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October 24, 2018

Werewolves of Wolf-Land and Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

WELCOME TO WOLF-LAND, HOME TO WEREWOLVES, ONCE UPON A TIME — HAVE THEY MIGRATED TO WOLF PEAK TERRITORY? 


RECENTLY SPOTTED DURING *FIND A HALLOWEEN WEREWOLF* NIGHT IN WOLF PEAK 


October-spooky bites, howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Once upon a time, last spring in fact, I began writing a post about a place in Ireland that was once named, Wolfland. Okay, I never got to finish. Certainly not unusual these days, given how my life is currently. 

Anyhoo, that post was a flash-scene story [partially written] inspired by this article: Howling Against the Moon: The Last Wolves of Ireland ~ http://www.ancient-origins.net/news-history-archaeology/howling-against-moon-last-wolves-ireland-005297~ 

Now, fast forward to a COAST TO COAST AM show this October 2018 that featured Paul Sinclair and his research on the Fixton Werewolf, in where? The place known as Wolf-land ~https://www.coasttocoastam.com/show/2018/10/06~ 

HERE’S THE BLURB: 

Origins of Halloween/ Flixton Werewolf

During the latter part of the program, researcher Paul Sinclair reported on accounts of a creature known as the Flixton Werewolf (https://truthproof.webs.com/images). “I’m not here tonight to subscribe to the idea of lycanthropy, however, I do believe something exists, something very real otherwise it would not have been reported and come through over a period of hundreds of years,” Sinclair said. The village of Flixton is built on an ancient archaeological site, and in the 10th century a refuge was constructed there “to protect travelers from an infestation of savage beasts… lest they be devoured,” he explained, adding Flixton was once called Wolf-land.

Sinclair related an account from 1948, when two boys playing on burial mounds near Flixton encountered a creature resembling a dog that was squatting and looking at something in its clawed hands. The beast lifted its head, looked at them, and the boys ran away, he continued, noting the creature did not pursue them. During the 1960s, a farmer from a nearby village was walking along a drainage ditch, opened a gate, and claimed a large clawed hand touched him. “He could see the hand and felt the hand, so there is a physical presence to whatever we’re dealing with,” Sinclair disclosed. In another account from the same decade, two men traveling by motorcycle happened upon a large, hair-covered creature with red eyes. Again, it did not pursue them, Sinclair pointed out. “I honestly believe that we’re seeing a glimpse into some other dimension,” he proposed.

https://www.coasttocoastam.com/show/2018/10/06

PAUL SINCLAIR’S BOOK: truthproof.webs.com

Flixton Werewolf 

WEREWOLF AND THE THREE LITTLE PIGS, A HALLOWEEN PLAY IN WOLF PEAK 


RUNNING THE STREETS AROUND MOONRISE LAKE’S HAUNTED HOUSE 


LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD AND HER WEREWOLF HALLOWEEN-ENTERTAIN THOSE WHO LIVE IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY 


BLACK WEREWOLF, HE’S ON PATROL GUARDING WOLF PEAK TERRITORY 

ONE OF WOLF PEAK’S SUPER-SOLDIER WEREWOLVES 

ELDER FROM WOLF-LAND, HE NOW LIVES IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY 

THIS ICONIC WEREWOLF STATUE STANDS GUARD AT THE HAUNTED HOUSE 


COSTUMED AS LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, THIS WOLF PEAK WITCH IS ATTENDING ONE OF THE HALLOWEEN PARTIES WITH HER WOLF FAMILIAR 


WEREWOLF ART, VERY POPULAR DURING THE HALLOWEEN SEASON 

PORTRAIT OF A SHIFTER WOLFESS FROM WOLF-LAND … SHE LOVES BEING IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY


SHAPESHIFTER WOLF AND HIS FAIRY FRIEND ENJOY A STARRY NIGHT 


OTHER-WORLD SHIFTER WOLF WHO RECENTLY ARRIVED IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY, A FRIENDLY AMBASSADOR FOR HIS PLANET-WORLD … HE’S ENJOYING THE HALLOWEEN CELEBRATIONS  


WEREWOLFESS, SHE ADORES ROAMING THE FORESTS OF WOLF PEAK TERRITORY 


DRESSED TO KILL FOR THE PARKLAND THAT SURROUNDS THE HAUNTED HOUSE … THIS HALLOWEEN TOUR IS ALWAYS FILLED 

ANCIENT IMMORTAL SOLDIER… HE’S A WEREWOLF SHAPESHIFTER, AND ONE OF THE FIERCEST GUARDS WHO WATCHES OVER THE HUGE UNDERGROUND COMPOUND WHERE MOST IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY LIVE, WORK, AND LOVE EACH OTHER  

