Crush on an Alpha wolf: Interview with Aidan Bloodlocke

Updated: Apr 6, 2020



Sooo, I’m not big on the great outdoors. Needless to say, the forest gives me the willies after years of hearing too many ghost stories. However, when Aidan accepted my invite to interview him at his home, ghosts or not, I was willing to brave it to chat with him. Deep in the woods in an obscure part of Maine, I find my way to the colony of bungalows where the Bloodlocke pack lived. I freaked out when my GPS signal disappeared a few times, but finally pulling in, driving past the quaint cabin-style bungalows and men working on their bikes, I knew I’d made it. Bikes were to Aristans as a cowboy was to his horse.  It was almost scripture to be together.


Per Aidan’s email, I sat down outside on the little deck behind his bungalow.  The smell of the pine trees and burning wood from the fire pits warded off the woodland bugs, but also reminded me of a backyard barbeque.  The roar of a motorcycle engine close by rumbled loud then suddenly silenced.  Curious, I got up from my seat and stepped over to the side gate. And there was Aidan, stepping off his bike heading over to me. He moved like he didn’t have a care in the world. Long, smooth strides towards me like he was in a music video, my breath caught in my throat as his gorgeous mouth curved into a welcoming smile.

“Hello Kharma,” he finally spoke, taking off his aviators to reveal stark green eyes. “Sorry, I’m late.” He opened the gate that separated us and united us in a hug.  I swear, this guy gave some of the greatest hugs!


His tight, welcoming embrace sent a rush of endorphins that felt a lot like a deep sigh of relief. Releasing him I grinned. “No worries at all. Thanks for having me over.” I sat back down in my seat, watching him quietly sit across from me. He set his backpack next to his feet and looked around.


“Can I get you anything?  Water?”


I cleared my throat, realizing I didn’t bring my water from the car.  “Um, actually water would be great. I’m pretty chatty and will run my mouth dry I’m sure.”


His bright green eyes flickered with amusement as he stood up to his tall, intimidating frame. “No trouble at all.  I’ll be right back.”


I watched his swagger as he went through the back door and fanned myself.  And yes, it was hot outside, but no, that wasn’t the reason I was fanning if you catch my drift (and I think you do). He didn’t let me wait long as before I had time to let my imagination go to fantasyland, I heard the sliding door open. I sat up as Aidan strode towards me with two frosty, wet bottles of water in his hand.


“Here you go, Miss Kelley.” Handing one to me, I let the cold water drip onto my thigh as a welcome comfort from the heat.


“Thank you!” I replied wasting no time opening the top and taking a sip. The ice-cold liquid soothed my throat and instinctively made me smack my lips. “Ahh.”


Aidan laughed at my overdramatization of feeling refreshed as I pulled out my phone and got it situated to record our session.


“So, my readers would love to know more about you, but first, please tell us more about your world. What is the difference between a ShadowShifter and a werewolf? Or is there even a difference?”


He sat down his lips a flat line. “I think the term werewolf has been used too loosely these days, but in the old days, but the breakdown of the word is ‘were’ meaning ‘man’ and wolf.  We are humans with the power and soul of a wolf, so perhaps the term could work.”


“Well, you’re not what comes to mind when I think American Werewolf in London or that show, uh, Bitten.


He scoffed, shaking his head. “Gees. Maddie loves that show. She keeps asking me questions around it.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his angst clearly for Maddie's taste in television shows. Finally, he returned to my subject. “Well, probably not. We are different because unlike those creatures, we can change into different stages of a wolf. Depending on my strength, I can turn some of my body into a wolf, or completely.”


I nodded as his explanation made sense. “So basically you can either be the creature from American Werewolf in London or Bitten, correct?"


He smiled. “Exactly. I can change at will.”


I suddenly felt giddy with sweaty palms, trying to be bold in my request. “Could you please change for us?” I quickly waved my hand, afraid he would fully turn in front of me. “Just a small change!”


Aidan raised an eyebrow, shaking his head at my concern. “Okay. Something small, so I don't frighten Kharma Kelley.”


I blinked. "Huh, what?" I started to shake my head with denial until he tapped his nose.


"I can't sense it. It's fine. I'll keep it small for you." He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. After a moment he opened them to reveal a stark pair of bright amber eyes staring back at me. The eyes of a wolf and they were no less gorgeous as they were absolutely haunting. My breath caught in my throat. “Whoa. That’s really cool.”


