Artifice of Strength

Completed.

Artifice is the tale of Florence and her search for love and a place within her pack. As the first female Beta werewolf in recorded history, she was lost in her loneliness and searching for something... anything to fill the hollow spot within her life. She'd fought hard to achieve her goals, but success had begun to taste like ash.

An excerpt...

Quickly shifting back into her human form, Florence rifled through the packs and found that the men had brought her a pair of hiking boots with pink neon laces, a pair of pink Daisy Duke shorts, white frilly socks, and a white cropped tee-shirt with a logo that said, 'I do it doggy-style'.

Her head snapped around to growl at John, but he studiously ignored her gaze, as did the two older Betas-- though these two didn't work as hard to hide their smirks.

Yanking these clothes on to her sweaty body, she wondered, once again, why she had worked so hard to impress these three idiots, as the men were unrelenting in their efforts to annoy her- never giving her a moment of peace. Not wanting to dwell on this, she swallowed her irritation with her Alpha and instead focused on work, calmly reporting the conversation of the two humans.

"Sorry about the clothes Flo, err... Florence. We couldn't resist, umm... I mean that... all we could find were Beth's clothes."

"Tell me again why it's wrong to kill one's Alpha," she snapped back sourly.

"Because I need to go talk to those two humans," he grinned while all four wolves finished dressing. "Play the part of my girlfriend; try to look a bit vacant so they'll ignore you as a threat."

"Wearing Beth's clothes, that should be easy," she snapped again.

Sam chuckled and said, "See John, I told you... camouflage, it works every time!"

"I will get even with you two if it takes a couple of centuries," Florence growled in response.

"See Tom, I told you that she would be thankful!"