouble tonight?"

She was about to answer him when Kristine Dawson ran out of the woods and headed straight for Neal Hawkins. Candrea was stunned that the human female would expose herself without knowing if he was a threat or not.

"Oh, it's so good to see you again, Neal," Kristine said as she released his neck.

Hawkins chuckled at her enthusiasm. "It's only been about month, Kristine, and if we keep meeting like this, my wife is going to get suspicious."

Eduardo and Laura slowly made their way out of hiding as the upset Australian crossed her arms in front of her. "Excuse me, Mrs. Dawson, but -- um -- this is?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Candrea. Neal Hawkins, Candrea Lacson." Kristine turned to look at the two forms emerging from the tree line. "That over there is Eduardo Matos. These two are the ones who've been sort of watching over us."

The retired Navy SEAL locked his eyes on a small framed woman; the protruding belly bump noticeable as she straightened her clothing. "Don't tell me, is that her?"

Kristine laughed loudly into the stillness of the night. "Yep. The one and only future Mrs. Dvorska."

Neal walked toward the small woman and stuck out his hand. "Christ, I haven't seen you since you worked the club at Aviano. I always knew Dvorska had a way with pretty girls."

Laura shook his hand and smiled at him. "It's good to see you again, Mr. Hawkins."

"Stop that mister shit right now little, lady. You're about to join an elite club of SEAL wives. The name is Neal."

The Director for the Special Activities Division of the CIA went over to his car and shut off the engine. He searched the area looking for his passengers and then back to Kristine. "No sign of the egg heads yet?"

"My guess is that they are hurtling at break neck speed toward us as we speak. Candrea, would you be a dear and turn the headlights on? We wouldn't want them to end up in the trees."

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Kevin Dvorska was slightly above and to the right of his friend as they drifted down, the black chutes masking their approach to the two sets of headlights below them. With his keen eyesight, even with the darkness surrounding him, he saw a blond headed woman turn her head toward the two figures in the sky.

He began pulling the steering handles of the silk canopy above him and watched as his body began drifting over and lined up with the dark road. Kevin saw Adam's chute drift lifelessly behind him and he pulled on his handles to slow his decent. As he reached the ground, he started jogging forward so he wouldn't be tangled in the cords of the chute.

As the two SEALs began gathering up the equipment, Neal and the girls walked toward them. "Welcome to Earth, Commander. How was the jump?"

Adam smiled at his old Skipper. "Not bad once you got through the turbulence. You should try it, Neal."

The old SEAL chuckled lightly as he thought the request over. "No, I don't think so. My jump days are far behind me. A little bird told me someone pulled a practical joke on the President this morning. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

Adam chuckled but looked at his old boss with shock. "I haven't got a clue about any jokes, but if it was funny -- I hope, President Walker's, laughing."

"Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say."

With his gear in one arm, Kevin leaned in toward his lover and kissed her gently on the lips. She followed close behind as he moved to Hawkins' car and popped the trunk open. After all the gear was stowed, he patted his mate's tiny bottom and went over to Candrea. "Any problems getting away unseen?"

"Not a one, Kevin. Ed and I are going to use a different approach to get back in the house. Don't worry about a thing, we'll keep up the appearance as if the girls are still inside under protection," Candrea replied with a smile.

Kevin had a puzzled look on his face as he listened to her now pleasant voice. He was sure she wouldn't pass up a chance to reprimand him one final time before leaving. "Aren't you going to tell me what a fool I am for fleeing to Predjama without protection?"

The once arrogant and unsympathetic woman reached up and cupped his sculpted face. She realized that no matter what, fate would always play itself out as it intended. "I will offer this one piece of advice. Have fun and we'll see you in a few weeks."

Neal checked his watch and opened the driver's door to his car. "People, if we're going to stay on schedule, let's get the show on the road."

Candrea tossed the car keys to Eduardo as she moved around to the passenger seat. She turned her head to see the other vehicle begin to turn around on the desolate road. When Ed started the engine, the blond Australian werewolf reached over and pulled the zipper of his slacks down. "I didn't lie to him, Eddie. I told him we'd do something different on the way back," she whispered as she slid her lips over his growing member.

I hope everyone enjoyed that chapter. I will try to get the start of Predjama out as quickly as I can. Please don't forget to vote and let me know how I'm doing.



The Chosen One Ch. 07



Thanks to Julie for the editing, and all my beta readers for the feedback. I have to give credit to MizT for begging me to return to Predjama. It's only fitting that the trilogy started here, and I know everyone likes the castle. So for MizT, welcome home sweetie.

4:30pm, just outside of Predjama Slovenia.

Kevin maneuvered the small rental car along the narrow road leading to the town of Predjama. His eyes darted to the passenger seat and saw that his future wife, Laura, was still napping. Her excitement about staying at the castle had finally given out and sleep had overtaken her.

Adam Dawson peered out his own window as he remembered the last time he had been on this road. The memories of the mission to rescue his fellow SEALs, the final fight between his point man and Viljem Kordic, the first time he had ever laid eyes on his loving wife, all flooded his mind.

As the car rounded a slight curve in the road, Adam saw the immense castle come into view. He tapped Kevin on the shoulder and motioned him to pull over to the side. With the soothing vibrations of the car now missing, the two sleeping females began to wake up.

Laura slowly sat upright and rubbed her eyes. She turned to look at her lover who was smiling back at her. "Wow, I really needed that nap. Are we there yet?" Kevin kept smiling and pointed out the window.

The young woman's excitement began to grow again as she jumped out of the car and looked down at the small town. She could make out figures moving about on the streets, then her eyes drifted further toward the castle that was embedded into the side of a cliff.

Kristine stood next to her friend as she stared in awe at the sight before her. "I almost forgot how beautiful the castle is at this time of day. I loved walking up here and just watching as the shadows caressed the front."

Laura continued to stare at the massive structure. "I still can't believe that's going to be mine someday."

Kevin and Adam were leaning against the car as they listened to the two women talk as they admired the view. Kevin shook his head in dismay and then looked at his team leader. "Can you believe that, Adam? We aren't even married yet and everything is already hers."

Adam slapped Kevin on the back and laughed. "Welcome to the joys of being married, little buddy." He cleared his throat to get the others' attention. "If you two are done admiring the view, I'd like to get the logistics portion of the trip over with."

The group returned to the vehicle and Kevin made his way down the winding road toward the town. As he slowed down when he reached Predjama, Kristine had her face pressed to the window, looking for anyone she might recognize from her years of living there.

Kevin had to stop a few times to let the residents, along with some excited tourists, cross the street. Finally, he made it to the small parking area just in front of the castle. He pulled into an open spot beside some tourists busily snapping away with their cameras.

The four friends got out of the car and Laura excitedly ran to her mate. As she wrapped her slender arms around his neck, she squeezed tightly. "Thank you for bringing me here."

He patted her small butt and tried to walk to the trunk to retrieve the luggage. Kevin had a hard time walking as his lover held tight to his powerful neck. "Um – you're welcome, sweetie, but it's going to be hard getting to the castle with you hanging on me."

She released her hold and allowed him to move away. Adam was watching the tourists as they milled about and turned to Kevin. "Kev, let's leave the luggage for now. I think the new curator might take the announcement of our arrival and plans to stay for a vacation better without our luggage in tow."

The group made their way to the front of the castle. Kevin walked arm in arm with his lover as they passed tourists leaving the area after their visit. When they reached the front, Laura looked up and admired the sight before her. She lowered her eyes to gaze at a small woman dressed in 18th century style clothing.

Kristine saw the woman too and moved past the others to greet her replacement. She stood idly as she chatted with a small group of visitors. When the dark haired curator looked past them and saw Kristine, her face beamed with happiness.

Elaina Cesnik bid the group farewell and moved gracefully toward Kristine. When she stood just in front of the former CIA Officer, she placed her hands on her slim hips. "Please tell me you're here to get your old job back."

Kristine wrapped her arms around the woman and kissed each cheek of her smiling face. "It's so good to see you again, Elaina. How are things with the tours?"

The slightly younger woman released Kristine and took a step back. "You know as well as I do that the tours can take a toll on you after a few years, Kristine. Thank God that's the last one for the day."

Kristine grabbed her arm and led her away from the small drawbridge connecting the outside world with the front door. "Come on, I want you to meet some people. I think you'll be very interested in meeting one of them."

Elaina rolled her eyes and mumbled. "Just what I need; more people and more forced smiling. God, I'm tired of smiling."

The two women approached two muscular men and a petite woman who were, again, admiring the castle. Elaina noticed that one of the men wore a baseball cap and was pointing out features of the castle to the woman. Her gaze turned to the other man and found him watching her and Kristine approach.

When the pair reached the small group, Kristine let go of the other woman's arm. "Elaina, I would like to introduce my husband, Adam Dawson."

She shot a startled look at her predecessor. "You mean there's someone in this world brave enough to handle you?"

As Adam stuck out his hand, Kevin turned to listen in on the conversation. "Nice to meet you, Elaina," Adam said as he gently shook her hand.

Kristine turned to Laura, who was all smiles and showed genuine excitement, as she looked at the curator. "This lovely beauty is Laura Ericson, at least it's Ericson for now."

Elaina shook her hand and was instantly captivated by her enthusiasm. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Laura. Welcome to Predjama castle."

Laura didn't release the curator's hand as she continued to smile. "Oh, what a lovely place this is. I can't believe I get to stay here for two whole weeks."

Elaina chuckled and pulled her hand back. "I must have misunderstood you. The castle is not open for boarders. The only ones who can stay...."

"And last but not least, Laura's future husband and my very dear friend, Kevin. Kevin would you be a dear and remove your hat and sunglasses," Kristine said as she waited for Elaina's reaction.

The young werewolf knew what was coming as he removed the items. He ran his fingers through his thick hair and waited. At first she just stared at him as if he was just another tourist, then her eyes widened and her shocked expression told him she just realized who he was.

Elaina's mouth fell open as she watched the rightful owner smile back at her. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry, Sir, I must look like a complete idiot right now. I must say, the resemblance to Baldomr is uncanny," she gasped as the image of the painting in the upstairs study flashed through her mind.

Kevin laughed and stuck out his hand in greeting. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Elaina. I should be the one to apologize for not calling first, but it couldn't be helped." He shook her hand as gently as he could and then pulled his hand away.

"The tours are over, so why don't we all go inside," she replied and turned to enter Predjama castle.

The group made their way to the small drawbridge, and Laura couldn't help but look down at the old, dried up moat. She gasped in awe as she studied the now grass covered trench and thought about invaders falling into it as they stormed the fortress so many years ago.

As Elaina opened the large wooden door, Kristine pulled the tour sign out of its holder and turned it around. Now that it was indicating the closing of the castle for tours, they could wonder around inside without being disturbed by overly curious tourists.

Elaina pulled the lacing on the white cotton bodice she wore as part of her tour guide uniform. After freeing herself, she tossed the garment on a small wooden chair that sat in the corner of the foyer. "I liked it better when I could just wear a nice dress. Now they have us dressing up like monkeys to better fit in with the history."

The current occupant waived her hand toward the study off to the right of the foyer. The group of four, led by Kristine, entered the study and Laura couldn't help but gawk at all the artifacts. "I could spend a life time looking at all the things here."

Elaina laughed at the comment as she listened to the same words for the millionth time. "This is just a small sampling, my dear. We started bringing some things down from the third floor because of all the recent interest in the castle's relics." She watched as the new guest reached up to a crystal decanter. "Oh please be careful, dear, some of the items in this room are very delicate."

Laura pulled her hand back as her face took on a bright crimson shade. Now embarrassed over her intrigue, she moved to sit next to her mate. "Sorry, it's my first time in a castle."

"Oh don't fret, dear. Just be careful is all." The young woman ran her hands through her dark hair and looked at Kevin. "So, Mr. Dvorska, what can I do for you, Sir?"

Kevin fidgeted and hoped the curator wouldn't balk at the idea. "I have to be honest with you, Elaina. My job has given me a few weeks off and I'd like very much to spend it here. We won't get in the way of the tours, I promise."

Elaina clapped her hands and her smile brightened even more. "That is the best news I've had in years."

"Well, like I said we won't get in the..."

Elaina started waving her hands at the idea of him staying upstairs and out of the way. "No, you have it all wrong, Mr. Dvorska." The woman moved to stand in front of him. "There is a stipulation in the rules about the castle being a tourist attraction. If the rightful heir stays at the castle, the tours are cancelled and all visitors mustn't come any closer than the parking lot."

Kevin got a sad look on his face as he thought about all the people who came to study the splendor of Predjama castle. "Now I feel bad. I don't want the castle closed on my account."

"On the contrary, Sir, you'd be doing me a favor. Two weeks off is rare and now I can visit my sister in Trieste. Hell, stay three weeks for all I care."

The group chatted on about how to secure the castle from visitors. Kevin could tell the curator was excited about the small vacation. She kept going on about how many times she repeatedly answered the same question for each group. Kristine laughed and added her own memories of when she had conducted the tours.

After the trip down memory lane and Elaina's constant reference to needing a break, she stood from her chair and thanked Kevin once again. "If you'll excuse me – my lord – I think I will just go put a bag together and get out from under foot."

Kevin checked his watch, as his stomach began to grumble. "I don't know about anyone else, but I could use some food and a beer."

Adam stood and started walking toward the foyer. "I'll go get the bags and after Elaina heads off to her sister's we'll go down to that diner we ate at last time we were here."

Laura moved closer to her mate and wrapped her arm around his. Her head was turning back and forth, as she continued to stare at the various artifacts around her. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind and she looked up at Kevin.

Tugging on his arm to get his attention, she flashed an impish smile. "Do you think I have time to look around? I promise not to touch anything."

Kevin laughed at her exuberance. "Kristine, can you show this excited little girl around before she has a heart attack?"

The two women left the lower study and Kevin went to the window overlooking the town. As he pulled the thick curtain back, the small town of Predjama came into view. The daylight was fading and he could make out lights coming on in homes, the street lamps beginning to flicker to life.

He smiled when the image of his great, great grandfather standing by the same window entered his mind. He began to wonder how many times Baldomr Purgstall or his wife Nevanka had looked out the same window. "I bet you two had a hell of good time in those days."

The image in his mind changed to a different scene. One of which had a man dressed in royal robes that looked like him, bending down and asking a human woman to marry a man that was only part human. Had she known before he asked her? Had she screamed in fear upon learning of the secret he kept inside?

As Adam entered the foyer with the bags, he set them down which caused Kevin to break away from his reflections of the two last inhabitants. He turned to his friend and Commanding Officer. "Hey, Adam, do you remember how to get in touch with Aviano?"

"I think so. Why?"

Kevin's face radiated excitement as a new image flooded his mind. "I think I have an idea on how to make this trip a little more special."

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Kristine moved closer to the large floral painting that hung on the stone wall that was part of the interior of the castle. When she turned around, Laura still had that child-like look of wonder. She laughed to herself as she pictured her exploring the vast upstairs rooms filled with artifacts. "You're gonna love this, sweetie," she said as she pulled the painting away from the wall revealing a staircase leading down into the bowels of the castle.

As the entrance to the lower caves came into view, she smiled as Laura's look changed from wondrous excitement to that of astonishment. "This is one of the entrances to a series of caves beneath the castle. If you follow the stairs down, there's a party room of sorts and even a small river that leads out of the castle."

Laura's mouth hung open as she peered down the opening. "Can we go down there – please?"

Her pleading tone made Kristine giggle with amusement. "Maybe tomorrow, dear. We have so much more to look at than a damp old cave."

Kristine moved the painting back into place and put her arm through Laura's as she guided the young woman back toward the front of the castle. As the pair moved closer to the grand staircase, they saw Elaina descending with a few bags.

The young curator was dressed in plain jeans and a sweatshirt. She now looked like any other person walking around Predjama. She gave Kristine a hug and then looked at Laura who still had a look of awe. "It was nice meeting you, Laura, and I hope you four have a nice time here." Elaina chuckled softly and moved closer to Laura. "I would say if you break it, you buy it, but if you're marrying Mr. Dvorska, you sort of own it anyway."

The young bride-to-be lowered her head in embarrassment. "I won't break anything, I promise."

Elaina bid everyone goodnight and opened the front door. As she turned to look at the small group of people, she had a huge smile on her face. "Really, Sir, if you want to make it three weeks, I won't object."

The happy curator left the castle as Adam picked up the hastily packed luggage and headed for the stairs. "I'm gonna toss these bags in the upstairs library and then I suggest we get something to eat."

The group waited on Adam as Laura happily ranted to her lover about all the wonderful things she had seen on the lower floor. When Adam returned, the group walked out into the cool night air and began the short walk to town.

It took only ten minutes to reach the diner. They settled into a corner table where Laura snuggled next to Kevin as he scanned the dining area and patrons enjoying their meals. She noticed his intent scrutiny and slapped his arm. "Hey, you're supposed to be on vacation! You're not supposed to be a SEAL for two whole weeks."

Adam nodded politely to the server as she placed four menus on the table. After taking their drink order, she darted off toward the back. Adam pulled his menu open but looked at his friend who was contemplating Laura. "Kev, she does have a point. I'm pretty sure we can let our guard down a little while we're here."

Kevin looked back at his boss with a bemused expression. "Who was it that was telling me a few days ago, it's better to be prepared than dead?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone moving and he looked over to see a young woman buttoning her long coat as she headed to the front door. She had long black hair and a youthful exuberance about her. The coat did nothing to hide her slender body.

Out of sheer habit, the young woman studied the customers to see if they needed anything before she left for her other job. Her attention stopped on the group of four at the corner table where her focus was drawn to the young man with his back to the wall.

As she remembered the night he had walked into Crook's Creek Pub, she smiled and slowly moved toward their table. As she got closer, she saw that he wore an expression of recognition. She stuck her hand out as the gentleman studied her face. "Kevin, I believe, is it not?"

Kevin shook her hand, but then looked down in obvious embarrassment. "You remembered my name, but I guess my memory isn't as good as yours..."

"Alina."

Kevin smacked his head with the palm of his hand as the memory came back to him of that one meeting. "That's right, I'm sorry, Alina." He turned to Laura who was giving him a piercing look. "Allow me to introduce my fiance, Laura, and this is Adam, and his wife, Kristine."

"It's very nice to meet all of you. I wish I could stay and chat, but I'm on my way to my other job. "Would you have time to stop by Crook's Creek Pub for an after dinner drink? We could talk more then." Her childlike smile captivated everyone, except the future Mrs. Dvorska.

By the way Laura was squeezing his leg, Kevin could sense that she was a bit annoyed at his demeanor towards the younger girl. He gently patted her hand as he tried to reassure his mate. "That's a nice offer, Alina, but not tonight, perhaps another time. It's been a long day for us and we already have plans for the evening."

She nodded in understanding and smiled at the two couples. Once she was out the door, Laura's grip got even tighter and Kevin had to pull her hand free. Even though she couldn't really hurt him, she did have a grip that could leave some bruises.

Kevin looked at her with bewilderment as he placed her hand in her own lap. "I swear, honey, I didn't do anything wrong, besides, I met her before I ever knew you existed."

Her eyes narrowed and she pushed the menu closer to him. "Instead of looking around for danger, or other women, I suggest you look at the menu for food, not fun."

**********

The two couples stepped out into the cool night air, their hunger now satisfied for the evening. Kevin wrapped his powerful arm around his petite mate and rubbed her arm as the goose bumps became more prominent.

Adam copied his friend's actions as he pulled his wife tighter against him. He looked up and down the almost deserted street. Only a few tourists had ventured out into the night, cameras at the ready to capture the picturesque setting.

Kristine's eyes went to the brightly lit tavern across the street. She began to wonder if any of the townspeople she remembered had ventured out into the beautiful autumn night. "I know you said we were going back to the castle, Kevin, but I really wouldn't mind a glass of wine at Crook's Creek. I just want to stop in for a minute to see if there's anyone I remember from when I lived here."

Kevin looked down at his mate and wondered if she would feel threatened again if Alina even looked their way. "Are you going to get jealous again if we have just one drink? You know you're the only one in my life."




