S. Yule - Lycan Christmas

Lorent had just lugged what seemed like the fiftieth box of lights from Rindy and Brents basement halfway down the main path that wound through the cabins situated throughout Sanctuary. He set it down next to the other boxes, which were now almost all empty, and watched the others hanging the strings of lights on the evergreen trees that ran along the edge of the dirt trail.

His second Christmas at Sanctuary was quickly approaching, but holidays had never held any special interest to him. In fact, until hed come here, hed not been around people who celebrated holidays, nor had he celebrated them. There hadnt been a reason to observe them, really wasnt now.

That wasnt entirely true. He shook his head and silently berated himself for being such a cynical ass. He had his life, a much better one, and friends, thanks to Sanctuary. That was enough in itself to be celebratory, yet he had trouble finding that joyous, lighthearted vibe that everyone else seemed to radiate. Christmas spirit, as it was referred to. He didnt dislike Christmas.

Christmas in itself was okay. It was the gatherings of people it brought that were hard on him, especially following so closely on the heels of Thanksgiving. He wasnt good with people. Never had been, probably never would be.

He squeezed his eyes shut and stifled a groan. Thanksgiving. It was only a week away. His lungs nearly constricted in the familiar suffocating manner at the thought of a pending get-together. He couldnt deny he liked the food, and in truth liked his new family as well, but he needed to take them in small doses. Unfortunately, nothing was in small doses where the holidays were concerned at Sanctuary. He took a deep breath wondering if this Thanksgiving might be a bit less smothering and overwhelming. He hoped like hell it would be, but doubted it.

He hated the unease he felt around people, and hated even more the wariness that had embedded itself deep into his subconscious, although that same wariness was what had kept him alive when hed been a rogue and running with one dangerous crowd after another.

Over a year ago, Knox Slade had given him a choice between reforming and dying. Hed nearly chosen death. Death was peaceful, and he never understood why people were so afraid of it. Hell, living with the constant shit life threw at you was much harder than the ultimate, eternal calm and quiet death offered. Knox would have given him a swift, somewhat painless death had he chosen that particular path. But while his life had been a complete and utter crapfest, it was his, nonetheless, and the survival instinct in him was strong, always had been, which made sense out of how hed managed to continue breathing as long as he had.

He thought back on the night that had brought him to Sanctuary, the night hed gotten the idiotic idea embedded into his thick skull that he needed a mate. Hed never given much thought to taking a mate before then, but for some reason, the loneliness that had eaten away at him for what seemed like eternity had finally gnawed deep enough to get the best of him.

When hed come across Rose Cantons scent, he hadnt been able to help himself.

Hed never intended to hurt her, but he couldnt have imagined in his wildest dreams the fight shed put up. He grunted, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, remembering exactly how it had felt when Rose had broken it. But those things had turned out to be the least of his worries, for he hadnt counted on Knox Slade, Roses real mate, making an appearance.

When the ancient had gotten his hands on him, hed been prepared to die. The rage hed witnessed on the lycans face had been a humbling experience. Hed been scared shitless, not so much because he was staring death in the face, but because, in all honesty, even after the countless horrifying things hed observed through the years, he had never seen a more terrifying sight than the partially changed dominant male protecting his mate.

That night had brought an avalanche of changes crashing down on him, and in whole, he was satisfied with themfor the most part.

Hed been homeless since he was ten years oldnot that the outcasts hed been raised with would be considered family material by any sane personand had fallen into random rogue packs off and on over the years.

The memories of the things hed witnessed still haunted him, but when hed scented Rose that night, despair had finally gotten the best of him. Every pack hed belonged to, every adult role model hed had up to that point had taught him that he should take what he wanted whenever he wanted it. While hed fought the things hed been told, felt deep down that hurting others was wrong, loneliness had a way of inspiring irrationality.

Hed dreamed of having a woman he could call his own, one who would hold him and love him, not one he had to kidnap and threaten and rape, although rape was something he was not capable of. He wanted a woman who would be kind to him, someone he could share his life with, and when hed come across Roseand God help him but she was beautifulhed let the misguided lessons hed been taught from birth convince him she could be his. He hadnt known until hed come to Sanctuary that those marked with the main scent had a second scent, a mated scent that only a destined mate could smell.

Hed been taught that those with the scent were marked for lycan pleasure, and once hed learned of the mated scent, the guilt had been near crippling. Over the years, hed witnessed the abuse of many women, and even though the urge to aid them had surged in him, hed been helpless.

Scavenging for food and blending with shadows for safety honed skills of evasion not fighting technique, yet he wasnt so sure that excuse made him feel any better. What kind of man did that make him? A coward?

The knowledge that hed witnessed countless marked women robbed of the chance to meet their intended mate gave him nightmares and a forever-burdened heart. And the thought that the same fate might have befallen the one woman in the world who could possibly love him, accept him for whom and what he was, made him wish at times that Knox Slade hadnt given him a choice about dying.

Bubbly laughter jerked him from his dismal thoughts, and his attention was drawn to Rindy, Brents mate. She was a tiny thing, barely five foot tall, with blonde hair nearly the color of wheat, and clear gray eyes. The ancient was nearly twice the size of Rindy, but he handled her as if she were fragile glass. Lorent smiled when Brent picked her up by the waist and held her up to a fir tree so she could string some lights on the branches toward the top.

Rindy and Brents property butted up against Anthonys and Karens

another ancient and his mateproperty. Those two properties combined made up the hundreds of acres called Sanctuary.

Hey, Lorent. You decorating your place this year?

Lorent, lost in his memories, wallowing in his guilt, sucked in a startled gasp. He should have noticed Shannons approach much sooner. Great.

Havent you learned by now that distraction is the number one thing that can get you killed? Not that he feared for his lifeonly his sanityfrom Shannon, but another situation and a wandering mind could cost him dearly.

Shannon Levy was the only unmated girl who lived at Sanctuary. He had participated in her rescue from rogues five months earlier. Fortunately, theyd gotten to her before any real harm had been done, and he considered her rescue the first real step in making up some ground for past sins.

Shannon was twenty, five years younger than him, and was pretty enough with her slim, tall frame, dark skin, pert mouth, turned-up nose, blue eyes, and long brown hair. While he found her to be nice, she made him a bit uncomfortable at times with her overly