Georgie dubbed it Wolf Town her first week of captivity.  The actual name of the isolated township she had been brought to and dumped after her kidnapping was Prospect Falls, Colorado, but that didn't have a sinister enough vibe to it.    When she had woken up in this strange place after her abduction her imagination had supplied her with all kinds of atrocities to be visited on her person.  By her second week most of her fear had turned to confusion and she had to force herself daily to remember that these people were keeping her prisoner.  By her third week they all treated her like an honored guest.  So much so she was having trouble keeping up her walls against a few of them.

Most notably Patrice, the pretty forty something, brown haired, brown eyed woman who had taken her under her wing and whose house she had been dumped at and deserted.  Not that she was bitter or anything, but why would a man kidnap a woman off the streets of San Francisco and then just forget she existed as soon as he had her dropped off hundreds of miles from her home?  It made no sense; he made no sense, and no one would talk about him, not to her, other than to tell her that Cooper Hayes was their First and as such had their loyalty, no matter what. 

Even Patrice, who was like everyone’s favorite Auntie, if the children congregating around her were any indication, refused to gainsay him.  He had told her and her handsome husband Phillip to keep Georgiana, and that was exactly what they did.  No matter how Georgie threatened or pleaded. 

Her answer to everything seemed to be food.  Her uninvited and trapped guest throws a fit because she wants to go home, make her a chocolate cake.  She tries to escape into the surrounding wildlife preserve and nearly gets eaten by wolves for her trouble, make her apple pie.

Of course, nothing said she had to eat the offerings but after Patrice's light haired, green eyed husband with his calm eyes and well-muscled arms had saved her from the angry wolf staring her down in the forest and very politely directed her back to the cabin she had been frustrated and coming down from an adrenaline rush of epic proportions. 

Georgie had forgone the dainty table set up in the warm kitchen with its flowered china plates, tea pot and wedge of pie waiting for her.  She did not even look at Patrice who waited by the table looking both sympathetic and worried.  Georgie had walked by, grabbed the pie tin where the whole apple pie sat, minus the one piece already served up and waiting for her, and taken the whole tin of fresh baked pie and walked right on by without a word.  Then slammed the door in both Patrice and Phillips face's.  Probably not her finest moment all the way around.

Nothing about her captivity made sense, if she could call it captivity seeing as no one bothered to lock her away.  But then no one had to, they just locked up the vehicles, and the high gate across the only accessible road to civilization.  That was all it took seeing as how their homes seemed to be situated smack dab in the middle of a wolf wilderness preserve.  About a thousand acres of protected forest surrounded the small town of Prospect Falls, and the wolves roamed freely over all of it.  Including the town proper, hence the name "Wolf Town."

The first time she had seen the wolf puppies playing among the little kids she had been, first scared out of her mind someone was going to get hurt, and then awed by the sight.  Then scared all over again when she saw the great big adult beasts watching from the trees.

She was still trying to decide if it was more likely they were all mutants of some kind with an affinity to wolves, or if magic was real here and Cooper Hayes was some type of dark wizard with powers of the mind.  Again, that could just be her, but she could not dispute that the man took up an obscene amount of her waking and dreaming thoughts.  Magic was the most comforting reason she could come up with for the power he seemed to have over her.  Nothing else she could think of would explain that first meeting in San Francisco.

It was certainly beautiful enough here to be called magical, Georgie thought pulling her mind from her thoughts of the last few weeks and looking around at the nearly untouched wilderness surrounding her ‘prison’ cabin.  The crisp mountain air held just the smallest bite that promised winter on the way, and with night falling it was even more pronounced.  So much so that she bundled the oversized wool sweater Patrice had given her closer to her body. 

She had put on her own clothes today; the cashmere and jeans were a comfort even if they were a little lite for fall in the Colorado Rockies.  The wool sweater she wore over the top of it kept her nostalgia from giving her hypothermia.  For now it was sufficient cover for her to sit as she was on the lovely porch of Patrice and Phillips two story cabin. 

From here she could see nothing but trees and the idyllic bubbling brook that flowed through the town of Prospect Falls.  She knew there were a good forty houses scattered among the trees on this mountain but only because Patrice had told her when she asked.  She wandered as often as she could, trying to find a way to, if not escape, at least understand what she had fallen into.  The people laughing and eating together as the children played around them was not what she expected to find, but it seemed clear that while many of the people living on the mountain left each morning to work somewhere else, many stayed behind to care for the children and patrol the property.