The Chosen One Ch. 07



Laura hung her head, embarrassed of her previous reaction. "I can't help the way I feel. It's as if the baby changes my mood from one minute to the next. I don't mind, Kevin and I'll try to control my feelings."

As they neared the old bat wings style door, they saw a young couple exit. They both had cameras hanging from their necks as they chatted about the pub. One of them, a woman in her mid-twenties with short red hair, stepped forward and stopped the small group. "Excuse me, but would one of you take our picture in front of the pub?"

Kristine smiled and stepped forward to take the camera from the young woman. The couple stood close together, wrapping their arms around each other. "We're on our honeymoon and we're trying to get as many pictures as we can," the red haired beauty said with a big smile.

Kristine reviewed how to operate the camera, returned the smile and held the camera to her eye. "This is a nice place to spend your honeymoon. Okay, castle on three."

The newlyweds listened as Kristine counted down and then smiled brightly. After retrieving her camera, the red head took full notice of Kristine's companions. Looking at Kevin brought a start of recognition and she cocked her head as she tried to remember where she had seen him.

As the memory clicked, she pointed at Kevin with an astonished look. "Wow, you know, you look like that guy in the painting at the castle."

Kevin laughed as he tried to brush the comment away. "I've heard that before. I guess we'll have to take the tour and see this painting."

Adam watch the young couple walk down the street to a small boarding house on the edge of town. He gently grasped his wife's hand as they entered Crook's Creek Pub. He quickly studied the room of round tables and the long bar on one side of the room. After spotting an empty table in the far corner, he led the group through the maze of tables and patrons.

Once everyone was seated, Kristine saw Alina coming out of the back room with a large tray with another table's order on it. She served the food to a nearby table and then looked around to see who else needed service. She instantly saw Kristine waving her hand and moved quickly to the table.

She smiled at Kevin and Laura as she pulled out a small notepad. "I'm so glad you decided to stop by. May I get you something to drink?"

Everyone placed their order and the young girl walked back to the bar. Kristine began searching the room for anyone she might know. She soon deduced that most of the people were tourists, happily drinking and chatting about their explorations of Predjama.

She sighed and returned her gaze to her husband. "I guess everyone I remember is either dead or staying in tonight."

Adam patted her hand and smiled at her. "Hey, you got us to hang out with. Who needs more than that?"

The group chatted about what to do for the next two weeks. Laura was the most active in the discussion when it came to the castle. Her bright eyes gleaming as she talked about exploring the caves below and the secured chambers of the upper level. Kevin and Adam just stared at each other trying to hide their smiles and not let the cat out of the bag about the plans they had made for the next evening.

Kevin leaned over to whisper in his friend's ear. "Are you gonna let Kristine in on it?"

Adam nodded his head. "Yeah, later tonight when we're alone," he whispered back.

The conversation was interrupted as Alina returned with the drinks. She placed two cold beers in front of the men and then Kristine's large wine glass in front of her. The last person to be served was Laura, who seemed to get another twinge of jealousy as she stared at the younger woman.

The look did not go unnoticed by Alina. "If it would please you, Miss, we do have a fine selection of non-alcoholic drinks. My boyfriend enjoys them when he gets a chance to visit me."

Laura was taken aback at the revelation. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, Miss. I love him so much and he said after I finish my schooling, he'll marry me and we'll live happily ever after."

Laura smiled at Alina and realized her jealousy was foolish. This young woman was no threat to her happiness with Kevin. "So you're not even out of school yet. That means you're not eighteen yet."

"That's right, Miss. I just turned seventeen a few months ago. I hope to start my own bakery in town after I'm done to help support us." She felt sure this information would put Laura at ease. Nothing could short a girl of a good tip more than a jealous girlfriend.

She told the group that if they needed anything else to let her know. As she was about to leave, one patron in the pub caught Kevin's eyes. It was a stunning blonde haired beauty sitting on the other side of the room. She was looking at the group with disapproval while impatiently shaking her empty wine glass at Alina.

Kevin touched the young woman's arm as she turned. "Um – Alina, I think that woman over there needs your attention."

She glanced across the room and then back to Kevin. "Oh, her. I don't like to wait on her. She reminds me of the strange man who sat down with you that night a few years ago. And even though she's well spoken, she's condescending and very demanding." With much trepidation, she went over to tend to the irascible woman.

Kevin's mind flashed back to that one fateful night when the evil werewolf, Viljem Kordic, met him and challenged him to a fight. He, too, had been well spoken and demanding at the same time. He tried hard to sense any danger from the woman, but he found he couldn't.

Adam saw his point man get that worried look when danger was near and touched his shoulder. "You okay, Kev?"

"I'm fine, Boss, just an over active imagination."

Kristine flashed a look at the woman across the room. She appeared to be lecturing Alina. As she was about to voice her opinion of the blonde haired patron, an old women walked in and took a seat near the front window of the tavern.

Kristine excitedly tapped Adam's arm. "Honey, look, it's finally someone I know."

Adam followed Kristine's pointing finger and saw an old woman sit down next to a window, placing her large cloth carry bag on the table. She reached in, pulled out a small book, and began to read as she waited for a server. "I assume you're talking about that old woman over there. Who is she?"

Kristine turned to her husband and kissed him softly on his lips. When she pulled away, she wore a big grin. "She's the one who told me about you."

Adam couldn't understand why his wife would say such a thing. When they had first met, he had been undercover in order to complete a SEAL mission. Kristine and Kevin had been the only ones who had been privileged with knowing about the mission and his identity. In theory, there was no way this little old woman could have known anything about him.

He gave the new customer one more glance and then looked at Kristine with puzzlement. "That's impossible, honey. I was undercover and I never met her."

His wife giggled softly. "Not that way, silly. She's lived here all her life and to make a little money, she reads palms. She's pretty popular with the tourists."

Elatedly, Laura leaned over to her friend. "That sounds fun. I've never had my fortune told." With a pleading look and tone, she leaned into Kevin. "Can I try it, Kevin, please? I have some money."

Kevin took a sip of his beer and slowly put the bottle on the table. "None of that is real, Laura. They look at your palm and tell you you'll live long and have a bunch of kids. It's just a carney act."

Laura looked over at the old woman quietly reading her book. "Maybe she can tell us what sex the baby will be?"

"Christ, Laura; she's got a fifty, fifty shot at the right answer. Hell, give me the money and I'll take a shot in the dark."

Kevin's harsh words stung her. "I thought you promised me this was going to be a fun vacation? Now when I wanna do something fun for the first time, you call me stupid!"

Kevin knew his lover was upset, but couldn't tell if it was genuine or hormonal. "Easy baby; I didn't mean to sound like I was calling you stupid. If you want to have your palm read, then we'll do it, but understand I don't believe in it."

He kissed his mate on the cheek and then turned to Kristine. "Since she's your friend, would you mind introducing us to her?"

The group got up and maneuvered around some of the tables, taking care not to disturb the patrons as they drank and chatted about their stay. When they reached the table, Kristine cleared her throat to get the old woman's attention. "Excuse me, Vesna, do you remember me?"

The old woman placed a marker in her book and looked up at the small group standing before her. She studied each person in turn and then rested her bright blue eyes on an old friend of whom she had lost track. "Kristine! I am so glad to see you again! It's been, what, about two years since you left so suddenly?"

"I should have said goodbye to at least you, Vesna, but my work took me elsewhere." Kristine turned and looked at her companions. "I would like you to meet my husband, Adam Dawson. He's the dark and mysterious man you told me about."

Adam reached out to Vesna to say hello and the old woman grabbed his wrist and turned his palm upward. She searched his eyes and then returned her attention to the callused palm of the Navy SEAL. "Well, Kristine, I see you will soon have your hands full. He is a very vigorous and strong willed mate. I see many children in his future."

After releasing his hand, Adam smiled at her. He had seen the same trick back in Virginia Beach on the strip. He looked over at Laura who was looking at the woman with childish anticipation. He knew he couldn't spoil her fun. "Wow, you really can read palms, huh?"

Kristine gestured to Laura, who was eagerly awaiting an introduction. "This lovely creature is Laura. As you can see, she's very eager to meet you."

Vesna ran her eyes up and down Laura's body and then searched her eyes. When Laura stuck her hand out, she didn't take it right away. She just stared into her equally blue eyes. "You are with child."

Laura's mouth dropped open and she stared with amazement at the woman. Kevin was standing behind her and tried hard not to laugh. Her condition was so obvious with the baby bump she sported. Laura pulled out the empty seat across from Vesna and sat down. Pulling her hand back, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a few bills. "If you would please, could you tell me my future?"

Vesna reached out and retrieved the money. After placing it in her cloth bag, she took Laura's small hand and traced her slightly boney finger around the lines in the skin. She continued to look over the petite hand as she nodded her head. "I see you are about to marry a very special man."

"Oh my God, yes! Kevin is standing right behind me!"

The old woman looked up at the disbelieving man as he shook his head and looked as if he was about to start laughing. She returned to the palm and chuckled. "Your mate does not believe. I see a daughter, a smaller version of yourself ahead." She looked closer at one of the lines. "I also see a son. He will follow soon after your first."

"Oh my God! I had a dream about two children playing with me on the front lawn!"

"Yes, my child. I see your dream coming true," she said as she released Laura's hand.

Laura stood up and thanked Vesna for her time. The group was about to leave when the old seer locked eyes with Kevin. "You are a very strange man, Kevin."

The point man for SEAL Team Six knew that Laura had spoken his name. He had watched as the old woman had scanned his lover's body. He also knew that he didn't want to ruin Laura's fun and her first night in Predjama. "I mean no disrespect, Ma'am, but I've been called worse."

"I sense something is troubling you, my young friend." The old woman continued to lock eyes with him.

"I think it's time to return to our table and leave you to your book. Thank you again for doing a reading for Laura." Kevin turned and was about to walk away when the whispery old voice caught his attention.

"I have a feeling Baldomr would have tried."

They all turned and stared in awe at the old woman who was now smiling at them. Kevin was almost ready to believe in her talent when he remembered the painting in the castle. He, himself could not deny his striking resemblance to the past owner of the castle and knew Vesna must have taken one of the tours.

Kevin moved slowly toward her and placed his hands palm down on the table. "You know that from the castle. I usually respect my elders, but nice try, Vesna."

She kept her smile and her gaze on the young man across from her. "If you do not believe, then you have nothing to lose by sitting down. I will ask for no money in exchange, just your hand."

Kevin straightened and looked at his friends. They all stared at him with an approving glance. When he looked at Laura, she nodded her head toward the table and he smiled back.

Kevin turned and pulled the chair out once again. He sat down and smiled at the woman who sat across from him. "Okay, Vesna, you win. What does my future say, oh wise one." Kevin's tone was harsh, but the woman took no offense as she watched him turn his palm up.

She continued to smile as she reached out to hold his wrist. She pulled his hand closer and looked down. Suddenly, she released him and shrank back into her own chair. There was a startled looked of fear surging over her aged face. "I mean you no harm, Sir. Please, I am just an old woman."

Kevin was shocked at the old woman's reaction. His first thought was to get up and leave her to her fears, but the look of dread was causing him to rethink his actions. He knew he had to defuse the situation before it got out of hand. "Vesna, I don't know what's wrong, but I promise, I'm not here to hurt you."

Kristine stepped closer with concern in her eyes. "Vesna, calm down. Kevin wouldn't hurt you, honey."

The old woman looked at her and then back to Kevin. "Forgive me, my lord; the gift is strong in you. I fear you mean me harm."

Kevin realized at that moment, that the secret he kept hidden from others had revealed itself to the now fearful woman. He quickly looked around the room to see if anyone else was aware of the conversation. Only one person appeared to show any interest in the foursome's interaction with the elderly woman. The blonde was watching intently as she finished her wine.

He looked back at the startled woman. "I mean you no harm, Vesna. The gift does not allow me to harm, only to help. I really need you to calm down right now." He looked at Kristine. "Sit next to her and try to calm her down before this gets out of hand – she knows."

Kristine moved quickly and wrapped her arm around the trembling woman. Even as she tried to calm the woman down, she never took her eyes away from Kevin. With a slow, cautious movement, Vesna reached out to the werewolf across from her.

Kevin watched as she waited for his hand. He had trouble deciding if he should let her see the future, or to call it a night and return to the castle. After a long pause, he slid his hand, palm up, across the table. "I think this is a really bad idea."

Vesna gently pulled his hand toward her and peered down. She studied the lines that covered his palm. Her hands trembled slightly as she knowingly held the human hand of a werewolf. "She will come in human form. Her attempt at the prize is fulfilled."

Astonished, Kevin leaned forward. "So she wins? That can't be possible."

The old woman continued to study the palm. "It is unclear, my lord. I see only what I see, nothing more."

Kevin was about to pull his hand away when Vesna twitched slightly. If he hadn't known better, he would have suspected that electric shocks were flowing through her. He looked down as the pressure of her grip increased. He tried to pull his hand free, but found that the grip was too tight. He glanced up at her with surprise, as the force grew greater.

Kristine gently shook her in an attempt to bring her around from the attack. The trembling did not subside and the blank stare focused on Kevin became extremely unnerving. In fact, the stare seemed to cut right through him. Her voice took on a spine-chilling monotone, "Embrace the light; the time is soon, for the boy who rules the moon. He has but to ask, for his saving grace. The deed be done, he sets the pace."

Kevin was shocked beyond words as he watched the old woman blink her eyes a few times and refocus her gaze. He could see that she wasn't sure what had just happened, as she jerked her hand away and cringed against Kristine. "What – what did you say?"

"I – I am sorry, my lord. I don't – I don't know what just happened." Her voice was full of fear and confusion as she stared at the werewolf.

Kevin stood up slowly and he saw the woman slide back further in her seat. He turned to his best friend and saw he was looking at the old woman with a strange expression. "Adam, I think it's time to call it a night."

Adam nodded his head. "I'm in total agreement, Kevin. I'll go settle up with Alina while you get the girls outside."

Adam moved quickly toward the bar where Alina was placing an order. When he reached her, he turned toward the others and watched as they exited the pub. His eyes shot over to the blonde woman in the corner and noticed she never took her eyes off the group as they walked out.

**********

Adam walked down the large staircase after putting the bags in their respective rooms. He found it refreshingly quiet as stood at the bottom of the stairs and reflected on the peace the castle had to offer. He chuckled at the thought and then walked to the entrance of the lower study.

The Navy SEAL Commander stood in the doorway as he studied the equally quiet Kevin Dvorska. He held a bottle of wine around its slim neck as it rested on his leg. It looked out of place above the Desert Eagle now strapped to his right leg. He walked in and picked up a glass from a nearby table, then approached his point man. "You gonna drink all that, or can I have some?"

Kevin poured the room temperature wine into his glass. After it was filled, he put the bottle to his lips and took a long pull. He could only watch as his friend sat across from him. "The girls okay?" His tone was soft and had a hint of worry.

"Kristine is showing Laura around the upstairs. She's trying to get her mind off of what happened tonight."

Kevin took another drink then nodded his head. "That's a good idea. She wants to explore the place, so let her run around and look."

"I see you got the Eagle out. She didn't follow us, Kevin."

Kevin took another long pull and then placed the near empty bottle on the table next to him. He leaned forward and stared hard at his friend. "Remember what Candrea said?"

Adam laughed as he tried not to spill his drink. "She said a lot of things, Kevin. Some of them I should have punched her teeth out for."

Kevin shot up out of his seat and began pacing the room. "Damn it Adam, I'm serious! She told us about the last clue remember? The one who can truly see, holds the future's key."

"Okay, calm down will you? You think that little old lady had the final clue? Something about light and the moon, saving grace and he sets the pace?"

Kevin spun around and looked at the one man he trusted over all others. "I don't know what it all means. The answer to beating Nadia is all there, but I can't figure it out. It's driving me fucking nuts!"

Adam stood up and seized Kevin's arms. "Get a hold of yourself, Dvorska! We'll write down everything the old woman said and give it to Atsuko to figure out. What you should be focusing on is tomorrow afternoon. You ARE going to have fun for two weeks; that's an order, SEAL!

**********

Kristine walked down the upstairs hallway with Laura right on her heels. She pointed out some of the various pieces of artwork that hung on the walls, but stopped when she reached the upper study. "I think you'll really like this room."




The Chosen One Ch. 07



The previous curator opened the large wooden door and stepped inside. As Laura entered, her eyes widened and she gasped in shock at the large collection of books. The giddy woman stepped quickly to the red ropes that kept the visitors at bay and moved her head slowly back and forth trying to take it all in at once. "How – how old are these?"

Kristine unlocked one of the ropes and allowed her friend to get closer. "Very old my dear, so if you want to read one, please put on a pair of these cotton gloves kept in this drawer." She stepped out of the way and smiled at Laura's obvious amazement.

Kevin's soul mate moved slowly along the bookcase. When she came to a ladder, she looked up and noticed that it was on rollers connected to a track at the top. Gently, she pushed the ladder and smiled when it moved along the various books. She turned and grinned at Kristine and giggled like a school girl. "I may never leave!"

"There's something else in this room that might catch your attention as well." Kristine walked to the far wall and held her hand up to a large painting.

Laura's breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at a painting of a man and young woman. The man was well dressed in a black tailcoat and trousers with a grey vest and a floppy red bow tie. He was a spitting image of her lover, Kevin. His large hand looked powerful as it rested on a young boy's shoulder.

She moved her eyes to the woman; her flowing red dress was stunning against her white skin. She had long blonde hair, which she wore to one side, and even though the painting was hundreds of years old, Laura could still see that her bright blue eyes gazed down as if looking at her. "Is this – um – Balda..."

"Baldomr, Baldomr Purgstall, and his wife, Nevanka. Their son's name was Marco. This is the reason some people look at Kevin funny."

Laura couldn't get over the fact that as she moved from side to side, the eyes of Nevanka seemed to follow her. "She's so beautiful." She looked closer at the painting and saw that she wore an equally bright red choker with a large cameo dangling from it. "He must have fallen in love with her at first sight."

She quickly turned to Kristine who was still gazing at the painting. "Is he – I mean was he a werewolf too?"

Kristine laughed to herself and she looked back at Laura. "You know something, I just realized after all the years I've spent here, and now I figure out that Baldomr was a werewolf!" Kristine grabbed her friend's hand and led her out into the hallway. "Come on, I'll show you the master bedroom.

The two women stopped at the end of the hall. Kristine indicated to Laura that it was okay to open the large wooden door. As it slowly opened, the grand canopy bed that occupied the center of the room astounded Laura. "Oh my God," she whispered as she looked at the massive bed.

On each corner were ornately carved posts that rose up, effortlessly supporting the brilliant white canopy above it. As she stood next to the bed, she saw that it was so large that the top of the mattress came up to her slender hip. She reached out gently, placed her delicate hand on top of it, and pushed down.

As the down-feather mattress gave way to the pressure, Laura moaned deep in her throat. "Oh please tell me we get this room."

Kristine couldn't help but laugh at her. "Just be sure not to break it, and I can tell you from experience, you'll sleep like a baby on that mattress."

Laura carefully climbed onto the bed and then spread herself out on the soft comforter to top. As the mattress gave way to her form, she sunk in slightly as it contoured around her small frame. "Oh my God, Kristine. We are so taking this home with us."

**********

Kevin finished off the wine and set the empty bottle on the table. He was about to get up and get another bottle to share with Kristine whenever she got done with her impromptu tour with Laura, but stopped as a problem came to mind.

Adam saw the worried look on his friend's face. "Hey, stupid, I thought we agreed to stop thinking about the damn clues and enjoy ourselves."

"I am such an idiot!"

Adam laughed as he too finished his wine. "Okay, I'm tempted to agree with you, Kev."

"I've got the chaplain from the base coming up tomorrow. What the hell am I going to do about rings? Oh shit, I can't do this without wedding rings!" Kevin jumped up and began pacing around the room.

"Jesus, calm down, Kevin! People have been doing this around here for years. I'm sure Kristine knows where to go. When she comes down, I'll pull her aside and ask her."