THE WEREWOLFESS COUNCIL OF WOLF PEAK TERRITORY … A MOONLIT GATHERING FOR THE SEASON OF SAMHAIN 

PORTRAIT OF WOLF PEAK’S VERY OWN SHAMAN WOLF WARRIOR … HE LEADS MYSTICAL CELEBRATIONS DURING HALLOWEEN 

IMAGINE IF YOU’RE AN INTRUDER, OR AN ARMY THAT UNWISELY INVADES WOLF PEAK TERRITORY … YOU COME FACE TO FACE WITH A PROTECTIVE PACK OF BLACK WEREWOLVES … YES, THIS NIGHTMARE LIVES 

AND THIS NIGHTMARE LIVES … FORTUNATELY, THEY’RE PALS WITH DANTE, THE ALPHA WOLF LEADER, OF WOLF PEAK TERRITORY 

ONE OF THE HIDDEN CASTLES IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY … THIS ONE IS THE HOME OF AN ANCIENT WEREWOLF CLAN … THEY OFTEN THROW GREAT BANQUET-PARTIES 

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October 1, 2018

Welcome to Author Kate Hill’s HALLOWEEN Pages from Savanna Kougar

A *SPOOKTACULAR FOR FUN* WITCHY FLIGHT OVER MOONRISE LAKE, MONTANA — THE SMALL BUT GROWING TOWN IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Here’s the list of featured authors and their books. Mine is October 7, 2018. ~ http://www.kate-hill.com ~ 

 
Andi Ramos
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CeeRee Fields
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Cornelia Amiri
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Dulce Dennison
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Eria Ridley
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Harley Wylde
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Heather Hiestand
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Heather Sheldon
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Helen Henderson
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J. Rose Allister
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Janell Michaels
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Jessica Coulter Smith
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Kathy Kulig
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Kenzi Mack
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Leona Bushman
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Lily Vega
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M. Garnet
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Maureen L. Bonatch
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Megan Slayer
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N.J. Walters
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Savanna Kougar
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September 27, 2018

The Warrioresses of Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Warrioress and Her Trusty Wolf Companion Patrol the Borders of Wolf Peak Territory During the Full Moon 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Early Autumn howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

The thick foliage on my tame prairie is dying back faster than usual with the change in seasons. It’s cool Fall weather today, but summery temps ruled for the last week. 

Early afternoon today, an almost half-grown toad was resting in an empty five gallon bucket outside my door, which I use for pet laundry. I had to stare for several long moments to know it was a toadins because little toady was so compact in posture and still, he/she looked like a large stone. But then, I’d asked for a toad visit since I hadn’t seen one for a month or so. So, thanks once again, little toadins. They are so cute! 

KNOCK ON WOOD I finish up the last chapter of a short story I want to submit for an anthology. I am so superstitious, right now, about getting the story done, given all the roadblocks I’ve encountered on just this one small project.  

Autumn Blessings To One and All! 

Super Warrioress and Her Wolf Shapeshifter Mate Run the Forests Protecting All Those Who Live In Wolf Peak Territory 

Celtic Warrioress  and the Fearsome Wolf Who Was Born To Watch Over Her, Run With Her 

Spy Warrioress, She and Her Beloved Wolf Shifter Mate, Dare the Lair of the Evil Ones 

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August 31, 2018

The Ancient of Ancient Days With Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster by Savanna Kougar

A time when Nessie ruled the hearts of many and were known as the Great Water Protectors of the People 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.
 

Late Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Rain has graced my tame prairie, and the temps are lovely and cool now. Summer had returned with a high-humidity vengeance. Yes, the animal adventures continue. 


I like to hang my laundry out and let the sunlight and breezes do the drying. Well, a few days ago, I was late getting it hung up and since there was no rain I decided to leave it outside, along with the large tub I use, which I’d hung socks on to dry. Anyway, since many were dry I just threw them in the tub. Lo and behold, to my complete surprise, after I’d brought the tub inside the house, and got around to the socks… well, beneath them was one of the tiny lizards that have been here since we moved in, some thirteen years ago. 


They’re cute little critters, and not dangerous at all. Poor little thing was scared to death. But I picked up the tub reassuring Little Lizard that he/she was okay and I was returning him/her to the great outdoors. After a bit of talking, Little Lizard calmed right down, and remained calm as I carried the tub outside, then freed him/her. 