"Georgie," Patrice called from behind her.  Forced from her thoughts Georgie turned to see Phillip trying to close the cabin door with his arms full of pots.  Patrice held what Georgie knew to be a chocolate cake and two apple pies, along with a box of chocolate chip cookies Georgie had helped bake out of sheer boredom earlier in the day. 

She jumped up from her place on the steps to grab a pot from the struggling Phillip and he gave her a grateful smile, shuffling things around and pulling the door closed.  Again, she was struck by how normal and handsome he seemed.  He was not a big talker was Phillip, but he looked at his pretty wife like she was the start and end of everything and he had been nothing but courteous to Georgie the entire length of her captivity, regardless of what she said and did, and that first week, she did plenty. 

Sometimes she still wanted to rail at both him and Patrice for what they were doing keeping her against her will, but she liked them, despite herself, and while she occasionally still made snarky comments, and was always looking for the moment of her escape, making trouble for Patrice and Phillip once she got to know them had been beyond her. 

Damn you apple pie, she thought, smelling the cinnamon and sugar wafting from Patrice's arms.  Georgie shook her head and laughed at herself just a little.  But between Patrice's obvious good heart and the baked goods, she had not stood a chance.  If I had still been a child in the foster care system when I was kidnapped and brought here I would have thought I had died and gone to heaven.  Georgie shook her head at her own thoughts.  That her present cage came with perks like beautiful pristine mountain air, the smell of pine and people like Patrice and Phillip did not make it any less a cage.  She really needed to remember that.

"I'm so glad you finally agreed to come to dinner with the clan," Patrice said for about the hundredth time since Georgie had agreed to go to the communal dinner with them.  She had stubbornly refused the First's orders that she was to attend for the last three weeks and since the man had been "away" no one had been willing to drag her kicking and screaming.  But today she decided she had more to gain looking her enemies in the eye, as opposed to staying out of sight.  What she did not expect when she followed the two of them through the woods to a large outdoor picnic area, was a hootenanny.  Complete with a bonfire, lights strung like stars among the trees and what looked like the whole town milling about, laughing and talking while children of all ages scampered around them.  And if Georgie was not imagining it all, every single person was young, fit and attractive. 

Placing the pot she was carrying among the mountains of food already present, Georgie was just trying to take it all in, and trying not to let her imagination get away from her.  Surely there was a better explanation for a town of perfectly toned bodies than alien invasion?  Maybe something in the water?  Though that was probably not it since she had been drinking it for weeks and still looked the same.

One of the pretty people in particular, a young barely out of high school Lolita with platinum blond hair and legs that went on for miles ending at a perfect skinny ass in short shorts (in September? Really?) noticed her and glared.   That girl/woman flashed a whole lot of impressive cleavage, angry eyes and a smile that was more like a snarl at Georgie before giving her a blatant once over and sneering.

"This is who Cooper brought back from the coast?"  She sounded both disgusted and angry when she said it.  The whole forest went quiet, even the wolves that she could see patrolling the edge of the tree line stopped what they were doing and looked at Georgie.

Awesome.

Georgie did not miss the use of Cooper's first name either.  Everyone else she had met called him "The First," or Sir.  But not this young woman with her lithe body, perfect golden skin and baby blue eyes.  It made sense when she thought about it though.  Cooper Hayes was the sexiest psycho she had ever seen, of course he would have a beautiful girlfriend.  Still, as gorgeous as the blond girl was she seemed a tad young for the scary man that had left such a big impression on Georgie in so short an amount of time.  But it did reinforce her thoughts that he had grabbed her for something besides the obvious reason a man grabs a woman off the street.

"I'm not exactly thrilled about it myself," she said mildly enough back without voicing any of that.

The girl sneered.  "All anyone talks about is you."  She looked Georgie over one more time.  "You're not even that pretty," she said snidely. "And you're fat."

There was more than one gasp among the people listening so avidly.  Phillip and Patrice had both moved forward to flank her and a big burly lumberjack looking man who looked to top even the massive Cooper Hayes in size, with a beard and cold grey eyes had grabbed the girl and pulled her away from Georgie with a near snarl on his lips.  More than one person started speaking at the girl when she scoffed, seeming unperturbed by the big man’s snarl or grip.  "What?  She's..."