Suddenly, Kristine came around the corner and entered the study. "Ask me what?"

She moved toward Adam and kissed him softly. She could taste the expensive wine on his lips. "You got into the wine stores? Honey, that stuff is very expensive and you shouldn't take any of it."

Kevin moved over to the pair of them and looked a Kristine with a smile. "As a matter of fact, the Lord of the Castle got into it and I must say it is extremely good."

Kristine shot him a glaring look. "And the Lord of the Castle needs to be drinking the house wine and not the other stuff. I'll go out tomorrow and pick up some beer or something. Now, what was it that you two needed to ask me?"

Kevin looked around quickly and then back to Kristine. "Where's Laura?"

"She's pregnant, remember? She went to the potty, Mister Nosey."

Kevin began revealing his plan on what he wanted to do tomorrow. As he went on, he could see Kristine's face go from one of joy to one of impending doom. He tried to keep his voice down as she began pacing back and forth around the room, her eyes darting quickly as the to-do list grew in her mind.

She moved quickly toward him and grabbed his shirt roughly. "Are you nuts? I have nothing to wear! Look at my hair, it's horrid, Kevin! What about Laura? You want her to get married in jeans? Have you lost your fucking mind?" Kristine's tone told him everything there was to know about her mood.

Kevin looked down in despair. He knew she was right. Laura had been hoping above all else to get married, and now he was going to make light of it by having a ceremony in just the clothes they had brought with them. "You're right, Kristine. I didn't think it through. I just thought it would be special to her to get married in the castle."

She let him go and was about to continue to chastise him further when Laura rushed in and slammed her body into his. Her excitement about what she had seen in the castle so far had now reached epic proportions. "Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, you have to see the upstairs bedroom! We have a..."

"Laura..."

"We have a big fluffy bed and there are paintings in the hallway..."

"I know there are..."

"There's a really big library with all sorts of..."

"Honey..."

"Oh, Kevin, I love it here! I love, love, love it!"

Kevin gently pushed her back, holding her at arm's length and stared at her joyous face. She was like a small child discovering Christmas for the first time. Her eyes were bright as stars, and Kevin felt himself falling into their loving warmth.

He knew he couldn't break her heart with a thrown together wedding and was about to tell her his plan when Kristine stopped him. "Okay, Kevin, I'll figure it out, but only because I love you two."

Laura turned to her friend with a puzzled look. "Figure what out?"

Kristine knew she couldn't spoil the surprise, so she told Laura what she wanted to hear. "How to get Baldomr's bed back to the states."

**********

Kevin slowly opened his eyes as the pain in his head increased with the bright rays of light streaming through the window. He looked to his side and found his lover gone. Gingerly, he slid out of bed and put his pants on. The hung-over SEAL went to the window and pulled the large curtain open further. He grimaced in pain as the world came into view. "That was a dumb idea!"

Shutting the curtain quickly, he moved to the side of the bed and strapped the Eagle to his right thigh. Once it was secured in place, he went to the bedroom door and stepped out into the hall. When he reached the stairs, he looked down the hall and saw that the door to Adam and Kristine's room was still closed.

Kevin staggered down the stairs and as he reached the bottom, the strong smell of coffee hit his senses making him move faster towards the smell. He sniffed the air, followed his nose and found Kristine and Laura in the kitchen. He knew they were getting ready for a day of exploring.

He walked in and kissed his lover on the head, then went to the counter to get some coffee. "How are you girls this morning?"

Kristine took a sip of her own hot liquid then placed it on the thick table. "We're doing great. How's your head this morning?"

"Now I know why you told me not to drink the expensive stuff. Stuff has a hell of a kick the next day." Kevin poured his coffee and went to sit with the women.

Laura leaned over and gave Kevin a soft kiss as he sat next to her. "Kristine is going to show me the entire upstairs today. I'm so excited about going on a treasure hunt. Maybe later you can show me the caves; I'd feel better if it was you with me down there."

"You're going to get all the exploring done in a few days and then you'll be bored for the rest of the vacation."

"Speaking of vacation, why don't you put that gun away? No one is going to find us here."

Kevin watched her expression and knew the large Eagle made her nervous. "I'll meet you half way. I'll leave it in the lower study, okay?"

Kristine picked up her coffee and stood up. "Come on Laura, let's get started before I change my mind, and go arouse my husband instead."

The two women moved to the door way and Laura turned to blow her lover a kiss. She had a large smile like a child going on an Easter egg hunt. He couldn't help but laugh at her eagerness. "Hey, Kristine, do you have a moment please?"

The previous curator indicated for Laura to head up the stairs as she moved back to her friend. "If you're worried about her safety, Kevin, don't. I'll make sure she doesn't hurt herself or break anything."

"I need a favor."

Kristine put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. "I already have to get her ready for a surprise wedding. You're pushing your limit on favors young man."

Kevin lowered his head as he realized she was right. He contemplated the idea of just letting it go because he didn't want to upset her during the vacation. "I'm sorry, Kristine. I won't bother you with it."

"You might as well ask. The most I can say is no."

Kevin raised his head and smiled sheepishly at her. "Is there anywhere in town that sells wedding rings?

Kristine took a step closer to Kevin. "As far as I know, the nearest place to get those is in Postojna. I doubt you'll have time to get there and back before the chaplain gets here."

Kevin rubbed his head. "This is starting to look more and more like a train wreck than a wedding."

Kristine patted him on the shoulder and tried to calm his fears. "It never fails, Kevin. When things look the worst, it always seems to work out in the end."

Thanks to all those fans out there that are making it so much fun to write. Chapter 8 will be out shortly, and please don't forget to vote and comment.



The Chosen One Ch. 08



A very dear friend of mine, Kate, once told me, "never be sorry for making the reader cry." I don't know if she took the other side of human tears into account. I always try to draw emotion out of the readers, but in one chapter, I made someone remember lost loves, for that, I am truly sorry. My stories are meant to inspire others to be more than they can be; to overcome odds – sometimes against all odds. There was one person in the world that proved that statement. This chapter is humbly dedicated to the loving memory of Brett Hill; a man who defied odds, who fought to survive – if not for himself, then for those around him. A beacon of hope for all to follow.




Kristine and Laura approached what was thought to have been the living quarters of a woman named Cilka. It was said she was the caretaker of the castle when Baldomr and Nevanka were alive. Kristine stopped short of the room they now occupied during the stay at the castle, and stood next to a small wooden door that had a red rope placed in front of it.

Laura watched as her friend unclipped the end and laid it to the side. "Is this another bedroom?"

"This, my dear, is the entrance to the upper floors. The only servant we know of, Cilka, stayed on this level with Baldomr."

After opening the door, Laura peeked in and saw a tunnel with rough-hewn stone steps that led upward. The tunnel looked like a natural opening in the living stone of the cliff, but the steps had definitely been hand carved. Kristine stepped in and turned on an old looking switch and soon the stone steps were bathed in a soft yellow light.

The experienced woman began climbing the stairs with Laura following just behind her. The walls of the tunnel were slick with condensation and a metal pole had been attached to one side of the tunnel to act as a handrail. "Please hold on to the handrail, Laura. The steps can be very slippery."

The two women continued their ascent and soon reached a level platform and an open entrance. There was no door and Laura peeked in to see a long stone hallway with numerous rooms. "This is amazing. Are these all bedrooms too?"

Kristine laughed at her astonishment. "Some of them are small bedrooms and some are storage space. We'll come back down here later. I think it will be more memorable for you if we get to the upper room and then work our way back down."

The pair continued upward and as they passed the opening to the next level, Laura couldn't help but steal another look. Kristine smiled and held her hand out as if she was once again the tour guide. "Fourth floor; kitchen appliances, bedroom furnishings, lingerie." Her tone took on the sound of someone working the elevator in a large department store.

Laura laughed at her and then began to follow once again. As they approached what looked like the end of the stairs, the soon to be wife of a Navy SEAL passed one of the small lights attached to the wall. Suddenly it grew brighter and the young woman thought it would explode. Laura shielded her face as she backed down a few steps.

Kristine also saw the now extremely bright light and turned to see Laura cringing in protection. "Something else I forgot to tell you, Laura; the castle is haunted and the lights sometimes do that."

Laura lowered her arm and stared in shock and fear at her smiling friend. "Haunted! Like redrum, redrum haunted? Like there's a dark hole in the basement and an evil voice makes a kid kill his family, haunted?" Her voice was shaking as the images of old horror movies flashed through her mind.

"Oh my God, Laura, no! It's believed that it's Baldomr and Nevanka just having fun with the tourists. I've lived here a lot of years and they have never done anything to harm me. Maybe they're just saying, 'welcome to the family, Laura, and we wish you all the best'.

Laura started to walk back up the stairs slowly as she turned her face away from the beaming light. "That's all fine and dandy, but could they say that with a more quiet voice?" As if on cue, the light returned to a normal soft glow. "Oh my God, this place is amazing!"

The two women continued a few more steps to a small room. Laura looked around and saw that the only exit was the stairway they had just come from. Looking up, she saw a low flat ceiling, which was unlike any of the previous rooms she'd visited.

Kristine walked over to a small wooden door set in the wall and slowly pulled it open. Laura had to squint her eyes against the bright sunlight streaming into the small room. "Welcome to the upper most part of the castle." She stepped aside and held her hand out. "Why don't you have a look at the view?"

With cautious steps, Laura moved forward and looked out at the view of Predjama. From her vantage point she could see miles of the surrounding countryside. Her mouth gaped open in awe at the sight before her. The view was so breathtaking that the young woman was at a loss for words.

Kristine could see the wonder on her face. She looked like a small child on Christmas morning; awakening to a room full of presents all of which had her name on them. "You remind me of me when I first came up here and looked out."

Laura turned to face her dear friend as a small tear rolled down her tender cheek. She turned back to the outside world and looked down at the castle grounds below her. She saw two men walking outside talking to each other. A large smile crossed her face and she placed two fingers in her mouth, releasing a shrill whistle.

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Kevin handed his best man for the wedding a piece of paper. "I was thinking of using this for my vows today. I'm pretty sure Laura will just say what's in her heart."

Adam began to unfold it, but stopped short when he saw Kevin turn suddenly and look up at the top of the castle. He followed Kevin's gaze and saw Laura leaning out of the upper most window of the castle waving her hand franticly.

Kevin waved back at his lover and then turned to his friend. "That girl is like a kid in a candy store with a pocket full of cash."

"I have a feeling you are going to have a very hard time getting her back to Virginia Beach, my friend."

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Laura spun quickly around to face the happy Mrs. Dawson. "They saw me! They saw me through the window!"

"Honey, with that whistle, the whole town of Predjama was looking at you," Kristine said as she played with her ear.

Kristine and Laura began making their way back down to the lower levels. Each time Laura passed one of the lights, she cringed slightly in case one of the softly glowing bulbs brightened again. Upon reaching the third floor, Kristine stepped into the stone hallway and waited for Laura.

The young woman soon entered and looked around. "Is this where all the treasure is kept?"

Kristine laughed at her excitement. "Yes dear, but before we go any further, I want you to promise not to play with the artifacts too much. There are items up here that are worth a lot of money; some are priceless and irreplaceable."

The petite female nodded her head as she looked up and down the hall. When she saw Kristine move to a nearby room, she scampered after her. She stood beside Kristine and watched as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. Laura could see that the door was made of heavy steel and reinforced with metal bands for added security.

Kristine unlocked it, pushed the door open gently, and turned to Laura. "Your family treasures, my dear. Here, put on these gloves to protect them from the oil in your hands." 

Laura slowly stepped into the make shift vault and gasped in surprise as she looked upon the room filled with Kevin's family heirlooms. On the floor, along all four walls, were precious artifacts of various shapes and sizes. There were bracketed shelves on the walls that secured smaller pieces much too delicate to be placed with the other items.

Standing in the center of the room, she spun around trying to drink in everything at once. The fascinated young woman felt weak in the knees with the realization of the depth of Kevin's heritage. "I can't – is this all – can this be – there's so many..."

"These are the items that have been found during the years. Some of them have been donated from the town's people who had them and some have been found in the castle. A very impressive collection if I do say so myself." Kristine placed her hands on her hips and looked around in admiration.

Laura walked carefully around the room. She stopped every few feet to examine a particular artifact. When she came upon an ornately carved walnut box, she went to her knees and looked back at Kristine for approval. Kristine gave a quick nod and Laura opened the chest revealing a royal blue velvet lining covered with glittering sliver knives, forks, and spoons. The light in the room bounced off the lavishly engraved silver handles making the light of the room flash with bright fairy-like spots.

Laura ran her fingertips over the large silverware, amazed at the much larger size than modern day place settings. "They're beautiful," she said in a whisper.

Kristine clasped her hands in front of her as she looked upon the wondrous woman. "I hope we're not going to spend the rest of the time looking at forks my dear. This room is full of marvels that other people only dream about."

Laura closed the lid with care and stood up. She continued moving around the room, stopping to study an item here and there and being careful not to damage the precious pieces with her trembling hands.

She pushed a small, lacquered box aside to discover a beautifully carved hairpin hidden behind it. It had three long tortoise shell spikes topped with an intricate 18k gold floral cluster. She ran her slender fingers through her hair and then turned to Kristine. "When my hair grows out more, I'm going to use something like this to make myself pretty."

Kristine choked up with emotion as she moved toward her friend. She was overcome as she realized the effect of today's event that would change her forever. "Laura, true beauty does not come from the way we present ourselves." Kristine placed her fingers over Laura's heart and smiled. "It comes from within our very being."

Laura hugged her dear friend and held her close as she thought about her life. So many heartaches, so many people making fun of her because of the way she looked. As she squeezed even tighter, she knew in her heart that she had a friend forever in Kristine Dawson.

The two women released each other and Laura continued to look around as Kristine moved toward the doorway. When she turned to watch her friend, she noticed a large chest that she was unfamiliar with partially hidden in a corner. With her head cocked to one side, she studied it and couldn't recall ever seeing it in her early stay at the castle.

Kristine approached the chest and knelt before it. On the front of the cedar chest was a small brass button. She was about to push it when Laura knelt down beside her. Laura eyes were large with intrigue, and she reached up and pushed the button inward. The two women heard a catch being released inside the chest and the lid popped loose. "I bet there are all kinds of wonderful things inside."

Carefully, Kristine lifted the lid and peered inside. The chest was filled with a hodge-podge of items. With the lid now resting against the stone wall, the two women were free to explore the newly discovered treasures.

Laura pulled out two silver candlesticks. She studied their weight and turned to Kristine. "These have to be pure silver. They're so heavy," she said as she lightly bounced them in her hands.

"Like I said earlier, some of these pieces are very expensive," she said as she picked up a gold statue of a wolf. "It looks like we were right about Baldomr."

She reached back into the chest and brought out a small leather-bound book. Laura leaned in to see what Kristine had. She carefully opened the cover to find Nevanka Purgstall's name on the front end paper just inside the cover.

Laura eagerly took the book from Kristine's hands and began flipping the pages. Puzzled, she looked up at Kristine, "I can't read any of these words. Do you think we can find someone in the village to translate it?" 

"I'm not so sure you want to find someone local to do that. That journal might reveal some things about Kevin's heritage that you don't want regular humans to know about. Maybe we can find someone much more discreet back in Virginia Beach."

Kristine handed the gold statue to Laura, then reached down to grab a package carefully wrapped in silk. There was a small sash securing it, and Kristine turned to her friend. "Do we dare open it and see inside?"

Laura had a large smile on her face as she quickly nodded her head in agreement. "Yes, yes, yes! We dare!"

Kristine pulled the sash and slowly peeled away the silk wrappings. The two women found it difficult to breathe as a red silk dress was revealed to them. "My God. Can this really be hers?" With great care, she stood, lifting the dress and letting it fall into full view.

"Oh dear Lord, Kristine, it's Nevanka's dress from the painting," Laura whispered in awe.

Kristine's mouth opened in shock as an idea came to her. The lovely woman knew there was only one-way find out if she was correct. "Laura, do me a favor and try this on."

Laura stood quickly in surprise. "Really? I can really try it on?"

The young woman shed her street clothes quickly and stood before Kristine in just her bra and panties. She raised her arms and Kristine slid the dress over her head, letting it glide down Laura's body. She moved around the excited girl and pulled the ribbons on the corseted back tight. When she stepped back for a better look, she gasped in amazement. "I've never seen you look more beautiful than you do right now."

Without warning the light in the room began to glow brighter and Laura smiled. "I think they agree with you. They think I'm pretty too." Laura looked up toward the ceiling and then curtsied. "Thank you, Mrs. Purgstall."

The light returned to normal and Kristine tried to think of a way to let Laura know that the dress was for a special purpose, but not reveal the wedding surprise. Then it came to her, and she beamed with excitement. "Laura, I have to tell you a secret, but you can't let Kevin know that I told you."

"I can keep a secret, Kristine."

"This afternoon, Kevin is having a photographer come in to take our pictures. I want you to wear this dress for the photo."

"Oh yes! Oh my God, I'm so excited right now!" Laura began clapping her hands quickly as she smiled back at her friend.

Kristine walked around her happy companion and reached for the ribbons on the back of the dress. Suddenly, the small lacquered box that Laura had moved earlier flew off the shelf and hit Kristine in the arm. In surprise, she jumped back and looked around the room. "Hey what's the big idea you two? You guys don't usually throw things at me!"

Laura became nervous at the idea of upsetting Nevanka by wearing the dress. "Oh please, Nevanka, I give you my word that I won't damage your lovely dress," she said as Kristine knelt down to retrieve the box.

The former curator carefully pried the top off and caught her breath as she looked at the contents. "Um – you're not going to believe this, Laura. I think Nevanka wants to make sure you look just right." With trembling fingers, she pulled out a red silk choker and showed it to Laura.

Laura's eyes began to tear as she too gasped. "Oh dear Lord. It's the cameo."

Kristine handed the large cameo to Laura who instantly began studying it. Glinting light from inside the box caught Kristine's eye and she reached in to retrieve two gold bands. She saw something engraved inside and looked closer. "Sept, 17, 1896. Oh my God. Today's the 17th."

Kristine's eyes began moisten as she looked up at the ceiling. "Thank you, Baldomr and Nevanka. I love you both."

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Kristine finished helping Laura with the final touches on her makeup. As she put the small brush down, she looked at the vision of pure beauty before her and her heart swelled with joy. "I don't know how many ways I can tell you how beautiful you are, Laura."

Laura lowered her head at the compliment as a wave of sadness suddenly hit her. "I wish my mom and dad could see me like this. I miss them so much."

The remark broke Kristine's heart as she hugged the younger woman. "Oh, sweetheart, I know that they are looking down on you with nothing but joy in their hearts. Now don't get me started, because we'll both end up ruining our makeup."

They released each other and stood up. Kristine played with the bottom of the dress as it fell elegantly it around Laura's feet, then stepped back. The dress was almost a perfect fit and the cameo looked stunning against her soft white skin. "If you had long blond hair, you would pass for a younger version of Nevanka."

Laura couldn't help but smile at her friend. "I love you, Kristine."

"Oh, stop it Laura. I don't want to have to redo my makeup." When Kristine moved to the door, she saw Laura trying to follow her out. "Um – how about if you just wait here for a few minutes. I – um – want to make sure the photographer is ready."

"Why can't we just go down together? I'm sure he'll want to pose us and stuff." When Kristine held up her finger, the younger woman smiled. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll wait here."

After closing the door, she walked quickly down stairs and into the study. The Navy chaplain who was talking to Adam and Kevin about the ceremony paused when she entered the room. Moving quickly to Kevin, she looked at him with admiration. "Unfortunately, my dear Mr. Dvorska, since you saw fit to have a wedding today, Adam, and I didn't have time to purchase a gift."

"Kristine, you know you don't have to get us anything. Just your being here with us is more than enough."

"Well, your ancestors didn't see it that way. I do believe they would like you to have these." Kristine grabbed his hand and laid the two gold wedding bands in his palm.