Then, almost a week ago, I trekked down to my rural mailbox, and as I turned toward it, I spied the back end of some brown furry critter that had a rather busy tail. Given it was much larger than a mouse–which sometimes inhabits my mailbox–anyway this creature was so darn fast I couldn’t see it fully as it dived beneath the foliage in the ditch. In moments, at a fast and furious speed, it circled around the mailbox running desperately into the ditch’s water pipe beneath my gravel drive. 


I barely saw the full critter and had no clue what it was…however, a bit of research on the internet and voila! I have a groundhog or what is also called a woodchuck… Yep, brown-furry critter did look like the infamous Punxsutawney Phil 

Groundhog Day

Popular Tradition

Groundhog Day

Groundhog Day is a popular tradition celebrated in the United States and Canada on February 2. It derives from the Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if a groundhog emerging from its burrow on this day sees a shadow due to clear weather, it will retreat to its den and winter …

 

The Ancient of Ancient Days 

With Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster 

 

Once upon a  time, the great beast now affectionately called Nessie was a dear and beloved pet-guardian to many in those ancient of ancient days. Yes, hard to believe. Yet, so much of our real history has been lost to entertaining myths — to the mists of an ancient epoch which has become mere fantastical and magickal legends. This includes Nessie’s story.  

However, many types of Nessies, both shapeshifters and beasts, have made their home in the water cave system beneath Wolf Peak Territory. 


A moonlight ride with the Water Dragon Nessie. An invisibility spell by one of the witches of Wolf Peak Territory comes in handy. 


The Nessies are particularly fond of girls and women, and were originally bred-created to protect female humans of the highest psychic-spiritual abilities. 


The Nessies were fearsome enemies of any monstrous sea creature who dared attempt an attack on their human friends. 


From an early age children were encouraged to ride and befriend young Nessies. Treats were always offered. Nessies particularly adored yellow-golden apples. 

 

On a ride through the magickal lands where fairies flit happily, and where dragonflies dance in the crystalline air. 


Often a besotted man would speak with a Dragon-Guardian Nessie about how to woo the woman he fiercely protected. 

NOTE: Yes ***KNOCK ON WOOD*** I am penning a short story sci fi erotic romance to submit for the antho featured on my last blog. 

NESSIE LIVES… 

https://www.coasttocoastam.com/article/canadian-tourist-has-curiously-timed-nessie-sighting

Canadian Tourist Has Curiously-Timed Nessie Sighting

Canadian Tourist Has Curiously-Timed Nessie Sighting

By Tim Binnall

A Canadian woman visiting Loch Ness with her family became the latest witness to snap a picture of what may be the site’s legendary ‘monster.’ The ironically-named Lynn Locke was vacationing in Scotland with her husband and daughter when the trio decided to spend a few days at Loch Ness. While they were there, she spotted a strange anomaly about 150 feet from shore.

“I noticed something moving in the water, with trails of bubbles leading up to it,” she told a Scottishnewspaper, “it went under the water a couple of times and reappeared.” Having long heard tales of the Loch Ness Monster, Locke decided to snap a few photos of the oddity to document the weird sighting. Although her family was skeptical that she’d really seen the famed cryptid, Locke was more open-minded and mused, “I do think I saw Nessie – maybe the tail.”

What makes her encounter particularly intriguing is that it actually occurred on the very same day that a schoolgirl happened to also spot something strange in the waters of Loch Ness and snapped a picturethat has been hailed as the ‘best photo’ of the creature in years. The distance between the two sightings measured about 12 miles and the time between the encounters was only a few hours, suggesting that perhaps the two witnesses had actually seen the same thing that day. What exactly they may have seen, of course, remains a matter of speculation.

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August 6, 2018

***KNOCK ON WOOD*** SciFi Erotic Romance Anthology by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Summery howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, I have simply not had the time and energy to blog as an author. Sad, but all too true. 

Life on my tame prairie, yep, lots of tales including some visitations by adorable tiny toadies. And I see many, very cute half-grown bunnies during my half-mile trek down to the mailbox. Of course, I don’t have time to share. My apologies. 

After days of humidity-hell weather, the temps cooled and it’s been quite pleasant for several weeks now. Am I ever grateful! Today was hotter, but not humid-miserable. 

Okay, the good news ***KNOCK ON WOOD***  is that I have been writing a SciFi erotic romance, several stories actually… and I just MIGHT get one finished and be able to submit the story for a promo-type anthology… info below: 

Editor: Delilah Devlin

Deadline: November 15, 2018

STRANDED is open to all authors.

