Howls of Chaos. Gabrielle Boyd
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Название: Howls of Chaos
Автор: Gabrielle Boyd
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Зарубежная фантастика
isbn: 9781612541815
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Mallory was single, but doing the dating thing. She usually finds something wrong with every guy she dates unless he fits her personal standards, which are pretty uptight.
Like I said, Mallory came from a bloodline of money—old money that is. I remember the Yates family from whom she descended. They were a wealthy English family who pretty much ran the town of Chaosville. They lived in town in big antebellum homes and large plantation houses in the country. They played a huge role in local politics. I recall that they owned businesses and held political positions back in early Chaosville history. So did the Wealthies. They mainly owned plantations and were big in the cotton industry. The Collinbelles, on the other hand, were hardworking people, owned no slaves, and farmed their land themselves.
Mallory reminded me of one of her relatives named Helen from back in the eighteen hundreds. They just favored each other in appearance but they didn’t act alike or anything.
Mallory and Mason were total opposites. They always argued about something. Mason was a baseball player, Mallory was on the dance team, and Mallory was wilder than Mason
Mason usually hung out with Garner and a few other guys. He also hung out with Kent Brooks, who was one of the best running backs on the football team at our school and in the state of Alabama. The only reason he didn’t go to a four-year institution is because he didn’t score high enough on the ACT.
Kent was tall, a bit muscular, and twenty-one years old. He had dreadlocks that came down to his shoulders. He was very dark skinned with brown eyes and huge biceps and triceps. Kent also had tattoos all over his arms, his chest, and his back.
Kent was actually a cool guy and was Kanyha’s half-brother. He was a ladies’ man too. He was one of those guys who thought just because he played football he could get any woman he wanted. Maybe this was because girls usually threw themselves at him and would do anything for him. Every now and then, Kent would make a pass at me in class. I couldn’t care less because I have Carlos, and he is man enough for me. Well, wolf enough. Ha!
At times I thought Kent and Mallory had something going on because they flirted so much. Plus, he was always hanging out with Mason like he was trying to get in with the Yates family.
After hanging out with Mallory and the rest of the crew for a while, I decided to stop by the coffee shop and catch up on things with Feraston.
As soon as I got there, I put on an apron and helped Feraston with the customers. The coffee shop was a little busy but not like usual. When things began to slow down at the shop, Feraston explained to me that Zorrin had taken over in the werewolf society and that some of the society had been thinking about getting together to overthrow Zorrin because he is so ruthless. Other werewolves are planning to stick with him and do whatever it takes to keep him in position as one of the top alpha-males.
Meanwhile Carlos had a business lunch with Robby Yates. Mr. Yates is an average man in his late forties who owns quite a few businesses in the county, which include a car dealership, a tobacco store, and a real estate company. Mr. Yates is divorced and enjoys the single life. He usually dates women between the ages of nineteen and twenty-five, which tends to bother Mallory and Mason since they are both nineteen.
Mr. Yates is also somewhat of a show-off. He rides around in his fancy cars and believes that his money can buy anything, and he flaunts it to pick up younger, naive women.
After lunch, Carlos and Mr. Yates also drove around town in his Corvette. He showed Carlos around and even introduced him to some people. It seemed like Carlos had made a new friend. It is weird to me since I am friends with Mr. Yates’s kids.
Later on that night was the town’s fish fry. I got cleaned up, threw on a pair of blue jean shorts, a yellow halter top, and a pair of cowgirl boots. I wore my hair down and curly as usual. My makeup was fresh, and I was ready to go. Feraston was looking sharp as well. She had on a multi-colored halter and denim shorts, but she wore flip flops instead of boots. Carlos spiked his hair and put on a nice button down shirt with blue jeans.
On the way to the fish fry, Carlos gave us three rules to follow: One, do not eat anyone. Two, do not get mad. Three, stay away from silver. Like we didn’t know that already, I thought.
We finally arrived at the fish fry on Main Street in downtown Chaosville. The street was packed and everyone had signs representing their college and high school football teams. There was so much food laid out on tables, but the smell of fresh barbeque ribs and fried catfish especially caught my attention.
There were vendors set up selling all kinds of goods, such as food and T-shirt. There was also a live blues band and people dancing all over the street.
Feraston and I walked on either side of Carlos. Some of the town people stared at us, and we listened to their whispers and conversations. It sounded like some of them were checking us out. Others were curious who we were; they could tell that we weren’t from around here. Some of them recognized Carlos as the new lawyer, and the women were checking him out and whispering to each other that he is so pretty.
I hate it when women check out Carlos, but it makes me fighting mad when they come up and try to throw themselves on him like he is single or something.
“You guys hear all that?” asked Feraston with a big smile on her face.
“Yeah, I hear all that mumbo jumbo,” I said, grabbing Carlos’s hand and holding it in public. This definitely caught some of the women’s attention. They just continued to stare. It would have been nice if I could have read their minds, but I’m not that kind of werewolf.
“Fernandez, over here,” we heard a male voice yell. We all turned around, and there was Sheriff Collinbelle. “How you folks doing this evening?” he asked.
“Wow! He is fine. Isn’t he the . . . ,” said Feraston in a low voice.
“The sheriff,” replied Carlos. We all walked over to where the sheriff was standing. He was standing around with a group of people and some of them were eating. He introduced us to the people he was with and some of the other locals. Two particular individuals that I met that night were Mayor Grant Woodbaum and President Boris Wealthie, the President of Chaosville Community College and a native of Chaosville. President Wealthie is also Caprilla’s grandfather.
Both of these men were in their mid-sixties and held high social statuses within this area. Mayor Woodbaum was a short, stocky man with a head full of gray hair. President Wealthie, on the other hand, was a tall, average man. He looked good for his age and seemed like he took great care of himself.
Sheriff Collinbelle also introduced us to his wife, Barbara, who was a plain Jane with strawberry-blonde hair. I figured she was his high school sweetheart.
Feraston was sort of upset when she noticed he was married. That still did not keep her from looking at him and keeping a conversation with him. When Feraston sees something she likes, she usually gets it. Even if she has to turn it into a werewolf, she will get it eventually.
We were having a good time at the fish fry when I found Mallory, Kanyha, and Hilary. Then the three of us ran into Mason and Caprilla, who were acting like love birds. I introduced my new friends to Carlos and Feraston.
Hilary seemed to be in a bad mood that night though. She and Garner had broken up but Mallory said they do that often and they always СКАЧАТЬ