Kevin was in shock as he stared at the rings. He looked back up at a smiling Kristine and then back down to the rings. His emotions began to rise as love filled his heart. "I – I don't – I can't..."

"Maybe it's fate? Maybe sometimes the stars align and life suddenly has a meaning? I think you should look at the date inscribed on the inside of the bands."

Kevin looked down and saw today's date back in 1896. His eyes shot up and stared at the smiling woman. "That's impossible."

Kristine laughed slightly. "I'd have to do a bit of research on it, but I do believe you are about to marry your one true love on the same day Baldomr married his."

Kevin wiped the tears that flowed down his face. He leaned in and kissed his dear friend on her cheek, then hugged her tightly. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Adam chuckled as he watched the tender moment. "Um, why don't you save that for – your – wife, and not mine?"

He released her and Kristine went over to kiss her husband softly on the lips. "She has no mother or father. It's your obligation to give her away now. She's upstairs in the master bedroom."

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Laura checked herself in the mirror one more time as she waited for Kristine to return. She couldn't help but love herself even more as she studied the silk dress once worn by Nevanka Purgstall. She looked down and admired the way it puddled at her feet. "I sure hope I don't fall down the stairs when Kristine comes and gets me."

The knock on the door startled her and she gathered the dress up and moved with a newfound grace toward it. She opened the door and was startled to see Adam dressed in slacks and bright blue-collared shirt. She saw the look on his face and knew he approved of her appearance.

Adam was dumbfounded at the vision standing before him. The long sleeves were in the leg 'o mutton style popular in the late 1890's. They were gathered and puffed from the shoulder to elbow, then tight down to her slender wrists making her look like a royal princess.




The Chosen One Ch. 08



The squared neckline framed her lovely face. The corseted silk caressed her curves and the rich red color gave her pale skin a stunning glow. When he saw the cameo choker around her neck, he knew it was Nevanka's dress from the painting. "I – I'm speechless."

Laura genuflected and then smiled at Adam. "Thank you, kind Sir. Kristine thought it would be okay to wear this for the photograph."

"What? Oh right, the photograph." Adam stepped back and held out his arm. "May I escort her majesty to the lower study?"

Laura giggled at his chivalry. "It would be my honor, Sir Adam."

Adam Dawson felt such joy as he led the young woman down the stairs. He had to keep from smiling as he tried to stay in character when he looked over and saw she had her dress gathered up and watching her feet as she descended the stairs. When they reached the bottom, he kissed her softly on the forehead.

Laura smiled, but couldn't understand all the love and emotion the married couple were displaying this afternoon. "You and Kristine are acting weird for just a photograph."

Adam placed his powerful arm around her waist and led her to the study. As they crossed the threshold, Laura saw a Navy chaplain standing at the far end of the room. Kristine stood on one side of him, while Kevin was on the other.

She watched the love of her life turn to her and smile. The scene was too much for her as she felt her knees begin to buckle. Her racing emotions made her weak as she struggled to breathe, then felt Adam's strength keeping her from falling.

She turned her head and looked at Adam, who was smiling back at her with tears in his eyes. "I don't think he's the photographer. Walk with me, Laura, it's my responsibility."

Adam could feel her tremble as they walked in and stood in front of the chaplain. When he looked at the groom, it was the first time he'd ever seen Kevin overcome with so much emotion. He kissed Laura on the cheek and then waited for the wedding to begin.

Navy Chaplain Mark Edwards had performed this ceremony hundreds of times, but he had trouble recalling such a beautiful woman standing before him. "Who gives this woman in marriage today?"

Adam stood proudly as he looked at Edwards. "I do, Sir. Adam Dawson."

The chaplain nodded his head and he passed the bride to Kristine. They hugged each other for a moment and Kristine had to wipe away a small tear as the emotions began to rise within her.

Laura Ericson turned to face her true love. She could hear the chaplain talking but his words drifted off as she gazed into the loving eyes of her soon to be husband. She saw his eyes begin to water and knew he too felt the power of love within his heart.

"...and not just as husband and wife, but as friends that share a bond between God. Trust in his guidance and in each other, for life is a gift that he shares with all of us. Kevin has told me he wished for you two to share your vows with each other."

The chaplain turned to the bride. "Laura Marie Ericson. Do you give yourself to this man of your own freewill?"

Her emotions were reaching the tipping point, her ability to speak almost nonexistent. The radiant bride shook her head yes, as she felt the weakness in her knees growing.

Mark Edwards smiled as he thought back to how many times the participants were choked speechless with emotion. He turned to the groom. "Kevin Luke Dvorska. Do you give yourself to this woman of your own freewill?"

Kevin cleared his throat and tried to push down the rising lump. "Yes Sir, of my own freewill." Kevin was happy that his voice cracked only a bit.

The chaplain reached out and placed his hand on the young man's shoulder. "Then you may speak your vows to your bride, my son."

Kevin looked at the beautiful woman standing before him. Her eyes filled with the bright tears of happiness held at bay. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the slip of paper with his words of love on it. "My dearest Laura, we each have traveled a long, difficult road, but we have finally found each other. My heart is full of joy that today is our wedding day."

Kevin paused as he looked down at the words he thought he wanted to say. He allowed the paper to drop to the floor and noted the confusion on the faces of his dearest friends. "I've always said that my special gift was some kind of a curse. That first moment when I touched you, I was sure that it was warning me about you. It was warning me, warning me to never let you go, to never stop giving you all the love in my heart. 

As he spoke his tender words, Laura's eyes began to overflow. His heart swelled and he knew then, that all he had to do was speak that which was in his very soul. "Because of our pasts, our bond is stronger than any person can imagine. I think back to my ancestors and marvel at how strong they must have been to take their own leap of faith. Today, I am not just marrying my wife; I am joining with my soul mate and I am looking forward to traveling down a path that will be filled with love, caring, and tenderness."

Laura gasped softly, trying to hold back the tears and fight the growing tightness she now felt in her throat. She reached behind her and grabbed her maid of honor's hand, searching for the strength to keep from falling apart. She blinked, trying to regain her focus on the man she loved more than life itself.

Kevin reached out to softly wipe away some of the tears that now streamed silently down his lover's face. "I offer you my history, with its pride and its regret; my future, walking with you wherever we go. I make a promise now to God that I will spend my life dedicated to making every moment of our lives together special. If I could beg him for one last wish before I go, it would be to give my dying breath to you."

Adam reached up, wiping his now wet face as he watched over Kevin's shoulder. He couldn't restrain his feelings when he saw both women lose their own battle and begin to softly sob.

Kevin took Laura's hand and slid the ring onto her finger. He continued to hold it gently as he looked into her moist eyes. "This ring not only represents our marriage, but is a symbol of my dedication to you; my soul mate for life. On this day, I give you my heart, my solemn promise that I will walk with you, hand in hand, wherever our journey leads us – living, learning, and loving together forever.

The chaplain turned slightly and smiled at the trembling young woman. "Laura, would you like to say your vows?"

Kristine took the bride's hand and placed the gold band that Nevanka had given to her husband almost a hundred years ago on this very day in it. No power on earth could stop the tears that ran freely down her soft face.

Laura Marie Ericson took her lover's left hand and looked into his eyes. She trembled as her feelings engulfed her and her throat tightened. "I – love – you." Her words were soft, but her cracking voice prevented her speaking further.

The chaplain waited for her to continue, and when he saw she didn't have the ability to go on, he smiled at the amount of love these two had for each other. "Well said, Laura."

He looked at the other two people in the room as they quickly wiped their faces. "Is there anyone here who has reasons why these two should not be joined today?" He paused briefly, but already knew the answer. "Then, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Kevin stepped forward and gently kissed Laura on the lips. As they touched, he felt her tremble and wrapped his powerful arms around his wife. The emotions that had been kept at bay now broke free as she openly sobbed against his muscular chest.

"Ladies and Gentleman, it is my distinct honor to present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Kevin Dvorska."

Adam and Kristine rushed in and hugged the newlyweds. Kristine wept as she, too, lost the battle of control, while Adam brushed his own tears way. The group hug separated and Laura wrapped her slender arms around her maid of honor. The two women cried happy tears against one another.

Kevin turned to Adam and shook his hand in thanks as he felt his team leader pull him in closer and hug him tightly. "Outstanding job, Shipmate!"

Kevin's voice cracked with emotion as he held his friend. "Thanks for being here, Adam. It really means a lot to me."

The friends released each other and Adam walked over to Laura. He hugged her softly and then held her back a little. "As best man, it's my job to give the bride the next kiss." He leaned down to the lovely petite woman and gently kissed her lips. "Congratulations, Mrs. Dvorska."

Kristine walked over and grabbed her camera and began taking snapshots of the group. She motioned for Kevin to stand next to his wife and she pushed the button repeatedly as she moved around the study. When she saw Laura wipe her now stained makeup, she smiled at her. "Don't worry, Laura, we'll get dressed up again tomorrow and take some more. Your makeup is a bit smudged."

Laura laughed and smiled with happiness. "You could use a touch up here and there yourself, Mrs. Dawson."

The chaplain bid farewell to the group as Kristine walked quickly out of the room to the kitchen. Kevin and Laura were still hugging each other when she returned with a large silver tray and four glasses of cold champagne.

After passing out the flutes of cold liquid, she raised her glass. "To Mr. and Mrs. Kevin Dvorska, may they find peace in each other's arms and love in each other's hearts."

Kevin took a small drink and looked at his wife. She was looking at the glass with a hint of doubt. "I don't think our baby will mind if you have one sip on your wedding day, Mrs. Dvorska."

The young bride brought the flute to her lips and took a drink. After lowering the glass, she smiled at her husband. "Wow, I almost forgot how good that tastes, but I think I'll stop at one sip."

Adam took another drink and then set his glass down. "Ladies and Gentleman, this calls for a celebration! I recommend that we escort the newlyweds to the town of Predjama."

Laura set her champagne down and looked at the smiling group. "I have to change first. I promised Nevanka I wouldn't damage her dress." She gathered her dress and walked to the stairs. "I'll be right back."

Kristine kissed her husband and then turned to follow her friend. "I think I better go fix my face. I'll just save this look for Halloween. I'll be back in a jiffy."

Adam turned to face his friend and fellow SEAL. He looked at his watch and then back to Kevin. "Well that means we have a few hours to kill. More champagne, little buddy?"

Kevin walked to the entrance of the lower study. "I'll take point, Commander."

Just outside the castle, almost two hours later.

A small group of tourists stood just beyond the thick poles that barred the path that led to the castle. The large sign that hung from the poles indicated that no visitors were allowed past the gate.

There was a rather large gentleman who stood behind a much smaller woman as she snapped away with her camera. Their young son, who had one hand on the pole, while he held a large plastic sword in the other, looked at the outside of the castle with youthful amazement.

The small woman turned to her husband and snapped a few more pictures. "I know, you're bored, but I just wanted a few more photos before we leave."

The male tourist adjusted the knight's cloak that hung loosely from his arm. He still didn't know why his wife insisted on buying silly souvenirs. It was going to be difficult enough as it was to pack for the trip home. "I thought you got enough photos of the castle last week?"

The couple turned with the other tourists when four people walked out of the castle. There was a stocky man with brown hair who was spinning a petite dark haired woman, while an equally stocky man checked the large wooden door to the stone structure.

The small boy with them turned to look at his mother. "I thought the castle was closed, Mommy."

"It is, sweetheart. They're probably just some of the play actors that work at the castle."

Kevin had his muscular arm around his wife as they strolled happily away from his ancestral home. He bent his head down and kissed her softly as he watched her play with her wedding band.

Pulling her tighter against him, he looked up and saw a small crowd of people standing at the closed gates. "Okay, now I feel bad about having the castle closed."

Adam held hands with his own wife as they walked next to the newlyweds. "I have a feeling the wedding wouldn't have come off as good as it did with a tour going on at the time."

Kevin was about to lead the group around the gates when a female voice caught his attention. "Excuse me, Sir. I was wondering when the castle will be open again."

Kevin turned to see a small woman eagerly looking at him. "Um – about two weeks, Miss. They're – um – doing some renovating to improve the tours."

The woman's face took on a quizzical look as she stared at the Navy SEAL. Suddenly, her face lit up in surprise. "Oh my goodness! You must be that model who posed for that painting inside," she gasped as she began taking more pictures.

Kristine laughed as Kevin started to blush slightly. "Why yes he is, Ma'am. If you have something to write with, I'm sure he'd be honored to give you an autograph." She slapped him in the arm and smiled. "Go on, Kevin, it's the least you can do to make them happy."

Kevin reluctantly let go of his wife and walked toward the tourist as she searched her purse. When she pulled her empty hand out, he thought he had gotten off the hook about giving an autograph.

The woman had a big smile on her face as she yanked the cloak off her husband's arm. "Oh please, Sir, I have a better idea. Put this on and could you pretend to Knight my son? That would make some great pictures."

Kevin shot the tourist a dumbfounded look as the little boy ducked under the poles. He turned to look at the giggling women of the wedding party, and Kristine shoed him on with her hand. "Tour guide's motto. Make the visitors happy."

Kevin was about to flip her off when he remembered there were others around. He turned around, took the cloak from the woman, and draped it over his shoulders. He smiled down at the young boy as he handed him the plastic sword. "What is your name, young squire?" Kevin tried to deepen his voice to sound more regal.

"It's Benny, Sir. Benny Arnold." The small child's face was beaming with excitement.

Kevin could hear more cameras going off next to him as he looked over at his wedding party. Both Kristine and Laura were snapping away, then he looked at Benny. "Take a knee, Squire Benny."

The small boy knelt down on one knee and looked up at the rightful heir to Predjama Castle. Kevin placed the side of the sword on his shoulder and smiled. "Do you swear to protect the realm of Predjama and all who dwell here?"

"Oh yes, Sir. I cross my heart!"

"Will you use your sword of valor to fight evil and protect your King?"

The little boy was so happy he couldn't stop smiling. "Yes, your majesty. Anyone who storms the castle, I'll punch them right in the nose."

Kevin couldn't help but laugh at the images flashing through his mind. "Then arise, Sir Benny, and move among your loyal subjects."

Benny stood up quickly and grabbed his sword, while Kevin returned the cloak. He turned around and saw the small child holding the plastic sword in a defensive manner as if guarding the castle from invaders.

The mother waved her hand at the now brave Knight. "Come on, Benny. You can protect the castle on this side of the gates."

The two SEALs and their wives continued their short walk toward Crook's Creek Pub. Kristine put the cameras in a small bag she had brought with her and smiled lovingly at Kevin. "Kevin, that was a very nice thing you did for that boy. He'll remember that forever."

"Yeah, but let's hope I don't have to do that again. If this keeps up, I'll have to lock myself away in the bedroom."

Laura hugged her husband and giggled. "Who said you weren't going to get locked up in the bedroom anyway?"

Maybe it was the happy mood everyone was in, or the fact that he had finally married his one true love, but in no time, they were nearing the pub. Kevin saw the young barmaid, Alina, peeking out the bat wing doors, so he failed to notice the slight nod of Adam's head.

When Kevin did glance over at Adam, he saw he had a slight frown on his face. "What's the matter Adam? It's my wedding day; you're not allowed to be unhappy."

"Oh it's nothing Kevin. I just wish I could have done more for you today."

Kevin felt the pride of true friendship as he looked upon his Commanding Officer. "Adam, having you with me, walking my soul mate down the aisle, is more than I could have ever asked for."

Adam held Kristine back a bit and allowed the newlyweds to enter first. Kristine gave him a puzzled look as he hesitated. When Kevin and Laura were a few feet in front of them, he guided his wife in behind them.

Kevin pushed the doors open and the couple stepped through. Suddenly, loud applause greeted them and they stared in astonishment at the standing people clapping and wildly cheering. Kevin glanced around the room and saw a corner table that was decorated with bright blue and white streamers and balloons. Above the table on the wall was a large sign that read 'Congratulations'.

Alina came rushing up and gave Laura a hug as Kevin turned to see a smiling Adam Dawson. "Why you son of..."

Adam held his hand up to stop his friend. "Now, now, watch your language in front of youngsters," he said as he nodded toward Alina.

Kevin quickly reached out and shook Adam's hand as he found himself tearing up again. "How did you pull this off, Adam? You were at the castle with me the whole day."

"Remember when I paid the tab last night after you took the girls outside? Well, I sort of let a certain someone know that two of my dearest friends were getting married today." Adam extended his powerful hand and indicated to Alina who was patiently waiting to hug the groom.

Kevin swiftly moved to her and picked her up off her feet in a huge hug. The young woman could only grab him around the neck as she dangled from his arms. After a few moments, he released her and smiled graciously. "Alina, I don't think my wife and I could have ever planned a more lovely reception."

She blushed and looked at the couple. "Oh please, Sir, it was my pleasure. I'm so happy for the both of you." She then turned slightly and gestured to the corner. "I believe your wedding table is ready to receive you, Sir."

Mr. and Mrs. Dvorska walked hand in hand toward the decorated table. As they passed the other patrons, they had to reach out with their free hands and shake the ones that were constantly extended to them. After finally reaching the table, Kevin pulled Laura's seat out for her, as Adam did the same for his own lovely wife.

Kristine kissed him softly and then cupped his face. "I can't believe you were able to keep that from me all day."

Adam leaned closer to her. "I'm the Commanding Officer of a SEAL team that doesn't exist. I can keep a secret, my darling."

Alina came up to the wedding party and set down a silver tray. On it was a large silver bucket and a bottle of champagne with three tall glass flutes. After passing the glasses out, she reached behind the iced down bucket and produced another champagne flute, but this one was already filled.

She placed the cold glass in front of Laura and beamed happily. "I know you don't drink Mrs. – um..."

"Dvorska. Mrs. Kevin Dvorska." Laura clapped her hands and smiled with joy. "Oh I love the way that sounds."

"Oh it does sound lovely, Mrs. Dvorska. It's okay to have this though. It's nonalcoholic champagne."

After Alina left, Laura turned to her husband. "Now it's my turn to feel bad about the way I acted last night, especially after what she's done for us today."




The Chosen One Ch. 08



"I wouldn't let it get to you, sweetheart. You know you're the only one I'm going to make love to." Kevin said as he popped the champagne.

She swooned with pride as she watched her husband pour the cold liquid into the flutes. "That's right, and I'm going to keep you very busy with that."

Kevin placed the bottle back in the ice bucket and looked with feigned bewilderment at his wife. "So that's the way it's going to be. Husbands are just good for sex now, huh?"

Kristine and Laura looked at each other quickly and then both the women turned to smile an evil smile at Kevin. "Yes," they chimed in together.

Kevin was about to respond, when clinking, tinkling sound surrounded them, forcing him to look out into the crowd. He saw everyone smiling and tapping their silverware on the side of their glasses. Then his eyes caught sight of the same blonde woman who had stared at them the previous night.

She did not tap her glass like the others, but instead, looked at the newlyweds as if she was disgusted at just having to be in the same room with them. Kevin turned away, determined not to let her disheartened attitude ruin his wedding day. "I think they want me to make a toast, Adam. To be honest, I think I shot my wad on the wedding vows. Would you do the honors?"

Adam pushed his chair back and stood up. He raised his hand to quiet the clinking glasses, then noticed Alina happily clapping her hands. Her youthful smile somehow gave him the courage to try and at least match the wedding vows.

He picked up his champagne and turned to the patrons. "I'm sure this is the last thing you expected when you walked in today. On behalf of the wedding party, I would like to thank, Alina, for putting together a very memorable moment." The group started clapping as Alina blushed brightly and then bowed in thanks.

Adam turned to the man who he had called his friend for the past few years. "To my friend, Kevin, I remember the first time I saw you when you marched into my office. You were so eager to prove yourself that I almost didn't give you the chance. It has been my distinct honor to have been proven wrong." Kevin had to look away as he remembered the ass chewing he had gotten as he had dripped sweat on his team leader's carpet.