Editor/Author Delilah Devlin (me!) is looking for stories for a romantic erotica anthology tentatively entitled STRANDED:  A BOYS BEHAVING BADLY ANTHOLOGY.

Why write a short story for this collection? Well, it’s certainly not about making a lot of money, so why do it at all? I have several thoughts…

Writing a short story for a call for submissions is a chance to flex your writing muscle! It can be a chance to experiment with a genre you’ve never written. If you’ve never written a story in first person but don’t want to begin by writing an entire novel using it, start short! For myself, I’ve written stories in new genres or with fresh themes that ended up being so much fun to write they’ve spawned entire series.

You have a deadline! I don’t know about you, but I have trouble keeping my butt in the chair without one!

It’s a promotional opportunity! If selected, you’ll be joined by 12-15 other authors for the launch, sharing your audiences and, hopefully, picking up new readers along the way. Having your story in the collection is another chance to be “seen.”

And remember, you retain the rights to your story, so you can republish it for individual sale or give it away to attract subscribers to your newsletter. You might even decide there’s more story to tell and expand it into a novel!

Here’s what I’m looking for…

STRANDED: A BOYS BEHAVING BADLY ANTHOLOGY will include stories that satisfy the reader who craves stories about women who find themselves in extremely challenging circumstances—vulnerable to the elements and/or to their rescuers! But don’t create damsels in distress who don’t have an inner core of resolve to save themselves. Heroines must be strong characters, otherwise, how will they attract and capture the love of a strong alpha hero?

I’m eager to work on my next delectable anthology—this one filled with stories about women who find themselves—STRANDED. Your heroine could be a castaway on a desert island, have her car break down in the mountains, be stranded in the ocean while snorkelling, crash land in the jungle or on an uninhabited planet… Don’t limit your imagination to these ideas! Have fun with the concept.

I’m open to any subgenre of erotic romance you want to write. I’ll accept contemporary, historical, science fiction, or paranormal stories, and I won’t be picky about whether the stories are hetero, LGBT, ménage… Basically, you, the author, can go anywhere your imagination takes you so long as 1) the woman is in jeopardy, and 2) the story is a romance, and 3) you have a bad boy somewhere in the pages! Should you write that LGBT story, consider making the couple’s adversary or helpmate a roguish man—because, hey, I’m looking for men who behave badly.

The anthology will be sold at a low price—my intent is exposure for you and your writing. The more readers reached, the better! You will retain the rights to your story, so that, at a later date, you can republish your stories individually.

I’m seeking hot and inventive stories from authors with unique voices, and above all, I’m looking to be seduced by tales filled with vivid imagery and passion.

Published authors with an established world may use that setting for their original short story.

This is erotic romance, so don’t hold back on the heat. Stories can be vanilla or filled with kink, but don’t miss describing the romantic connection between strong-willed individuals learning to trust and love one another. A deep sensuality should linger in every word. Keep in mind there must be a romantic element with a happy-for-now or happy-ever-after ending. Strong plots, engaging characters, and unique twists are the ultimate goal. Please no reprints. I want original stories.

How to submit: Prepare your 2,500 to 5,500 words story in a double-spaced, Arial, 12 point, black font, Word document (.doc or .docx) OR rich text format (.rtf), with pages numbered. Indent the first line of each paragraph half an inch, and double space (regular double spacing; do not add extra lines between paragraphs or do any other irregular spacing). U.S. grammar (double quotation marks around dialogue, etc.) is required.

In your document at the top left of the first page, include your legal name (and pseudonym, if applicable), mailing address, email address, and a 50-words or less bio, written in the third person, and send to boyswhobehavebadlystranded@gmail.com. If you are using a pseudonym, please provide your real name and pseudonym and make it clear which one you’d like to be credited as. Authors may submit up to 2 stories. I will respond no later than December 30, 2018 with decisions.

Payment will be $25.00 USD ninety days after publication at the end of that month.

Who am I?

Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. She has published nearly two hundred stories in multiple genres and lengths, and is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Entangled, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Kindle, Montlake, Penthouse, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

Her short stories have appeared in multiple Cleis Press collections, including Lesbian Cowboys, Girl Crush, Fairy Tale Lust, Lesbian Lust, Passion, Lesbian Cops, Dream Lover, Carnal Machines, Best Erotic Romance (2012), Suite Encounters, Girl Fever, Girls Who Score, Duty and Desire, Best Lesbian Romance of 2013, and On Fire. For Cleis Press, she edited Girls Who Bite, She Shifters, Cowboy Lust, Smokin’ Hot Firemen, High Octane Heroes, Cowboy Heat, Hot Highlanders and Wild Warriors and Sex Objects. She also edited Conquests: An Anthology of Smoldering Viking Romance, Rogues: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology, Blue Collar: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology, and Pirates: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology.

