Enjoy a little snippet of what happens when an Alpha female goes camping:
Monica stepped out of the car and looked around with a scowl.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay in a hotel?” She turned to Fionn. He threw his head back and laughed as she wrinkled her nose in distaste.
“What’s the matter? Does my big bad Alpha bride not like sleeping in the woods?”
“Oh no, sleeping is fine. It’s the lack of plumbing that I don’t care for.” She turned hopefully, banking on Ellen and Annie to have her back. She was disappointed to see Ellen hiding a laugh behind her hand, and Annie enthusiastically grabbing camping gear out of the car as though she knew what do do with it. Given Annie’s hippie-dippie free-spirited lifestyle, that shouldn’t have been surprising. She’d probably gotten some sort of expert merit badge in following the Grateful Dead a few decades ago.
Taking pity on her, Graham leaned in and whispered in her ear. “They have toilets here. Sinks and showers too.”
“Oh thank the Moon.” Monica sighed with relief as they all burst out laughing.
“Monica, when’s the last time you went camping?” Annie asked.
“You know, back in the old days we didn’t ‘Go camping’, we ‘made camp’ and we had to grow or hunt whatever we ate, and try not to be too far from a fresh water source at any given time. We didn’t carry pistols—” She glanced at Fionn’s sidearm in his underarm holster. “—we carried rifles, and even the little girls knew how to shoot. Our first shift couldn’t come fast enough, because only then would we have teeth and claws to defend ourselves if goddess forbid we were caught by a predator—and I’m not necessarily talking about animals–without a gun.”
Monica watched as her companions’ faces drew grim as their imaginations took over where her words left off. Werewolf women on the American frontiers had lived dangerous, brutal lives. Ensconced in her library apartment with its big screen tv, computers, and elevator, Monica seemed a thoroughly modern woman, but underneath, she was still the same little girl who’d slept with a gun and prayed to the moon goddess for her first shift to hurry up and grant her claws and teeth. And then when her mate had died and she became Ghost-wolf she was just a woman in a human’s weak body, alone with no wolf and no gun, her only protection her faith in Sara’s curious instructions to march ever east and not look back.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt! Remember however that United is still an unedited work in progress and this scene may very well change or even be removed from the final story.