"We've been through a lot, you and I. I guess it's kind of like wedding vows, for better or worse as they always say. Today, you have taken the hand of a very special woman, and it is for better or worse. I can truly say this, my brother in arms; this has been a very long time coming and I know how long you two have searched for each other."

Laura now had a small tear running down her face as she thought of her father speaking the words that her friend now said. Then she realized that maybe somehow, God had chosen him to be her surrogate father, and the tears soon flowed freely down her soft face.

Adam locked eyes with his friend; a werewolf who had taken a chance on love, a chance at a normal life. "There is but one wish I have for the both of you; enjoy the journey, you never know where it will lead you."

Adam turned to the other patrons. "To Mr. – and finally – Mrs. Dvorska."

Everyone took a sip and then began clapping wildly as they watched the newlyweds share a kiss. Adam kissed his own wife, then looked over to see the jumping and clapping barmaid who had made it all happen. He raised his glass to her and bowed slightly.

When Alina saw the gesture, she grabbed the sides of her long brown skirt and curtsied in acknowledgement to the silent thanks from Adam Dawson. She was beaming with pride as she picked up her tray and went around serving the customers who had joined the impromptu wedding reception.

Kevin lifted his glass in a small toast to Adam. "I promise to try my best to live up to what you just said."

Kristine kissed her husband and then looked at him with a small pout. "You never said anything like that at our wedding."

Adam chuckled at the thought of how nervous he was during their wedding. "It's because I was so startled at your elegance, that I found it hard to even breathe, much less speak."

Kristine patted his hand. "Good answer. You get a brownie point for that one."

The two couples laughed and began talking about how life would change now that they were married. There was a baby to think about and Kristine started throwing out ideas of a baby shower. The two women prattled on about all the things they might need when baby Dvorska entered the world.

Adam and Kevin were occupied with reminiscing about their first meeting and how impressed Adam was with Kevin's ability to detect danger in the field. "You know, the first meeting and test mission would have gone a lot smoother if you would have just told me about your gift from the start."

Kevin laughed hard at his comment. "Oh, you mean smooth like the way you and Kristine handled it in the castle that first time? Wait, I know; smooth like when Laura found out. Oh yeah, I could see how that could have gone smoother." Kevin started laughing hard as he remembered the screams of terror from the people with whom he had shared his secret.

Their conversation was cut short when a rather chubby, older man stepped up to the table. The group smiled at him and began to wonder why Alina was hiding behind him. He smiled at Adam and Kristine, then nodded his head towards the now married couple. "Alina wanted to give you two just a small sampling of her baking skills."

He moved to the side and the group watched a smiling Alina set a platter down on the table. On it was a round cake with fresh green apples decorating its top. Lying on the side was a large silver serving knife. "I didn't have time to make a real wedding cake. I hope that at least this apple torte is to your liking."

Laura felt the emotion rise in her heart once again. She turned to Kevin and could tell he felt the same way as well. "I – I don't..."

"Please, Mrs. Dvorska, accept this as my wedding gift." She leaned down and whispered to Kevin who was trying to keep his own tears at bay. "Just don't give any to the old witch in the corner that keeps pestering me," she said with laugh.

Kevin looked over and saw that the blonde woman was now running her finger around the top of the wine glass and staring intently at them. Looking back to Alina, he smiled. "You have my word, not a crumb."

As Laura began cutting up the apple torte, Kevin started passing around the plates. Once everyone had a piece, Laura scooped up a small bit on her fork and moaned in pleasure as the taste of caramelized apples and sugar delighted her taste buds. "Oh my God. This is so yummy."

Kristine shook her head and finished chewing. "Holy cow! This girl has a life in the bakery business." 

The two couples finished off their individual plates and then each in turn moaned their approval. With the champagne now gone, and their bellies full, Kevin looked at his wife. "This has been a very memorable evening. Would you permit me to escort you home?"

Laura giggled with happiness. "Yes you may, Sir; just don't get any funny ideas when we get there."

Kevin motioned for Alina and then smiled at his wife. "Isn't that the pot, calling the kettle black?"

As Alina stood at the side of the table, Kevin reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Alina, I believe you have outdone yourself. How much do we owe you?" he said as he opened the leather wallet.

Once again, the youngster blushed and waved her hand. "Actually, Sir, not a thing. The torte is my gift and the rest of the patrons have chipped in to cover your bill." She placed her hands on the table and giggled at the wedding party. "There was even enough left over for a really good tip."

Kevin couldn't let her go without at least thanking her for a memorable moment and pulled out two fifty dollar bills. He took her hand and placed the money in her open palm, then closed her fingers over them. "Then consider this a donation to the Alina Bakery Fund."

The young girl looked like she would start crying and then picked up the leftover torte. "I – I don't – I'll go wrap this up so you can have it later," she said, but then quickly turned and stared at the couple. "That is if you don't find anything else to do." She was giggling all the way to the kitchen.

She walked into the kitchen and began wrapping the left over torte so the newlyweds could take it home. "Oh I'm so happy that you had fun on your wedding night." Suddenly, her eyes transformed to the color of coal as she gave a soft laugh. "Because it will be your last night on earth, oh Chosen One."



I truly hope you enjoyed the wedding. Just remember, if you cried happy tears, I'm not apologizing. Oh, and look here, it's not the blonde – imagine that. Don't forget to vote and let me know how I did. Chapter 9 is right around the corner.



The Chosen One Ch. 09



I would like to thank my editor, Julie, for another fabulous job; you're the greatest. Also to the fan's and first time readers for following along with Kevin's last adventure.

Crook's Creek pub, Predjama, Slovenia.  

Walking behind her husband, Kristine Dawson carried the left over apple torte as the wedding party made their way around all the well-wishers. Laura kept stopping to thank them, while Kevin silently begged his new wife to walk faster so they could leave. Once they were all outside, Kevin wrapped his arm around the woman to whom he had pledged his life.

Adam followed his friend's lead and wrapped his own powerful arm around his wife. The night air was cool and he could feel the small goose bumps on her arm. "Think we can find some jackets in the castle?"

Kristine snuggled against her mate and smiled to herself. "I think if we're cold we should cuddle with each other under a big fluffy comforter."

"Your idea of cuddle causes the comforter to, somehow, end up on the floor."

With his heightened sense of hearing, Kevin could hear the conversation between his two friends. The human-formed werewolf began to wonder whether to call it an early night or perhaps open just one bottle of the castle's very expensive wine.

When he turned to look at Laura, he saw that she was gazing at him with unfathomable love and affection. "And how are you feeling tonight, Mrs. Dvorska."

Laura sighed deeply and continued to gaze into the eyes of her soul mate. "I love hearing you call me that. I don't want this night to end."

After checking to see if anyone could overhear him, Kevin grinned and looked at his new wife. "I don't have much control over that. I'm a werewolf, not Father Time."

Kevin paused in his walk back to the castle and held his lover close. He looked over at Adam as he and Kristine joined him in marveling at the majesty of the castle under the illuminating spotlights. They took in the breath-taking view and admired the way the lights made it seem as if the castle were a living, breathing entity.

There was a calming silence around them, and the two couples smiled to each other, as they knew their bond of friendship would span a lifetime. After a few moments of reverence, they continued on their way home. Kevin was thankful that the few tourists that milled about left the group alone and they continued unmolested past the gates.

Upon reaching the small drawbridge, Kevin stopped and suddenly picked up the freshly married Mrs. Dvorska. "They say that carrying your bride across the threshold is good luck. I don't know what effect a drawbridge and a threshold will have, but I'm sure it's the same."

Adam rushed up and pulled out his spare key that Kristine had given him. After opening the wooden door, he dashed back over the drawbridge and made way for Kevin. He was all smiles as he watched his friend enter the castle, then walked his own lovely wife inside and shut the door.

Laura's feet had barely touched the floor when she fell into Kevin's arms and kissed him soundly. He watched her step back and slowly twirl around with her arms extended out. "I take it that you're happy I surprised you with a wedding."

She stopped twirling and gazed lovingly in his eyes. "Thank you for making me the happiest woman in the world."

Kristine sighed as she watched the love between her two friends. "You two are going to make me cry again. I'll put this leftover torte in the refrigerator. Those apples were delicious, and I want some for tomorrow."

Adam walked over to Kevin and patted him on the back. "How about we crack open one of those bottles of wine we're not supposed to have?" 

"I was thinking the same thing. I'll be right back."

Adam went over to the antique couch and sat down while Laura skipped happily to the kitchen for a bottle of water. He laughed inside as he thought about how happy she would be tomorrow when she explored more of the castle as Mrs. Dvorska.

Kevin returned with an expensive bottle of wine and three glasses. After Kristine and Laura returned, the two couples sat next to each other and talked about their futures.

The conversation took a turn toward a more embarrassing topic as Kristine brought up the subject of the Knighting ceremony that had taken place earlier that evening. "I bet the rest of your team will pay good money for a copy of those photos, Kevin."

Kevin lowered his head slightly and glared at her. "And I'd pay good money to have them all destroyed."

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Alina looked at her watch. She wanted to give the drug-laced apples time to take effect. The only problem she had was if she waited too long, the drugs would wear off and she would have to kill her prey immediately. The curiosity of whether or not he was as capable as legend would have it was too enticing to resist.

The young woman walked from the small kitchen and approached the bar where the chubby, balding owner was stacking some freshly cleaned bar glasses. "Excuse me, Mr. Kocbek, I was wondering, since I came in early to decorate, would it be alright if I head home for the night?"

Kocbek smiled at the young girl. Her dedication and enthusiasm about making a small reception special for the young couple had brought in a good deal money to the small pub. "Alina, I have never seen you work harder than you did tonight. You've earned the right to head home early. I'll close up tonight."

She blushed at the compliment and took off her apron. After placing it on the glossy bar, she happily walked toward the door. Just before she reached the bat wing doors, she glanced over to her right and saw the arrogant blonde-haired woman watching her.

Alina gave her a fake smile and stepped closer. "The pub will be closing soon. Shouldn't you be heading home?"

The woman kept her eyes on the young server. "I just find it curious that you were so attentive to that particular group of patrons. They must hold a special place in your heart."

The doppelganger giggled as she kept up her appearance as a harmless young waitress. "It seems as if I've known them all my life, so yes, they are very special to me." She let the retort hang in the air as she left the pub and stepped into the cool, evening air.

Luckily, the home of the real Alina Vaclav was just down the street from the diner and pub at which she worked. Reaching into her pocket, she produced a brass key and inserted it into the lock. Just before she opened the door, Alina turned and looked behind her. The same blonde -haired woman was watching her from across the street.

She smiled at the woman but had other thoughts on her mind. "If you get in my way tonight bitch, you'll be first on the body count," she muttered as she pushed the door open and entered the small house.

The young woman locked the door and then turned on the light in the tiny living room. She looked over at the young woman whose soft green eyes were wide with fright. She was strapped to a small wooden chair with a large piece of tape over her mouth. "And how are we doing, Alina? Enjoying your day off?"

She struggled against her bonds and screamed into the tape. When she found that she was unable to escape, she began to cry and looked at Nadia with a pleading look. Her tears began to flow freely down her cheeks as she watched the woman, who had stolen her identity, laugh cruelly.

Nadia approached the weeping youngster and brushed her matted hair away from her face. "You humans are horribly weak. You struggle and cry over what is inevitable and then pray to -- Him -- for help. I hate to say hello and then run, but I have to go and kill your little friend. I'll be back later for you."

Nadia moved over to a long black leather bag and unzipped it. She widened the opening and gazed upon the object inside as if she were in love with the item. "Hello, my old friend. Tonight you and I shall become invincible. Once I get what is rightfully mine, nothing will be able to stop us."

Moving to the front window, the fallen angel pulled the curtain aside and looked out to the nearly deserted street. She wasn't concerned about the people who happened to be walking along the street, save one, the blonde-haired woman from the pub. "I guess she didn't want to lose her life; wise choice."

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The small group laughed as they continued to drink their beverages. Kevin and Laura were sitting across from their friends, and Kevin saw Kristine blink hard a few times and then shake her head. "Hey, Adam, I don't think your wife there can handle the wine."

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Kristine pulled at her shirt and continued to blink rapidly.

Laura pulled at her own shirt and got a strange look on her face. "It is getting hot in here, Kristine, and suddenly I feel like taking a nap."

Kevin's sense of danger was piqued as he watched Kristine set her glass down and laid her head in Adam's lap. He was about to say something to Adam when he saw his own wife lean back and lay her head against the contoured side of the love seat.

He looked back at Adam who was shaking his head as if trying to clear his vision. "This doesn't feel right, Adam. Something is very wrong."

Adam stood up, but as he did, he stumbled and had to reach out for a small table to try to steady himself. "We -- we have to -- have to go for..." Adam sunk to his knees as he fought to remain conscious. After a few moments, he lost the battle and slumped on the floor.

Kevin quickly rose on his own shaking legs. Through blurred vision, he made it to the small desk that was nearby and pulled out the Desert Eagle. He had trouble working his fingers on the safety but finally managed to release it. The room began to spin wildly, and his knees buckled, sending him to the floor. The large weapon wobbled in his hands as he pointed it toward the door. Darkness overtook him, and he collapsed into the abyss.

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To the average person walking along the street, it appeared as if an innocent young girl were walking along, heading to the castle on a cool fall night. Even the long black bag she held seemed nonthreatening.

A few tourists were still wandering around the parking area as the girl approached the castle. She looked at the massive stone structure and admired the view along with those snapping photographs of the illuminated citadel. Upon reaching the gates, she started to walk around the sightseers when she noticed one of the visitors get a strange look on her face.

She turned slightly and gave the older woman a youthful smile. "It's okay, Miss, I'm an old friend, and by now I bet they're wondering where I am."

The youth walked around the gate and headed to the front door. She took one look back and then reached for the door latch. When she found the door unlocked, she chuckled to herself. "Pretty sloppy with your security measures, Mr. Dvorska."

She slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Hello, anybody home?" When no answer came, she closed the door and locked it. "Let's just make this a private party, shall we?"

Alina began the search for her quarry in the foyer and slowly moved through the lower level of the castle. Upon reaching the entrance to the lower study, an evil smile spread across her face when she discovered the sleeping forms of the four people. "Oh, poor babies got their tummies all full and decided to take a nap. I'm glad you liked the apple torte."

She started humming a happy tune as she opened the long black leather bag. Reaching in, she carefully pulled the katana out into plain sight. She stopped humming when she noticed the lights begin to flicker. "Oh look, finally, someone to greet me."

She pulled the ancient sword clear of its scabbard and in an instant the lights grew brighter. She ignored the warnings and stepped closer to the one man she had waited to fight for centuries. When she saw the Desert Eagle on the floor in front of Kevin, she kicked it away from him and back into the center of the room.

The fallen angel started to reach for her victim, when suddenly; a crystal decanter flew off the shelf and headed straight for her. With lightning fast reflexes, she dodged the object and laughed aloud. "So, it is true that this place is haunted. Nice try, but you won't stop me from my destiny."

As she reached down again, two silver stanchion posts with a thick, red velvet rope connecting them flew across the room. Her eyes darkened, and with a flick of her blade, the rope was sliced in two and the poles sailed by without entangling her. She looked around in annoyance. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get on with this."

She reached down and grabbed the back of Kevin's gray shirt. The buttons strained as his unconscious weight tested them to the breaking limit. Even though she wore the visage of a youthful girl, her unholy strength still existed and she easily dragged the Navy SEAL toward the entrance to the caves beneath them.

Stopping for just a moment after leaving the lower study, she looked back at the rest of the group as they lay about the room. "You three just wait here. I'll be back to say goodbye after I have a little fun with the Chosen One. If you're real good, I'll show you my shiny new medallion."

As she dragged Kevin along, she came upon a small table in the hall. On it, a large porcelain platter rested in a small wooden plate stand. Nadia chuckled, and then threw Kevin's limp body into it. As the table and platter shattered, she looked down at him. "Kevin, you really mustn't smash these priceless relics. People won't want to come and visit anymore."

She grabbed the back of his shirt again, and as she took a step forward, she felt something smash into her back. Nadia dropped him face first onto the broken platter and turned around. When she saw the old wooden coat stand lying broken on the floor, she laughed and once again took hold of Kevin's shirt.

Upon reaching the large painting, she released Kevin, and he crashed to the floor. "If memory serves, this should take me down to the Chosen One's final resting place." She pulled the painting open, only to have it slammed shut by an unseen force.

The evil fallen angel looked around with an exasperated expression. "Come on, really?" She held the katana at the ready and then slashed the irreplaceable painting to shreds. As the canvas fell to the wayside, she smiled. "I guess I'll make my own door."

With the entrance to the lower caves now open, she grabbed Kevin's hair and dragged him slightly forward. As the limp body followed along, she shoved Kevin's head into the frame of the once elegant painting. "Oops, I'm sorry, Mr. Dvorska. If we are to visit the caves, you really must be more careful; we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself now would we?"

With her ancient sword in one hand and Kevin's limp form in the other, Nadia continued making her way down the stone stairs. She continued her abuse of the sleeping man by dragging him face first down the rough steps. It was in this underground party room that she planned to wait for the once-talented point man of SEAL Team Six to awaken and begin the final fight for his life.

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A small underground stream flowed slowly past the opening to the party room. A small wooden bridge just beyond the stairs connected the medium sized cave to the only way back to the surface. Antique style lights jutted out from the stone and provided a soft yellow glow along the path.

Inside the cave, more lights lined the walls to keep the shadows at bay for guests. There were two long tables that were normally placed in the middle of the room and surrounded by an assortment of chairs. They now rested next to the roughly shaped walls that had been sculpted from centuries of water erosion.

Near the entrance to the cave, the small form of what appeared to be Alina sat patiently waiting. Perched on the edge of one of the chairs with her legs crossed, she was swinging her foot back and forth, staring at the muscular SEAL who lay on the cold, damp floor.

As Kevin came out of his drug-induced sleep, his strict training kicked in and without moving a muscle, he began to evaluate his situation. He knew he needed to remain still so as not to alert anyone, who happened to be nearby, that he had regained consciousness. Using all of his heightened senses, he detected the scent of another human in the vicinity.

The scent was familiar. It had to be Alina, but there was an undertone of another scent he didn't recognize. He realized that it couldn't be Alina. Not only was she not physically capable, but she had no reason to drug and drag him to the cave. Then the truth hit him hard, Nadia had found them.

Slowly he began to move his arms and legs, checking for incapacitating injuries. His movement was greeted with the scraping of a chair on the floor. After a brief moment, he felt someone's foot push him over onto his back. He blinked his eyes to clear his vision. The doppelganger of Alina with a katana strapped to her back came into view.

Nadia checked her watch and then smiled down at her victim. "It's about damn time, Kevin. I was starting to get bored."

Kevin pushed himself back from the evil creature and raised himself into a seated position on the floor. He was relieved when the woman made no effort to stop him. "You could have saved yourself a lot of trouble if you had just killed me while I was out."

She smiled and nodded her head. "Yes that's true. Call it a nagging curiosity, but I wanted to see if you're as good as you're supposed to be." The smile disappeared and she became quite serious. "Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to kill you, but in the interest of fairness, I'll let you have a sporting chance."

Kevin realized that if he were awake, then perhaps the others were regaining consciousness. "I need to stall and give Adam time to find me." The SEAL laughed at her as he remained on the floor. "Well, if you're convinced that you're going to kill me, would you mind answering a few questions for me?

"Oh, I suppose I could do that," she chuckled. "Just keep them to a minimum. I really am tired of waiting to claim my medallion you've been so graciously holding for me."

Kevin knew he needed to continue checking himself for injuries, so he gingerly stood up and stared at the young woman. "Did you already kill my friends and family?"

"They're still up in the castle sleeping, but rest assured, they'll never see another sunrise."

As Kevin brushed the dirt from his pants, he checked his arm movement and found them a little stiff. From the way his body felt, he knew she must have worked him over on the way down to the cave. "You're pretty resourceful, Nadia. I was sure you wouldn't find us here. How did you figure that out so quickly?"