As gorgeous as they were, he blinked and they were gone. He cleared his throat and took a sip of water. “Our Thesian counterparts are not so fortunate. They can only change with the full moon. It’s a big disadvantage to them. Especially when fighting.”


“Do you think the feud will ever stop between the Aristans and Thesians?”


He gave a hard sigh. “That’s a hard question.  Would I like the feud to cease? Absolutely.  We’ve lost countless friends and family to these battles." He rubbed the medallion on his neck. “We’ll never see them again until we cross the great halls of the Selene Palace and into Eonce.” He looked up. “But will it stop? It depends on if there’s the belief we can forgive and learn to co-exist. The really sad thing is that we’re really not that different from each other. We believe in packs, family, a mate to love. Children to bore and lives to live.  We love the wolf inside us and crave the moon and the Goddess who made us. In the end, we’re all ShadowShifters.”


I sighed deeply with a nod, understanding exactly what he meant. “Perhaps one day, things will change, with Aristan and Thesian alike fighting for a common future.”

Aidan looked into the flames of the fire pit, then finally to me, a small, hopeful smile. “I look forward to that one day.”


I moved my phone to the arm of the chair as I shifted to get more comfortable.  It was time for my favorite part of the interview. “Okay, now it’s time for you to share a bit more about you, Aidan.  This part of the interview is called Rapid Fire.  I throw you some questions and you answer immediately.  Just say the first thing that comes to mind.”


His brows drew together. “Alright. I think I can do that. Whatever answer comes to mind?”

“Yep. You ready?”


He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “Go for it, xerhmon.”


“The wolf from Little Red Riding Hood...”


He grunted. “Uh-huh.”


“Good guy or Bad guy?” I asked.


Aidan winked. “Misunderstood. He just wanted some goodies.”


My mouth twitched. “Okay. The wolf from The Three Little Pigs: Good guy or Bad guy?”


“Misunderstood. He needed a place to crash.”


I choked on my water. “Looks like someone has a bias, but I’m not saying any names.”

Aidan’s eyes widened into feigned shock. “Who? Me?”


I finally sobered, with eyes narrowed. “MmmHmm.” I looked down for my next question.  “Okay--so what’s your favorite treat to enjoy?”


When all I got was silence, I looked up to see Aidan sporting a little sexy smirk. It was like he was dying to say something wildly inappropriate. “Do you have a PG-13 answer for me, Mr. Bloodlocke?”


He slowly shook his head. “Oh, not at all, Miss Kelley” his eyes blazed with wicked intent. “But I will say that my favorite treat lies in a wondrous valley between--”


With wide eyes, I cleared my throat. “Ohh-kay! Duly noted, loverboy.” I chucked nervously. “Are you a Morning or night person?”


“Definitely a night person. I love the darkness and running through the night.  It’s liberating.”

“What were you like in High School?”


“I don’t think anyone would’ve liked me in those days. I was a real problem child, and hanging with Cam wasn’t any better.  But, he was the only wolf my age that understood me and so we became, for lack of a better term, road dogs. We moved around a lot back then, so school was miserable being the new guy.”


“Yeah, that’s not exactly gonna help you put down roots and be a good student. What about your Beta, Cameron Flanagan? Seems a pretty interesting guy.  He’s a bit mysterious.”

Aidan laughed. “Well, let’s just say that Cam’s a royal pain in the ass. But he has a right to be sometimes.”


“Random question: Any advice for your previous boss?”


He growled low in his throat and I leaned back. “Yes. tell that asshole to sleep with one eye open.”


I couldn’t help but laugh. "Yes sir!"


“Don’t go near that guy, seriously. I wouldn’t want to have to hide his corpse somewhere out in the forest.  He was a creeper and a cheapskate.”


“Here’s one I’ve been dying to ask. What word would you add to the dictionary if you could, what would it mean?”


Aidan tilted his head. “ Funny you should ask that. There’s not a direct translation for it into your language, but it’s called K’yeshuwan. It basically means the power one gains after suffering so much loss.  The human heart is amazingly strong and fragile at the very same time.  That resilience one must have even in the face of so much failure is powerful.  It is believed that the Goddess Arista rewards those who choose the hard road and chooses to fight even in the face of loss. That is K’yeshuwan.”


“I’m gonna need help spelling that later.” I winked. “Describe the perfect kiss in 3 words.”

Aidan looked off as to ponder the question.




“Well, don’t think too long on it,” I warned.


He wet his lips thinking, and my mouth went dry staring. “Soft. Passionate. Possessive.”