The man shook her before she could finish what she was saying, and she stopped talking looking finally a little worriedly into that scary bearded face practically snarling down at her.  Georgie did not intend to do it, but she managed to diffuse the situation without meaning too.  She started to laugh.

She started to laugh and couldn't stop for a good five minutes.  Real honest to goodness belly laughs that had her bent over and holding her thighs as she released tension that had been building for the week since she had been taken. 

After everything that had happened, if mean-girl Barbie thought she was going to upset her with the idea she was not pretty enough for their twisted kidnapping leader she was even dumber than she sounded.  As far as she was concerned "Cooper" could have any one of the numerous beautiful women in the glade, but most especially the young brazen looking hussy that looked as if she believed that looks were the beginning and the end for a woman.  They deserved each other.  When she finally managed to straighten back up and wipe the tears from her face she smiled at the confused girl.  "Thanks.  I needed that."

Everyone was staring at her but the big bearded giant busy scolding the young girl/woman.  He passed the girl forcefully behind his back and stood to his full height that had to top six feet seven at least.  "You'll excuse my niece.  She knows nothing of what she speaks."  The rocky deep voice matched the package and Georgie blinked at the appreciative way the big bear of a man looked her over.  "She hasn't realized that a smart man prefers a real woman with real curves to a little girl."

Georgie knew her eyes had widened but she was not imagining the interest in his brown eyes or the fact that under all that dark sexy hair was an equally sexy man.

"I'm Justin," he said, his big paw of a hand out.  She placed her much smaller hand into his before she could think better of it.  He squeezed once and then released her speaking before she could.  "And you are Cooper's Georgiana?"

"Just Georgie," she finally said, not liking the title or the connotations of it.  "Cooper is just the psycho stranger who kidnapped me and stashed me on top of a mountain with the eternally young and pretty people."

At her words the whole glade of picnic tables and barbecue pits went still.  Then Justin laughed.  A big booming laugh that was nearly as sexy as his voice.  She wasn't sure but from the way people were looking at him in surprise Georgie got the feeling that was not a usual occurrence. 

He finally shook his big shaggy head and winked at her.  "I'd love to think you are right darlin', for my own sake, but whatever Stacia thinks in that vain head of hers our First is no fool, and that mark on your neck proves it."

Without thinking Georgie put her hand over the mark Cooper Hayes teeth had left where her neck met her shoulder.  The heavy sweater had shifted to the side and she felt the teeth marks under her hand rather than wool.  Shit.

Every eye in the glade went to the hand covering her neck.  Stacia, the sex kitten gasped and tried to lunge for Georgie with her hands outreached and teeth bared.  Her uncle caught her with an oath and held her back while she hissed and growled like a demented person.  Everyone in their vicinity stepped between them, as if they would protect Georgie from the snarling girl. 

What.The.Hell? 

After that she could no longer see what was happening beyond the bodies blocking her way, but she could hear just fine.

"What are you doin' girl?"  Justin growled, over the snarls and snapping that sounded like a she bitch from hell was loose in the glade.  "You know what The First will do to you if you harm his intended?"

His intended?  'What the hell' was too mild for that one.  Even as she thought it though, Georgie decided she really didn't want to know.  She backed up and walked away from the Glade while everyone else was distracted.  She didn’t realize she’d been followed until she heard a sound and turned to see wolf cubs shooting every which way to find cover when she suddenly turned.  It was not the first time it had happened, so it wasn't really a surprise, what did surprise her were the children scampering around among the greens.  Up until that point only the wolf cubs had come around.  She had seen the children out and about, but only at a distance and always with an adult or two in tow.

"You don't have to hide," she finally said exasperated.  "I'm not going to bite."

One little brown-haired boy that looked like he had been dipped in barbecue sauce and dirt came forward slowly, holding out the rock in his hand.  "You want to see?"

It had her blinking.  He could not have been more than six or seven, and a whole passel of kids seemed to follow ranging in ages from four to twelve at his back.  She opened her mouth to send them on their way, then she closed it again.  She couldn't do it.  Whatever their parents were involved in, there was no way she could rebuke a child.  So, she laughed and shook her head at her own weakness, then motioned them forward with a sigh and a smile.  "Sure, what have you got?"