Nadia laughed and touched the unseen feather under her shirt. "I do believe you've underestimated me yet again. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve despite taking a, let's call it, bad fall. I'm fortunate enough to still "see" where my quarry tries to hide. A quick flash of the castle told me all I needed to know to find you."

"I must hand it to you; I really thought I'd pulled it off at the airport." Kevin walked around a bit as he tried to stall and shake off the effects of the drug. "I'm assuming you can take the form of anyone you want. What happened to the real Alina?"

"She's at home. After seeing you with her yesterday, I knew she was the way to get close to you. It took some coaxing, but she finally relented and told me about the wedding party."

"So, she's alive?"

Nadia chuckled and began circling Kevin. "At the moment, yes, but she'll soon face her demise just as you are about to."

Kevin shook his head in mock amusement as he stared at the prowling woman. "I'm pretty sure you'll find that I'm a formidable opponent. This won't be like fighting Franklin."

Nadia came to a stop and glared at the human-formed werewolf. She was growing tired of this cat and mouse game. "Then let me show you what you'll be up against, you arrogant fool."




The Chosen One Ch. 09



Kevin watched in revulsion as Alina's visage was replaced with the scorched, withered face of the Fallen Angel. Her black, lifeless eyes appeared darker than the burnt and ruined skin. As she parted her lips to hiss at him, she revealed sharp, jagged teeth coated with yellow scum.

He stared at her as the bile rose in his throat and tried to control his growing fear. She slashed away the confining clothing and he made a mental note to try to avoid her dagger-like claws. Even though his own talons were longer, the way her nails shredded her clothing meant they were as equally sharp as his own.

With the ragged clothing piled on the floor around her, a white feather with slightly burnt edges hanging from a silver chair around her neck was revealed. "That's got to be the secret to her power. If I can destroy that, then I've got her."

Kevin watched as she stretched out her arms and slowly spun in a circle. The overwhelming urge to vomit became urgent when he saw the two cauterized stubs sticking out of her back. He fought hard within himself to remember his years of training. He knew he needed to be in control of any situation at all times. "I don't know whether to kill you because you're pissing me off, or just so no one has to look at you again. You make me want to hurl, bitch."

Nadia glared at him as she stepped away from the rags. "This will be the last image your new wife sees before I remove your unborn child from her womb."

Her hissing words caused Kevin's fear to vanish as the anger began to build within him. "You will never get that chance. There isn't a force on earth that will keep me from killing you."

In the blink of an eye, Kevin Dvorska embraced his true form. The massive brown werewolf growled at the evil before him. His bright iridescent gold eyes narrowed as the power of the medallion flowed through him. Kevin swiped the air with his razor sharp talons, making sure Nadia saw the blade-like weapons.

"It's a shame you're smaller than Franklin. I had so wanted to have a little fun." Her mocking voice sounded wicked as she slowly circled the werewolf.

Kevin watched as she tried to gain an advantage by moving to one side of his massive form. He began to counter her steps, knowing he needed to take his time. He had learned from previous fights that he couldn't afford to make rash move as those would throw him off-balance.

The two combatants studied each other as they continued to circle one another. It crossed Kevin's mind that if she chose to draw and utilize the katana that he would be at the disadvantage. He started to plan how he could remove that weapon from the fight. He moved slowly forward, his gold eyes trained on the leather belt that kept the long sword strapped to her back.

Nadia saw the wolf getting closer, and braced one foot behind her as she waited for the attack. She knew that he was planning some clever maneuver and smiled sadistically at her victim. When she saw his large paw with its sharp talons swipe at her chest, she blocked his front leg just before it hit her.

The dark angel was impressed with his speed as she slammed her fist into the joint of the powerful leg. Her speed and strength caught him off guard. "You stupid mutt! You still haven't realized what I am."

Stunned and in pain, Kevin fell back a few feet. It suddenly occurred to him that this was no ordinary fight or opponent. With the help of the medallion, he had always been faster and stronger than his adversary. He was surprised when all he could see of her oncoming fist was a blur. He stood his ground, trying to hide the fact that her punch had hurt. He growled deeply to hide the whimper that he felt rising in his throat.

Laughing, Nadia continued to prowl around him. "Yes, I can see that fear creeping into those pathetic gold eyes." She knew she could control the battle if she taunted him. "I wonder if your mate will have the same fear in her eyes. Will she scream as my blade opens her womb?"

As Kevin's anger grew, the memory of sitting by a campfire with his father, Luka, flashed through his mind. It was there that his father had explained the rules, along with the constant dangers, of being only half-human.

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Luka Dvorska looked at his young son as he stared into the fire. "Kevin, I know this has been a lot for you to take in all at once. I tried to find a way to explain all of this to you at least a thousand times. There's just no way to make it easy."

He didn't look at his father as the image of the beast was foremost on his mind. "Earlier when it happened, you know, changing and stuff; I almost felt as if it were trying to take control of me."

Luka looked on with sadness as he realized his young son would have to come to grips with the gift he had been given. "It probably doesn't help right now, but it will get easier, Kev. Even at your tender age, I can tell that when your human side meets the wolf side; special things will happen in the world."

Kevin slammed his water down on the ground and shot up out of his seat. "Special things? Are you shitting me, Dad? I'm a fucking monster! How special is it that I turn into this freak and start killing people?"

He knew not to push; he had to let his son come to grips with reality. "Son, no matter what -- you -- are in control of the gift. Your human soul always controls the wolf, but there is something that you need to understand. Never -- ever -- let your temper get away from you. If, for any reason, your human side gives your power to the wolf..."

As he considered the consequences, Luka Dvorska lowered his head and a small tear rolled down his cheek. He knew there was a small chance that his son, his only son, could be lost to him forever. "If the wolf takes over the human, there is a chance that your human side will never return. No human on Earth will be able to stop you."

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Kevin deduced that her plan was to force him to lose control. He was determined not to give her the advantage, but his family's life was being threatened and he was struggling with the anger growing within him. He leapt at the evil woman and tried to slam his massive body into her. He glimpsed the blurred vision of her moving form and sailed harmlessly by her. When he landed, the pain in his right front joint increased.

He spun quickly and glared at the laughing angel. "Damn it, Kevin; slow down, control the fight."

Nadia continued to laugh as she brushed her hands as if they had gotten dirty just from moving. "I must compliment you, Kevin. You're faster than Franklin. What else you got, Big Boy?"

Kevin closed the distance between them and began swinging his claws at her. As she blocked each hit, he sped up his attacks and tried to get a strike on her body. Suddenly he was caught off guard as she pushed one of his large muscular legs to the side. He couldn't react fast enough and soon felt her dagger-like claws rake the side of his face. The howl from the pain echoed throughout the cave.

Nadia smiled as she saw the blood begin to mat his fur. She stepped to his side quickly and slashed again with each hand. Her smile widened as she started to see the small droplets of blood hit the cold, damp stone floor. She jumped back and took a defensive stance.

Kevin fought through the pain and began pacing back and forth; his eyes remaining on his enemy. He knew he couldn't beat her speed and power, but he quickly thought of an idea to get her off balance for a change. He moved forward and at first, it appeared as if he would leap at her once again.

Nadia's fist shot out toward the area the large wolf head would have been. Kevin saw her exposed side for just a split second. That was all the time he needed as the four inch talons sliced through her skin like warm butter. "My claws hurt too, don't they, Bitch."

When Kevin saw her try to recover from his attack, he stepped forward, slammed his massive shoulder into her body, and chuckled as he heard a groan escape her lips. As she removed her hand and looked at her slashed body, Kevin swept at her feet and tried to get her on the ground. Nadia reacted quickly and jumped over the large fur covered limb.

The werewolf watched closely, and just before her feet touched the cave floor, his other set of razor-like claws connected with her thigh. His hopes of winning the fight increased as he watched the dark blood seep from the four long gashes in her leg.

Nadia ignored her new wound and scored a significant hit by slamming her fist into Kevin's left eye. "Enjoy those small moments of triumph, because they will be the last time you draw blood from any living creature," she said as she saw the wolf try to dive at her once more.

"We'll see about that!"

The wounded werewolf stopped short and watched as a spinning back kick sailed just in front of his bloody muzzle. As soon as he saw his opening, he lunged at the evil being. When his front paws hit her, he pushed with all his strength and pinned her to the floor.

He opened his jaws and thrust his teeth at her. Just before the large canines connected, he felt her feet push upward and suddenly found himself sailing through the air toward one of the party tables.

The table did little to keep the massive wolf from slamming into the cave wall. Kevin's body slumped down along the rough edges of the stone. He tried to get up, but the debris from the table hindered his damaged body.

Nadia jumped up and turned to see her opponent against the wall. Moving with lightning speed, she kicked his exposed side and was rewarded with the feeling of his ribs cracking. As she listened to the sorrowful howl, she slashed his sides once again.

Knowing victory was within her grasp; Nadia moved to the center of the cave and allowed her enemy a moment to compose himself. "Congratulations, you're the first opponent to have ever gotten me on the ground, or even connect with a strike for that matter. As you can see, you ignorant fool; it will take more than a pitiful werewolf to stop me."

The evil angel watched as the battered werewolf got up slowly. Nadia could see he was struggling with the injuries. She could end the fight with just a few more strikes. She clapped her hands and cackled at him. "I'm impressed with your stamina and control so far. I wonder if Mrs. Dawson will have the same control as I force her to watch her husband's castration."

Kevin knew he had to retreat and live to fight another day. He turned his head slightly and saw the entrance to the cave. "That stream goes outside the castle. Maybe I can make it out and try to escape?" Then the image of her heading upstairs to finish the others, in the lower study, caused him to rethink his actions.

Nadia saw him looking towards the entrance, and in the blink of an eye, she stood directly in front of the opening. She reached over her shoulder and palmed the handle of her katana. "I hope you're not thinking of trying to escape. You are going to die tonight. I have waited far too long for this moment, so just be a good dog and continue to try your best. This has been a great deal of fun so far."

Kevin limped to the center of the cave. He knew he had to overcome the odds, and try to find a way to win. "Light; something about light. What though? Come on Kevin, think God damn it!"

Nadia slowly stalked her prey. She kept smiling at him as she stood just out of range of his sharp talons. "We settle this here and now. Before I finish you off, I want your pathetic mind to hold onto the image of my katana slicing through your lovely wife's pussy and bayoneting your child. Do you think Laura will scream -- or just pass out from the pain?"

"You're not getting near my family -- ever!" Kevin rushed toward her and slashed out with his left front claw. The image in front of him blurred as her foot connected with his head. He was trying to clear his vision when a powerful punch slammed into the open wound on the side of his face.

Nadia could see that her opponent was disoriented and slammed another spinning back kick into the side of the wolf's head. As he shook his head and backed away, her right leg shot up and connected with the underside of the blood covered snout. Her evil laugh reverberated off the stone walls in the chamber.

She placed her hands on her hips and glared at the wolf as he struggled to get up off the floor. "What's the matter, Navy boy, having a hard time seeing with your eyes jammed into your tiny brain? Let me see if I can fix that for you." Another spinning kick sent the massive wolf tumbling across the floor.

Noticing that her enemy still had some fight left in him, she moved next to the beast and grabbed a handful of fur on top of his massive head. She smashed her fist into his facial wounds and heard the wolf groan. Her fury grew as she continued to pummel the side of his face. "Give -- me -- my -- medallion!"

Kevin was unable to defend himself as his head sustained the brunt of her attacks. He lost control of his gift, and her last blow struck the now human head of the Navy SEAL. His once neatly pressed grey shirt and black slacks were now just torn rags soaked in dark red blood. He felt the air rush out of his lungs as a single powerful kick sent him into the wall.

Nadia grasped the handle of her katana and looked down at the defeated human gasping for air. "Welcome back, Mr. Dvorska. I'll take my medallion now."

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Laura Dvorska blinked her eyes as she tried to clear the fog clouding her brain. When she saw Adam lying on the floor, and Kristine slumped on the sofa, her heart began to race. She franticly looked around in a desperate search for her husband.

While trying to regain her senses, she jumped off the couch and stumbled toward the entrance of the lower study in hopes of finding her mate. When she saw the smashed table, a wave of dread washed over her.

The new bride staggered over to Adam's unconscious form and shook his shoulder. "Adam, Adam wake up! Please, I need your help Adam!" With no response, she moved to her dear friend. "Kristine, please you have to wake up!"

Tears streamed down her face as she sat down on the floor. Through blurred vision, she saw Kevin's Desert Eagle lying on the floor. On her hands and knees, she crawled to the large weapon and picked it up. While one hand held the heavy Eagle, the other wiped her wet face. "You're not taking my husband from me."

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Kevin curled up in a fetal position against the wall. Painfully, he turned his head to look at the evil being above him. One eye was swollen shut from the beatings and he felt the blood running down his face. "Take -- take the -- medallion. Just leave -- leave my -- ugh -- family -- alone. Please, not -- not my -- family."

Nadia began laughing hysterically as she slowly pulled the katana from its sheath. As the blade cleared the end, she bent over slightly and laughed directly at her victim. "Oh I couldn't have planned it better! The mighty Chosen One, begging me to spare his family! Shit, it just doesn't get any better!"

Reaching out with her sword, she placed the razor sharp tip against his upper body and drew the end down a few inches. "Let me hear you say it again, oh Chosen One, and I'll think about your request."

Kevin laid his head down on the cold ground and tried not to cry out from the pain. "Please, let my -- ugh -- family -- live. I'm -- ugh -- begging you."

Nadia danced around happily as she listened to him beg for mercy. "That was absolutely priceless!" Nadia moved back but still within striking distance and raised her katana above her shoulder. "Your request has been denied. Your family will be first on a long list of brutal slayings all over the world." She turned her wrists slightly and prepared to take the final blow.

Laura saw her husband curled up with his blood-covered neck exposed to a hideous monster. Rage flowed through her like a fast moving rapids, and she brought the heavy Desert Eagle up, aiming it at the form she knew to be Nadia. "Get away from my husband, you fucking bitch!"

The female voice caught the Dark One off-guard, and she turned to see the young dark haired beauty pointing a gun at her. She lowered her sword as she noticed the new wife having trouble keeping the heavy weapon trained on her. "Well what do we have here? The loving little misses coming to rescue her husband. True love is so quaint; don't you agree?"

Laura narrowed her eyes and tried to look as forbidding as possible. "Fuck you, Nadia! You don't scare me, and Kevin taught me how to use this," she lied. "If you don't want a gaping hole in your chest, move away from him!" The small framed woman was having a hard time holding the heavy handgun up in the firing position.

Nadia moved away slowly. She knew the weapon would hurt her, but she also knew the small woman was incapable of firing the large Eagle with any kind of accuracy. "I wouldn't want to be accused of not playing fair, Laura. Go ahead and take a free shot. Here is your one chance to save your husband." Nadia turned slightly to present less of a target and held out her arms out trying to tempt the woman.

Laura's hands began to shake slightly as the weight started to take its toll on her. She placed one finger on the trigger and tried with all her might to keep a steady aim. "Oh, God, please let me hit her and not Kevin!"

The wife of Kevin Dvorska pulled hard on the trigger and shut her eyes as the concussion echoed off the walls around them. She wasn't prepared for the recoil of the .50 caliber handgun, and it flew out of her hands. In a protective movement, she grabbed her aching wrist as her ears continued to ring.

Nadia laughed as the depleted uranium round sailed harmlessly past her. With a quick burst of speed, she darted over to the pregnant woman. She knew the petite human was no match for her, and she grabbed Laura's throat and lifted her off the floor. Nadia began laughing again as she watched the woman struggle against the powerful hold.

Holding the struggling bride off the ground in one hand and the katana in the other, she deliberately strode toward the crippled SEAL. "Since you're so worried about your sweet husband, why don't you join him?"

It was easy for Nadia, given her superior strength, to throw Laura against the cave wall near Kevin. She smiled as she watched the woman's head bounce off the stone. When she saw that Laura was knocked unconscious, her smile turned to a pout, and she looked down at the worried male. "Well that didn't work out the way I planned. I really wanted her to watch as I took your life. Now that would have been the kind of fun I was looking for. Oh well, I don't want to wait any longer. Say goodbye, Chosen One. The prize is mine."

Moaning in pain and with great effort, Kevin reached over and touched his wife's face. "I'm so sorry, Laura. I love you."



The Chosen One Ch. 10



To thank everyone who helped with this book would take forever, so just know that I love you all. I am always humbled with your sage advice. To the readers and fans that have patiently waited for the last chapter, I won't keep you in the dark any longer. With my sincere hope for an enjoyable read, the series finale of The Chosen One.

Recap from the end of Chapter 9

The wife of Kevin Dvorska pulled hard on the trigger and shut her eyes as the concussion echoed off the walls around them. She wasn't prepared for the recoil of the .50 caliber handgun, and it flew out of her hands. In a protective movement, she grabbed her aching wrist as her ears continued to ring.

Nadia laughed as the depleted uranium round sailed harmlessly past her. With a quick burst of speed, she darted over to the pregnant woman. She knew the petite human was no match for her, and she grabbed Laura's throat and lifted her off the floor. Nadia began laughing again as she watched the woman struggle against the powerful hold.

While holding the struggling bride in one hand and the katana in the other, she deliberately strode toward the crippled SEAL. "Since you're so worried about your sweet husband, why don't you join him?"

It was easy for Nadia, given her superior strength, to throw Laura against the cave wall near Kevin. She smiled as she watched the woman's head bounce off the stone. When she saw that Laura was knocked unconscious, her smile turned to a pout, and she looked down at the worried male. "Well that didn't work out the way I planned. I really wanted her to watch as I took your life. Now that would have been the kind of fun I was looking for. Oh well, I don't want to wait any longer. Say goodbye, Chosen One. The prize is mine."

Moaning in pain and with great effort, Kevin reached over and touched his wife's face. "I'm so sorry, Laura. I love you."

Even though Nadia was saying something rude about the love Kevin and Laura shared, he couldn't hear it, as his memory flashed to an image of Atsuko standing in his living room. The small Asian was looking at his medallion.

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After Kevin released the older man's hand, he turned to look at Atsuko as she fumbled with her folder full of papers and photos. "Um -- can you really read all those symbols on that scroll?"

"Hai."

Kevin reached into his shirt and pulled the Lycanthrope Medallion out into plain sight. He heard the other council members moan in awe as they stared at the ancient artifact. Then he heard the cowboy wanna-be whistle in a low tone of amazement. "I was wondering if you could tell me what it says around the outside, some of the same symbols are on that scroll."

The petite woman bowed and reached out for the medallion. Placing one finger on the bottom and working her way around, she followed the symbols. "At the -- no, within the light he will -- um -- rule. A human will be -- um -- born again." She placed the medallion back in his hands and bowed as she backed away.

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Kevin's image flashed back to the first night in Predjama when he met the old woman sitting in Crook's Creek Pub. Astonished by the revelation, Kevin leaned forward. "So she wins? That can't be possible."

The old woman continued to study the palm. "It is unclear, my lord. I see only what I see, nothing more."

Kevin was about to pull his hand away when Vesna twitched slightly. If he hadn't known better, he would have suspected that electric shocks were flowing through her. He looked down as the pressure of her grip increased. He tried to pull his hand free, but found that the grip was too tight. He glanced up at her with surprise, as the force grew greater.

Kristine gently shook her in an attempt to bring her around from the attack. The trembling did not subside and the blank stare focused on Kevin became extremely unnerving. In fact, the stare seemed to cut right through him. Her voice took on a spine-chilling monotone, "Embrace the light; the time is soon, for the boy who rules the moon. He has but to ask, for his saving grace. The deed be done, he sets the pace."

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"...And I'll make sure to say goodbye upstairs for you." Nadia readied her katana as she watched Kevin.

The severely injured werewolf and Navy SEAL picked the medallion up off the floor and held it tight. He shut eyes and softly spoke to the only one who could save them. "Please God, help us."

Suddenly a bright, white light shot out of the ruby and quickly engulfed the entire cave. Kevin screamed out in agony as if his body were being torn apart. He could feel the intense heat coming from the ruby, but he couldn't let go as it burned into his palm. He was about to pass out from the extreme pain, but Nadia's equally loud screams kept him conscious.

