Time was running out. The shaman had warned her; the visions
returned night after night; the turning of the hour glass, sand slipping away, dripping
away in dealings of the days, the mere moments she had left. If she didn’t find
the cure, the transformation would be complete in less than 2 weeks. Her human
body would shed forever, and she would forever take on the red-hawks form.
She’d known her fate her whole life, her time had always
been limited, counted, measured. Her clansmen had told her not to worry; she
would be paired, love would ensue. Hawks mate for life; her curse would long be
broken before her 40th year. How could Storm Hawk know or foresee
that while out hunting, her entire clan would be slaughtered by a neighboring
clan. She had been 25.
She spent the next 10 years searching for someone to fill
the emptiness in her soul, to answer questions she sought. She thought she had
found the answer, she thought she had found the one mortal that might break her
of this curse, but even after 2 years she still transformed into her hawk form
night after night.
Now 2 weeks before her 40th year, standing on the
precipice of not only her life but a stony beach, she searched out over the
crashing waves, thinking about the latest … the latest what? Conquest? Fuck?
Hell, she didn’t know what he was. What she did know was how her body responded
to his touch.
She thought back to the previous evening. She had walked
into his bedroom, she felt his presence behind him, but before she could turn,
he blindfolded. He slipped her gown from her shoulders where it easily dropped
to the floor. He huskily whispered in for her to crawl across the bed, sending
shivers down her spine. When she had reached the head board, he grabbed her
ankles and flipped her over in one swift movement. She remembers how she gasped
for air.
After hours of domination, control, heat, every muscle in
her body had ached in sheer pleasure and ecstasy. In her life, no one had
reached her mind, her body, her core. She remember his body pressed so hard
against hers she felt like they would meld together; his mouth so hot, so
sweet. Her nipples were aching in the memories. He hadn’t just fucked her,
right? He had made love, too? No one does that without some kind of passion.
Unfortunately, for both of them, Storm Hawk, and this new
“friend” neither believed in love. Certainly, she didn’t and the transformation
night after night confirmed it. The
clouds were parting and the moon was escaping from its shadowy domain, and she
felt her bones beginning to crack….. Two more week, only two more weeks.
A screech escapes as a red hawk flies over the ocean across
the shadow of the moon.