Kevin felt his body stop shaking, and though his eyes were squinted shut, he sensed that the light was diminishing and he felt a strong wind sweep into the cave. He could feel it tugging at his body as he fought to remain on his side. When he dared to open his eyes, his first instinct was to check his wife. He placed two fingers against her neck and found a strong pulse, but she was still unconscious.

Turning to locate his enemy, he saw a large, black cyclone of dust and debris in the center of the cave. As he kept looking at it, visions of different human faces appeared within it. Expressions of agony tore at them as they drifted in and out of the spinning cyclone. Then he saw a number of wolf heads repeat the process and from somewhere in the center of the storm, he heard Nadia screaming out in pain.

Suddenly, the large white feather moved out of the storm as if it were trying to get away from something.. He could see that it acted like it had a life force of its own; then a small flash of white hot flames shot out of the storm and destroyed it in one quick blast.

He suddenly felt a twinge in his hand and looked down at his palm. The imprint of the Lycanthrope Medallion was now seared into the center of his hand. He quickly checked his body and discovered the injuries he had sustained in the fight were now gone.

Kevin turned to watch as the whirlwind died out, revealing a beautiful woman with stunning brown eyes and jet-black hair. It was the same image as the photos he had seen of the biochemist who created the Pandora virus, only now she wore a shimmering white gown that was embroidered with gold detail.

He stood slowly and looked at the startled woman. As the clues came rushing back to him, he glared at the stricken female. "Now I understand the clues. Humans being born again, triumph is within the light. It looks like, God, wants us to settle this as humans, Nadia."

The once mighty angel, Nadia, saw the look of hatred in his eyes and then noticed her katana on the ground just in front of her. She swiftly moved to retrieve it, but without her powers, she wasn't fast enough. Just as she reached the handle, Kevin's foot stomped on the blade.

The image of Nadia throwing his soul mate against the wall fueled his anger. "Let's make this a fair fight this time." When he saw her right fist swing up, he grabbed her wrist and squeezed. Then her left arm shot out, but she wasn't fast enough as he grabbed it and turned both wrists outward. In pain, she arched her back and screamed. His body quivered slightly from the growing anger. "My turn to play rough -- Bitch."

Kevin's right foot came up and slammed hard into her midsection. His eyes narrowed as she hit the wall behind her and moaned. He stood his ground as he watched her recover and collect herself.

Nadia brushed her stomach trying to show the man in front of her she was uninjured. "You fool; I don't need my sword to defeat a mere human. I have been alive for centuries and my skills will out match yours."

The now-human female circled to his left and the trained Navy SEAL countered her movements. Kevin kept his powerful arms at his side, taunting her with his defenseless stance.

He recognized the over confident look in her eyes. "That's what I was looking for. Come get some." Suddenly she moved forward and began throwing a series of punches at his body. His training kicked in and Kevin began blocking each strike.

Nadia began combining hard kicks to his lower body and legs and her fists flew toward his head. She quickly became angry at the lack of damage she was inflicting and tried a front kick to his midsection. Her eyes showed shock when her enemy grabbed her leg before she could connect.

Just as he grabbed her leg, his eyes tightened. With renewed strength, he spun her around and then released her as she neared the wall. He smiled as he watched the defenseless woman slam head first into the rough wall. Kevin stepped back a few feet and watched as she rose with slow movements. "Stings a bit when you hit the walls doesn't it?"

He watched her regroup and move toward him with determination in her eyes. Just as she got close, her fist swung at his head. Kevin's arm shot up and blocked it, but before she could react, his own powerful fist blasted out and smashed into her exposed ribs. As she doubled over slightly, Kevin recovered and backhanded her across the side of her face. "How's your fun level now, Nadia? You said you wanted to have some fun, so let's have some fun!"

Kevin's spinning back kick sent her sailing across the room. As she crashed to the cave floor, Kevin looked over at his wife. She was still out and he suddenly worried about the infant still growing inside her. His anger was now turning to a heated rage as he closed the distance between himself and Nadia.

He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her to her feet. "There are a few people you should NEVER piss off, Nadia!" His loud angry voice echoed off the cave walls. "Never!" His backhand caused blood to shot out of her mouth. "Ever!" Another powerful blow crashed into her temple. "Piss off a Navy SEAL!"

Kevin spun her around and trapped her shoulder blade between his muscular right arm, as his other arm wrapped around her throat. As the adrenaline rushed through his body he began to shake uncontrollably. With a quick jerk, he felt her shoulder snap out of the socket.

Nadia's screams of pain went unanswered as he spun her around in the air and then flung her across the room. He waited for her to get up and continue the fight, but then noticed she was trying to head for the cave's only exit. This enflamed his rage as he darted after her.

Just before she reached the exit, Kevin grabbed a handful of her black hair and yanked hard. As her feet went out from under her, she crashed to the ground. When she yelled out, Kevin's hand encircled her throat. Fueled by a consuming hatred, he squeezed hard and lifted her off the ground.

As her feet left the cave floor, she struggled to kick at his body and her hands tried to pry his grip from her neck. "Do you remember having my wife like this?" Kevin ran forward as fast as he could and slammed her writhing body into the jagged wall.

As he held her there, he leaned in close to her face. "How dare you touch someone as pure as my wife!" Kevin placed his open palm on her dislocated shoulder and pushed in hard; her screams of agony driving him further into raging madness. He growled at her with an inhuman tone and then slammed his forehead into the bridge of her nose.

He allowed the battered woman to slump against the wall, as he turned to look once again at his wife lying across the cave from him. He spun around to face his foe and saw her holding her bloody nose with one hand. Her other arm, now useless, hung next to her body at an unusual angle.

Nadia looked at the seething man in front of her and tried to reason with him. "Please, mercy. I'm human again; the rules..."

Kevin scowled at her. "Only God can grant mercy, and thanks to your bullshit, I no longer have my own special ability. The rules don't apply to me anymore, you fucking bitch!"

Kevin raced forward, grabbed the front of her dirty gown, and hauled her up to a standing position. "You could have left well enough alone, but noooo, you just had to have the medallion." With one hand still holding the top of her gown, he reached down with his other hand and grabbed her by the inside of her thigh.

He could feel the rage turn to an uncontrollable fury as he lifted her up into the air above his head. Using all the anger built up inside his soul, he quickly went down to one knee and slammed her lower back onto the top of his bent leg. He laughed an evil laugh as her body bent in half backward.

With distain, he shoved the crying female off his leg and tried hard to control his breathing. Something deep inside him began to feel remorse for the now broken angel. With deep breaths, his wrath began to fade.

As he looked down at the woman who was trying to crawl away with only one good arm, he felt his heartbeat start to return to normal. "There are a hundred reasons why I should kill you right now, but I can only think of one to let you live. I'm a United States Navy SEAL; I don't kill for vengeance or personal gain. Be thankful, you God damn whore, that I remembered that."

Kevin turned away from the beaten female and moved quickly to his wife's side. He pulled one eyelid back and looked to see if there was any response to the light inside the cave. When her pupil reacted, he knew there was no brain damage. He checked her pulse again and breathed a sigh of relief that it was still strong.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek but as he did, he heard the sound of metal scarping along the stone floor. He waited until he thought she was close enough and then spun around. He saw Nadia above him, holding the katana in her left hand.

Kevin dodged the attack, and as the blade sailed by, he grabbed her wrist roughly and turned the blade inward. "I gave you a chance to live, Bitch. You should have taken it. The prize is mine." Kevin thrust the sharp blade into her abdomen. When it was almost all the way through her body, he pulled the katana upward and sliced her diaphragm in half.

Kevin knew that without the ability to breathe, she had mere minutes to live. He held the hilt of the razor sharp sword and shoved her body off the blade. Her body crumpled to the floor spurting blood everywhere. Fury flashed inside of him once again as he leapt next to her. He couldn't hold back the blood lust that consumed his entire being.

Now on his hands and knees, he hovered over his fallen enemy. "You know when I told you I lost my gift, and we had to fight as humans?" Kevin saw a small tear run down her bruised cheek. "I lied."

Suddenly, the form of an uncontrolled werewolf stood over her, his golden eyes narrowing and hatred filling his heart. The large brown beast began to shake as his powerful jaws opened slowly, thick drool dripping down onto her face. In the blink of an eye, the massive head shot down and clamped its sharp teeth into the tender human flesh of her throat.

He could feel her twitch as she fought for life. Then with all the anger fueling his actions, he clamped his jaws shut and shook his head back and forth. As he growled, the beast jerked his head up and Nadia's head rolled away from her body.

The beast growled again into the cave air and then looked down at the convulsing body that lay before him. The fury broke through the dam and consumed him as he began slashing at the lifeless human form. He roared loudly as the soft meat was torn away, his sharp teeth adding to the destructive actions, shredding the bloody carcass.

Lost to the human world, the rage drove the massive beast to the brink of insanity. It was this consuming hatred, which caused his senses not to react to the man and woman standing at the entrance to the cave, watching the carnage.

Adam lowered his own Desert Eagle, as he breathed a sigh of relief at finding his friend alive. "I think she's pretty much dead, Kev. Change back and let's look you over, little buddy."

The rampaging werewolf's head shot up, and a low growl emanated from deep in its throat. Both large paws and deadly talons were resting on the shredded body beneath it. Suddenly, one massive paw lashed out and swung at them as it continued to hover over its victim.

Adam and Kristine both jerked their heads back in surprise as they watched Kevin's actions. The Navy SEAL Commander didn't know what would happen if his friend ever lost control of his temper, but he concluded it would look something like this. "Kevin, calm down, little buddy. Remember me, your friend, Adam?"

When the large beast slowly moved toward them and continued to growl, Adam instinctively brought his Eagle up and pointed the muzzle at the angry wolf. "Don't do this, Kevin. God damn it control yourself, SEAL!" Adam's words had little effect as the wolf paused and released a menacing roar.

Kristine looked at her husband as he took aim at the wolf. "Adam, you can't be serious? That's Kevin, for Christ sake!"

"Damn it, Kristine! I may not have a fucking choice in the matter!" Adam quickly pulled the hammer back on the weapon.

Without thinking, Kristine jumped in between her husband and the rage driven beast. "You're not killing our friend!"

"That's not Kevin anymore! Get out of the God damn way, Kristine!" Kristine moved out of the way, but as she did, she moved into the cave and off to the side.

The monster watched as the female of the two moved off to one side. He snapped his head over to see the male place one of his feet behind him. He held something in his hands, but he had no idea what it was. Turning his head again, he monitored the moving female and noticed she had her hands out to the side. They were saying something, but he couldn't understand the language.

Kristine kept her eyes locked onto the wolf as she came to a stop. "I know you're still in there, Kevin. You have to calm down, sweetie. Come on now, where's that big doggie I like to play with?"

She smiled as the beast moved closer, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw her husband take aim on the world's most efficient killing machine. "That's it, Kevin. Calm down and come to me, honey. I know you would never hurt me, Kevin."

She was still smiling when the beast lashed out with its right front set of claws. Moving quickly, she thrust her hips back and scowled at the wolf. Acting swiftly, she smashed her fist into the top of his muzzle as hard as she could. "Why you cocky little bastard!" She saw the massive head drop down and then held her other hand out to her husband. "Hold your fire, SEAL!"

Kristine watched as the wolf tried to shake its massive head as if to clear its vision. "How dare you take a swipe at me! You better start remembering just who you're dealing with, Kevin, or I'll add a black eye to that busted nose!"

The large beast stumbled and then crashed to the ground as Kevin regained control of the large beast and changed to his human form. Now on his hands and knees, he was breathing hard and blood poured from his broken nose. He lifted his head and tried to smile at the stunned woman. "Can I please stop now? After all, it's supposed to be my wedding day."

Kristine watched as her friend slumped to the ground. She knelt down, lifted his upper body onto her lap, and brushed his matted hair out of his face. When she heard a moan from the other side of the cave, she jerked her head up and looked at the pregnant woman against the wall. "Adam, go help, Laura and make sure she's alright."

Kevin looked up into the warm eyes of his dear friend. "I'm sorry, Kristine, I tried my hardest to get control of him again." The Navy SEAL moaned as he touched his face. "I think you broke my nose. I guess I deserved that."

Kristine kissed his forehead and chuckled. "If it's any consolation, I -- know -- I broke my hand; you thick headed werewolf."

Kevin laughed, just for a moment, then his werewolf senses picked up an approaching human. He didn't know if it was friend or foe as he struggled to raise himself up on one hand. "Adam -- ugh -- someone's -- coming."




The Chosen One Ch. 10



Adam Dawson stroked a small strand of hair out of Laura's face and moved to where he was positioned between her and the entrance to the cave. He brought the Desert Eagle up and waited for the intruder. When he saw the blonde woman from the pub stop and sweep the room with her Glock, he took aim. "Name, now Lady, or I blow your breast bone through your spine!"

The blonde-haired woman shot her hands up in a defenseless gesture and looked around the cave. The amount of blood and torn flesh made her want to throw up as she quickly turned to the Navy SEAL. "Hold your fire, Commander. Carter, Julie Carter, I'm with the CIA. Neal Hawkins sent me to watch over you guys."

Adam lowered his weapon and bowed his head. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He raised his head and frowned at the operative. "One, the fireworks are already over, Carter. Two, remind me to tell Neil that you suck at your job."

The agent placed her weapon in the back of her pants and moved cautiously into the cave. From what she could see, very few places didn't have either blood or pieces of flesh covering it. "Holy Mother of God, what the hell happened here?"

Kevin chuckled and looked at the stunned woman. "We found Nadia Karpov and decided to interrogate her."

Julie looked at the SEAL as he wiped blood from below his nose. "Did she give up any useful information?" The woman had an excited look in her eyes.

Kristine looked around the room as she listened to the laughing men who she loved with all her heart. She couldn't help but giggle as she turned her vision to the CIA agent. "Yep, she spilled her guts." Two Navy SEALs, one of them very tired, laughed aloud as they stared at the puzzled woman.

It took a few moments for the group to regain the strength to walk back up the stone stairway leading to the castle. In front of the two SEALs and their wives, Carter had her weapon trained in front of her as she stepped through the shredded painting.

The next pair to exit were Adam and Kevin as the tired human-formed werewolf hung onto his friend for support. Kevin moaned as he looked at the destroyed artwork. When Adam led him down the hall, he noticed the shattered table and platter strewn across the floor. "I was feeling sorry for the bitch, but now that I see what she did up here, she got what she deserved."

Laura was hanging onto Kristine as she too got a glimpse of the damage artifacts. "Look what she did to my things, Kristine! What are going to tell, Elaina?"

"I don't know, sweetie, but I'm pretty sure lying will be involved."

Adam assisted his friend to the antique sofa, and then moved out of the way as Kristine did the same with her charge. The newlyweds kissed each other softly and then Laura laid her head on Kevin's shoulder.

Adam smiled at the two lovebirds as they held each other. "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm gonna open a bottle of the good wine and take the edge off my nerves."

Julie Carter returned to the study after checking the rest of the downstairs. "I wouldn't advise that, Commander. I'll need an after action report from all of you. Neil Hawkins will want to read them ASAP."

All at once, the small group shot the pushy operative a stone cold glare as if she had just lost her mind. The now nervous woman backed up a few steps. "I -- um -- I guess he can wait a few days."

One week later, Predjama Castle, Predjama, Slovenia.

Kristine and Laura descended the large staircase. With her right hand in a cast, Kristine could only carry the large platter they decided to use as a replacement for the one Nadia broke. Laura on the other hand, cradled another crystal decanter as if it were her newborn baby.

When they reached the bottom, Kristine saw Adam and Kevin finishing up with hanging a new painting to conceal the entrance to the lower caves. When Kevin turned to look at her, she felt remorse at the fact that he still had remnants of two black eyes. "I still feel bad that I broke your nose, Kevin."

Kevin chuckled as he shut the painting. "I tell you what, Kristine. Every time you start to feel bad about my nose, you just look at that cast. I think I got the better part of that deal, honey."

With the task of redecorating the lower floor complete, the group moved to join Laura in the lower study. As they entered, they saw Laura tilting her head from side to side, studying the decanter. "What do you think, Kevin, a little left or right?"

Kevin glanced at the object on the mantle. "I'd say about an inch to the right, sweetheart."

"Men." Laura shook her head in playful annoyance as she moved the crystal decanter slightly to the left.

The young wolf shrugged his shoulders and moved closer to Adam and Kristine. "I saw a meat market just down the street from Crook's Creek. How about Laura and I take a walk and pick up some steaks for tonight?"

Adam nodded his head in agreement, as a smile caressed his masculine face. "Sounds great! Getting out of the castle for a bit will do you both some good."

Kevin turned to look at his beautiful wife. "Feel like taking a walk, buttercup?"

"Oh I'd love to, my little chocolate drop. Just let me get a coat."

Adam's smile vanished as he leaned forward and pretended to vomit. "I think I'm gonna be ill."

When Laura turned to leave, he sidled over to the decanter. Just before he touched it, a stern female voice rang out through the room. "Move that crystal, Dvorska, and you'll be in the dog house -- literally."

Once the two of them were ready to leave for the town of Predjama, Adam accompanied them to the large front door of the castle. He held Kevin's arm for just a moment and reached into his pocket. "Listen, if you happen to go into the pub, give this to Alina. The CIA guys found this in the discarded clothing." Adam placed two fifty dollar bills and a larger wad of tip money into his friend's hand.

Kevin laughed and placed the money in his pocket. "I'll make sure it gets to the real Alina, Skipper."

Adam watched the two of them walk away from the castle arm in arm. Out of habit, he quickly studied the small group of tourists by the gates. With no visible threat, he shut the door and walked back to the lower study to rejoin his wife.

When he walked in, he froze at the vision before him. His wife, Kristine, was just stepping out of her jeans. Her panty clad lower half and shapely legs caused his cock to twitch and fill with blood. "Um -- got something on your mind, dear?"

Kristine placed her jeans on the antique sofa and then sat down on them. She ran her uninjured hand across the inside of her thigh as she smiled seductively at him. "I've always wanted to do this. Come here you sexy Navy SEAL."

"It's about time you got back to normal. It's been over a week." Adam slowly released the catch on his own jeans and moved slowly toward his aroused wife. After dropping to his knees, he pulled Kristine forward and kissed her deeply. He felt her quiver as he ran his fingertips along the inside of her thigh.

Kristine broke the kiss and placed her lips next to his ear. "Kevin won't be gone long so if you could just take care of me, I'll make sure I repay you tonight."

Adam chuckled as he lowered his mouth to her covered breasts. As he nibbled her concealed bud, he felt her hand pull his head closer. Her lover knew it wouldn't take much to accomplish his task, not in her aroused state.

His fingers ran over the soft panty covered lips of her sex, as his mouth worked its magic on her breast. She moaned in approval as he moved lower down her lithe body. As he neared her slightly thrusting pelvis, he slid his fingers under the silky material of her panties and ran the back of his digits slowly across the now slick lips.

Adam was a little startled when he felt her hand move to the top of his head and push him lower. He took the hint that she was in no mood for foreplay. Her take-charge demeanor was now coming through in her sexual need. "I think someone is a tad bit on the horny side today."

Kristine resisted using her injured hand, as she didn't want to hurt her husband with the cast. "Less talking, more mouth," she moaned as she pushed harder.

"So it's going to be like that is it? Okay, have it your way." Adam's fingers wrapped around the cotton liner of her panties and pulled them roughly to the side. Now that her leaking sex was exposed, he planted his open mouth against it.

When the taste of her female fluid hit his tongue, he moaned in pleasure. The vibrations from his mouth caused Kristine to force her hips up as she slid her good hand to the back of her husband's head. With his tongue sliding around the moist lips, he used his elbows to push her shaking legs further apart.

Kristine looked down at her lover as he pleasured her with his mouth. She saw his shinning eyes looking back at her as his tongue danced against her sex. "Damn, you know how to eat a girl out." She jerked her head back as she felt the fingers slide into her overheated body.

Adam pulled his two fingers out ever so slowly, then when only the tips remained, he pushed in quickly as his lips captured her clit and sucked hard. He could feel the running fluid against his chin as he thrust his thick digits repeatedly.

He wanted her to enjoy her fantasy of having sex while sitting on a 16th century settee so he slipped his thick fingers out of her. Adam began rubbing the now soaked digits around her folds, teasing the sensitive flesh. The smiling husband didn't know if her moans were from disapproval of removing his fingers, or an impending orgasm.

Removing his sucking lips from her clit, he ran his tongue down while he strummed his fingers upward. When he touched the abused bud, he felt her thighs quiver with ecstasy. Adam darted his eyes up and saw that Kristine still had her head laid back while he slid even lower.

The tip of his flicking tongue reached the small area just below her sex and he played with the tight skin. When he grasped her clit between his index finger and thumb, he started to stroke it as if the two digits were jacking her off.

When his flicking wet tongue happened to touch her tight other hole, Kristine whipped her head down and gasped at her husband. She couldn't see his mouth, but his eyes told her he was smiling as he teased her hallowed opening. "You devious man. You wouldn't dare."

While his fingers continued the assault on her clit, he positioned his free thumb near her leaking pussy. When he moved his face down mere inches, his tongue played havoc against her tight back door. The muscular Navy SEAL felt the quiver in her legs quicken.

Adam had done this a few times before and he knew by her actions, she was not far from losing control. When he saw her head thrashing from side to side with her eyes closed tightly, he knew his loving wife was going to cum hard.

He inserted his thick thumb deep into her. He closed his eyes, and in a heated push, inserted the tip of his tongue inside the wrinkled tight opening. As it penetrated her, he released her clit and stroked it quickly.

Adam fought to control her thrusting hips, but he couldn't hold her steady. As she began to slide off the settee, a large blast of fluid hit his forehead. Her forceful ejaculation was followed by another larger one, which soaked his hair and started running down his face.

Kristine's mouth was open, but no sound was coming out as she lost control of her body. The orgasm forced her to forget about anything happening in the outside world, along with her own limitations. Not even a guardian angel could have stopped her from accidently slamming her casted hand into her husband's head in an attempt to hold him.

When Adam felt the bludgeoning effect of the cast, he removed his tongue from her tight little door and screamed into her pussy as he shoved his thumb even deeper. The added vibration caused his wife to release one more explosion of womanly cum directly onto his masculine face.

He wanted to make sure Kristine began to come down from her orgasm, but the searing pain in his head caused him to disengage his attack. When he pulled his face free of her pussy, he slumped to the floor and grabbed his battered skull. When he looked up at his wife, he saw that she was breathing hard and had collapsed to the side of the sofa. "Okay, new rule. No going down on you while you have a cast on your hand."

**********

Kevin and Laura Dvorska walked hand in hand, smiling politely at the tourists strolling around the town. Kevin had his ball cap and sunglasses on because he didn't want the added attention after what he and his wife had been through. He softly squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek. "You okay, sweetie? You seem awfully quiet all of a sudden."

"I'm a little nervous about going into Crook's Creek. I don't know how I'll feel when I see Alina again."

Kevin released his wife's hand and wrapped his powerful arm around her shoulder as they neared the pub. "Nadia is gone, honey. That little girl in there is the real Alina and she wouldn't hurt a fly."

The rightful heir to Predjama castle opened the bat wing doors and held them open for his wife. The pair looked around and found no sign of Alina as Kevin led Laura over to a stool at the bar. After sitting down, he motioned to the chubby man behind the glossy counter.

Brecc Kocbek strode over and tucked the small towel he was cleaning with in his waistband. He smiled at the quests and shook Kevin's hand. "Welcome back. How's the honeymoon so far?" Kocbek looked at the small bandage wrap around Kevin's hand. "From the looks of it, she's working you over pretty good."

Kevin laughed as he released the bartender's hand. "I can honestly say my wife and I will never forget it. How about a beer for me and a bottle of water for her, please?"

Upon returning to the couple with their drinks, the owner gave Kevin a quizzical look. "Since I haven't seen you since the wedding, I was wondering if you knew anything about someone impersonating Alina?"

The newlyweds gave each other with a worried look. Kevin then turned his gaze back to the bartender. "Wow, really? I didn't see her when we came in, I hope she's okay."

Kocbek waived his hand and smiled. "Oh she's fine. I just feel bad for you two because whoever the impersonator was, replaced Alina during your party. We found our Alina, tied to a chair, when she didn't come in for work the day after your party."

Laura leaned forward with concern on her face. "Um -- is she still working here? I mean you didn't fire her or anything did you?"

"Oh no, Miss. I could never replace Alina. She should be coming in shortly if you want to say hi to her."

He went back to his duties as Kevin and Laura sipped on their drinks. A few moments later, the Navy SEAL burst out laughing and turned to his wife. When she looked at him as if he was a bit off, he laughed even harder. "Okay, did I miss the joke somewhere along the line?"

Kevin tried to calm down and get his laughter under control. When it subsided, he took her hand. "I just realized we're sitting at the bar."

The petite, pregnant Mrs. Dvorska looked at her husband with a puzzled look. "Who are you and what did you do with my husband?"

"Don't you get it? My back is to the others in the bar. I don't feel threatened or that I should be on guard for anything." Kevin kept smiling as he picked up his beer and took a long drink.

Laura patted his hand and took a small drink of water. After placing it back on the bar, she giggled slightly. "The only reason you don't feel nervous is because you know you have me to watch your six."

Kevin was going to make a smart comeback when a familiar scent entered the pub. He turned his head and saw Alina moving toward the corner to hang up her coat. He was still looking at her when she turned and locked eyes with him.

Alina saw her friend and his wife and hung her head. She knew she had let him down by not being there for the reception because someone had dressed up like her. The young woman didn't know what to say to the couple, but she managed to find a small bit of courage to approach them and apologize.

Hesitantly, she walked toward them and tried hard not to show her own disappointment. With her eyes still cast down, she reached out her hand to Laura. "I want to say I'm sorry for ruining your reception. There was this girl and she..."

To Kevin's surprise, Laura jumped up and hugged the girl tightly. "Alina, you have nothing to be sorry for, sweetie." Laura then pushed her away and held her at arm's length. "I would consider it a huge honor if you would make me a wedding cake. When you get done making it, you bring it to the castle and we'll have another party."

"Oh thank you, Miss. I will bake you the best wedding cake you have ever had." Alina looked sad again and her eyes began to fill with tears. "The People in town said you all had a very good time that night. Not only did I not get to share that special night with you, but I missed out on earning two days' pay."

Kevin reached into his pocket and pulled out the large stack of cash that had been found in Nadia's clothing after she succumbed to her final fate. As he pulled her hand away from Laura's shoulder, he opened her palm and placed a great deal of money into it. "Then it's a good thing I forgot to tip her that night. My wife and I would like to pay you in advance for the cake and your time."

Alina looked down at the money, and then returned her gaze to the smiling wife of Kevin Dvorska. She looked over her shoulder and found him also smiling at her. Breaking free from Laura, she threw herself onto her muscular friend. As she cried openly, she had a hard time speaking. "I -- the -- how -- oh my..."

Kevin eased the young crying woman away and brushed the tears from her youthful face. "We leave for the states next week. You have until then to make Mrs. Dvorska a wedding cake that she'll remember for the rest of her life."

With her eyes filled with tears, and a renewed sense of self in her heart, she beamed happily at Kevin and then turned to Laura. "How many tiers would you like in your cake, Mrs. Dvorska?"

Kevin touched her shoulder and couldn't help but admire the young woman's resilience. "I need to ask one favor in regards to the cake, Alina."

"Oh anything, Sir."

"Absolutely no apples."

One week later, Adam Dawson's residence, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

Candrea Lacson flipped through the channels on the television. She had her lovely blonde hair fanned out around her soft face as she lay in her lover's lap. She felt Eduardo's hand lightly tap her taut stomach every time a sports show came on the screen. Since she was in no mood to watch football, she stopped on a cooking show and tossed the remote out of his reach.

The Latin male model was going to voice his annoyance when he sensed Jim Gordon walk into the living and sit down in the recliner. He looked over at the American as he tipped his cowboy hat back and took a long pull off the ice-cold beer. "You know Dawson and Dvorska are going to be back soon. If they show up and there is not any beer in the house, you are going to have a fight on your hands."

Jim chuckled and looked at his council member. "Take it easy, hombre; they're not due back until tomorrow. I'll run out and fetch a few cases of cold ones for the walrus boys tonight."

Candrea slowly shifted her head to look at the foolhardy werewolf. "First off stupid, they're SEALs. Second, if you think we have your back when they shove that stupid cowboy hat up your ass, you're sadly mistaken."

Jim let the comment fall to the wayside as he turned his attention to the husky male chef preparing lasagna. When his acute hearing picked up a vehicle entering the driveway, he set his beer down and slowly stood up. "We got company folks. Everyone be on your toes."




The Chosen One Ch. 10



Even though Atsuko was on the back porch, the three other Council of Lycan members braced themselves just in case Nadia was going to try something stupid before the Chosen One returned home.

Jim Gordon cautiously moved toward the window and pulled the curtain slightly back from the wall. He leaned forward so he could check the front of the house, then gasped in surprise. "Oh shit! Time to make like a tumble weed."

Both Candrea and Ed were shocked when their council member fled to the back porch. Walking quickly to the closed drape, she pulled it open and realized why Jim had left in such a hurry. "Come on Eddie, we have to secure the front yard by ourselves. Looks like Kevin and the gang came home early."

The werewolf couple unlocked the door and stepped out onto the front lawn. They both scanned the area as the two Navy SEALs and their wives got out of the cab. As Eduardo went to the rear of the taxi to help with the luggage, he nodded his head toward Kevin. "What happened to your hand?"

Kevin looked at his wrapped hand and then back up to Ed. "I spanked Laura while we were at Predjama. She turned around and bit me," he replied with a smile as he nodded his head toward his wife.

"I guess you need to work on those reflexes you're -- supposed -- to have."

Kevin ignored him and walked his wife toward Candrea. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Adam and Kristine walking next to them. The two couples stood in front of her and were surprised when she reached out and gave Kevin a small hug.

The blonde Australian werewolf released him and then scanned the area once again. "I'm glad it was an uneventful vacation, but I suggest we don't spend too much time outside. I don't think another slight-of-hand trick will work on Nadia again."

Kevin looked over at Adam with a shit-eating grin, and then back to the scanning female. "What do you think, Adam? I mean, we wouldn't want Nadia walking onto your front lawn and starting a fight."

Adam couldn't help but laugh at the sarcasm of the comment. "I hope not, Kev. I really don't want to hurl on my lawn."

"I know I'm a sympathy puker, I'd have to join you," Kristine said as she shivered at the thought of the torn, headless corpse of Nadia Karpov walking toward them.

The two couples left the confused woman standing in front of the house as the tired travelers strode into the Dawson residence. Once the whole group was inside, Kevin sensed Atsuko coming in from the back. The Asian female had a perplexed look on her face.

When Atsuko noticed her charge, she bowed in respect to the three humans and the Chosen One. "Welcome home, my new friends. I pray your stay was a restful one."

Kevin returned the gesture and smiled at the concerned female. "It was Atsuko, well, for the most part is was. Why do you seem so baffled?"

She glanced over at Adam as he headed toward the refrigerator. "A very odd thing just happened. James ran out onto the back porch just as you arrived, but when you came inside, he suddenly jumped over the fence and chased after the taxi as it pulled away."

Adam pulled the glossy white door open and reached in for a few beers. "What the hell? Where's all my beer?"

Kevin chuckled and then smiled at Atsuko. "I think I know where Jim's headed. How about we all sit in the living room and I'll fill everyone in on what happened. I have a feeling your services are no longer required."

Adam slammed the door shut and followed the group. "If that little fucker isn't headed for the store, he's gonna need services -- funeral services."

6 months later, Portsmouth Regional Naval Hospital, Portsmouth, Virginia.

The new birthing rooms on the fifth floor looked more like a living room than a delivery room. The only piece of equipment that even hinted of being a part of a hospital was the tall single bed on wheels and the small monitor next to it.

In one corner of the room, Kristine sat patiently in a large overstuffed recliner. She had her elbows on her knees as she sat forward and tapped her fingertips together. She remembered the nurse, Lorie, had told her and Kevin to act normal during the labor portion. That it was best for the expectant mother to be at ease during this joyous time.

Kevin sat quietly next to the bed as he held his wife's hand. Even though she had asked for medication to help ease the pain of the contractions, he could still feel her squeeze his hand as the moment grew closer. He turned his head and checked the monitor as the vital signs showed another large and sustained contraction. "How are you doing, sweetie? That looks another good one, so we must be getting close."

Laura had her eyes shut as she squeezed his hand tighter. "If you think they're that good, you switch with me and push a watermelon out of your ass. I'll sit there and tell you how great you're doing."

Kristine couldn't help but giggle. "I'd pay to see that, Laura."

Kevin Dvorska was saved from further embarrassment when Nurse Rice entered the birthing room. The cheerful woman, dressed in baby blue scrubs, moved toward the monitor and checked the vital signs. She placed her delicate hand on Kevin's shoulder, and turned to look at the mother-to-be. "Your vitals look good, Laura. How are you holding up so far?"

Laura turned her head toward the voice, her matted black hair clinging to her strained face. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glared at the smiling nurse. "I'm doing just fucking peachy, my husband however is cut off for life. He might need some counseling."

Lorie chuckled at the often-heard remarks made by women during the labor process. "Sounds like you're getting closer. Let me take a look and we'll see if your daughter is ready to join us."

The nurse moved to the foot of the bed and positioned Laura's legs so she could check to see how far she was dilated. With a pleased smile, she noticed she was at ten centimeters, and looked up at the straining woman. "So, what is your daughter's name again?"

"Kiralen - ugh -- Nevanka," she answered through clenched teeth.

"Well, Kiralen is ready for her grand entrance. I know you're going to want to push, but hold off for just a moment while I go get the doctor. Can you do that for me?"

Laura shot her hand out to her best friend and watched as she moved quickly to the bedside. "Kristine, I need a -- ugh -- favor."

"You got it, sweetie."

"Crush Kevin's testicles."

Hiding a smirk, Kristine leaned over combed the moist hair off Laura's face, and kissed her friends forehead. "It's almost over, Laura, just don't push yet."

Mere moments later, an eternity for Laura, the doctor, and a team of highly trained nurses entered the room. While the nurses disassembled the lower half of the bed, the doctor slipped his gown over his body and placed his face shield on his head.

Laura was panting quickly as she tried not to push. She felt Kevin squeeze her hand while Kristine was stroking her hair. She was engulfed with a sense of urgency as she felt her legs lifted up and placed in the stirrups.

Once the doctor was ready, he rolled a small stool over to the bed and sat down. He quickly checked his patient and then looked up at her. "Laura, when you feel the next contraction, go ahead and push until it passes."

Laura took a breath and crunch forward. She didn't mean to hurt Kevin, but began crushing his hand as she pushed with all her might. After a few moments, she inhaled deeply and started panting again.

When the next one hit her, she started the process again as Kevin and Kristine helped the weak woman scrunch up. Laura knew she had to keep holding her breath, although she felt like screaming out for relief. When she fell back once again, she looked down at the doctor. "Anytime you want to help out there, Doc, feel free."

The doctor chuckled. "You're doing a fantastic job Mrs. Dvorska, but I appreciate the offer. A few more pushes and your daughter will join you."

The young wife squeezed her eyes shut and pushed hard. Laura knew as the pain increased, Kiralen was closer to being in her arms. When she couldn't hold it any longer she fell back and sucked in a deep breath.

Suddenly, the doctor placed his fingertips on the baby's head. "Push, Laura, come on, one big push, honey."

Kevin helped his wife sit up. "You're almost there, baby. You can do it, I know you can."

Laura tried, but lost her ability to remain quiet. She cried out as she pushed with all her might. Tears began to run down her cheeks and her legs trembled from the strain. She was about to collapse back again, when suddenly the pain vanished and she heard a high-pitched wail. She wanted to fall back but her eyes remained on the doctor.

Kevin was crying as he too stared at the doctor. When Lorie handed him the surgical shears, he moved toward his new baby girl. A lumped formed in the SEAL's throat as reached over to cut the umbilical cord and saw his daughter's deep blue eyes.

After cutting the cord, he moved back to comfort his wife as the nurses moved Kiralen to an examining table. Kevin kissed his wife's lips and Kristine went to check on her Goddaughter. "She's beautiful, Laura. We have the most beautiful baby girl in the world."

Too exhausted to sit up, she searched her husband's eyes. "Where is she? Where's Kiralen?"

"Hang on for a bit. The nurses are checking her over to see if she's okay."

Laura shifted her head as she saw Kristine rush to her bedside. "Is she okay? What's taking so long?"

Kristine pushed a button on the side of bed and raised Laura to an upright position. "She's more than okay, Laura; ten fingers and ten toes, along with the most stunning blue eyes ever."

A few moments later, Lorie Rice walked next to the bed and placed the bundled Kiralen Nevanka Dvorska in her mother's arms. Nothing could stop Laura's happy tears as she gave her daughter her first kiss. When she turned her head to look at Kevin, his image was blurred as she wept. "Look what we made, sweetie."

"The old fortune teller in Predjama was right, Laura. She's a smaller version of her mother -- stunning."

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It was still dark outside as Kevin heard Kiralen crying out from her crib. Laura heard the beckoning child as well and rolled over on her side so she was facing her husband. After being home for a week now, she was still tired from the experience. "Kevin, our daughter is screaming for her daddy."

"I'm part werewolf and fully aware of our baby. When do you get the night shift again?"

"I'm resting up because your mom arrives tomorrow evening to see her granddaughter. Come on honey, you promised."

Kevin climb out of bed and stumbled over to the crib in the corner of their bedroom. Laura insisted that Kiralen sleep in their room for the first few months before moving her to the nursery in the next room. After picking up his daughter, he held her wailing body protectively as he moved to the living room.

Since the baby was not yet sleeping through the night, Kevin had begun leaving a lamp on low so the sleepy parents could safely navigate through the apartment. Placing his infant daughter on the changing table set against the wall in the living room, he started unsnapping the lower portion of her footed pajamas. Being a new parent made the Navy SEAL wish he could turn his werewolf senses off as the familiar aroma overwhelmed him.

She was still crying as he opened the diaper and scrunched his face. "I don't care what anybody says. There is no way it can be good for you, if comes out smelling like that."

Kevin finished changing Kiralen and moved her to the basinet. He couldn't help but smile as she began sucking at her small fist. He picked up the spare pacifier that was kept in the softly lined bed and placed it in her searching mouth. "Hang in there, sweetie. I'll go whip you up a bottle so you can make it smell bad again."

He was glad that Laura kept a ready supply of breast milk in the refrigerator. He felt that having milk from her mother would build an unbreakable bond between them. After warming up her bottle, he returned to the living room and found his daughter's eyes searching for him.

The new dad set the bottle next to his chair and picked up his daughter. When he was settled in his recliner, he removed the pacifier and placed the nipple of the warmed bottle of milk into Kiralen's seeking mouth. He couldn't help the loving feeling that flooded through him as his daughter gazed at him and placed her tiny hands on the bottle.

While his daughter drank, Kevin reached over for the remote and turned the television on so he could catch the football scores. After finding the sports channel, he put the remote down and relaxed while he cradled her.

Instead of contemplating the scores rolling across the TV screen, the Navy SEAL could have learned more about the future of his young princess had he been observing her. As Kiralen Nevanka Dvorska's tiny mouth sucked away at the bottle, her precious blue eyes flashed to a very bright iridescent gold.

The End.

Well, there it is, all 98,500 words of it. I hope you enjoyed this series and thank you so much for going on this site and reading my work. To all those who have helped me along the way with my craft, I will always be in your debt. Until the next time, enjoy the journey everyone -- you never know where it will lead you.