Direct any questions you have regarding your story or the submission process to me at boyswhobehavebadlystranded @gmail.com. 

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June 22, 2018

Summer Solstice At Wolf Peak Territory…The Story of StoneHenge by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Grandfather Shaman Wolf Speaks the Stories of Stonehenge In the Ancient of Days During the Summer Solstice Celebration

Now the Crowds Gather At Stonehenge To Greet and Celebrate the Reign of the Great Sun…In the Beginning the Stonehenge Circle Brought Forth the Magic of Time Travel, of Journeying Amid the Stars … This Accomplished Through a Joining of Natural Forces and Technology 
Once the Giants Roamed This Land…One Race of These Mighty Men and Women Designed and Built Stonehenge. This Was Done With Great Skill, With the Knowledge of the Atlantean Wise Ones
It Was the Mystical and Creative Power of Women, Women Who Stood In Their Tue Spiritual Power…These Sourceresses Activated the Magnificent Energies of Mother Earth Marrying These Sacred Frequencies With the Crystal and Bronze Stargate 
Many Mammoths Were the Personal Pets of the Stonehenge Ancient Ones. They Would Often Assist With the Tasks of This Megalithic Stone-Energy Cosmic Culture 
For a Great Age of Time the Stonehenge Stargate Brought Celestial Families Together Once Again, After the Many Space Wars That Devastated Planets and Entire Solar Systems
The Moon, As a Rescue Starship, Delivered Several Races to Mars, Then To a Earth…Even to Venus. 
During the Genetic-Creation of Animals Upon Earth — After the Second Raging Colossal Flood — the Beloved Unicorns Danced At Many Stargate Sites, and Were Favorites of Visiting OtherWorlders 
Once Upon a Fabulous Age, Stonehenge Lived, a Waystation For Star Travelers, For Those Who Journeyed Through Time, a Sacred Temple of the Feminine and Masculine Joined As ONE…Yes, the Unicorn Remembers and Dreams of That Age, and Believes This Wondrous World Will Be Brought Forth Again — Where ALL Will Dance To the Ever-changing Music of the Starry Cosmos
So Speaks Grandfather Shaman Wolf…  
 
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April 1, 2018

Hoppy Easter, Happy Ostara In Wolf Peak’s Territory by Savanna Kougar

Hoppy Greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

The shapeshifters and supernaturals who live in Wolf Peak Territory are incredibly busy protecting their land, their hidden town. and their immense-in-size subterranean complex — during these evolutionary-revolutionary times. However, here are some images that celebrate life in the Peak at Easter/Ostara time. 

There are many Goddesses and Demi Goddesses of various heritages, dimensions, and eras who have made the Peak their home. It is a time of the Great Ascension Gathering. 

Bunny pets are a favorite of many supernatural races in the Peak. 

Riding the Wild Hare, Transportation For Some. And the Hare Races In Spring Are a Popular Sport. 

The Fairy Children Adore Their Rabbit Friends. 

Yes, There Is a Replica of Stone Henge In Wolf Peak Territory. Beautiful Rituals, Sacred Ceremonies, and All Manner of Celebrations Are Held At This Magickal Circle. 

Recently Arrived, This Early Celtic Goddes Brought Her Bear Protector and Beloved Pet. 

A Descendent of Ostara Loving the Animals. They Are All Safe At Her Home In the Peak. No Predators Allowed.  

Artwork By One of the Peak’s Much Accomplished Artists. 

Another Creative Magickal Work By a Rabbit Shapeshifter Woman Who Is A Well-Loved Artist. 

Dreaming the Natural World Into Existence, the Fae Folk of Wolf Peak Territory 

A Portait of Bunny Love In the Peak 

Have a Magickal Shapeshifting Springtime! 
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February 26, 2018

Year of the Earth Dog … He’s Movin’ In by Savanna Kougar

Belated HAPPY CHINESE YEAR OF THE EARTH DOG, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, I’ve been so topsy-turvy inundated with things that have to be done, that I haven’t been able to post lately. You know celebrate THE DOG, or the year of the dog shapeshifters in Wolf Peak Territory, who are, yes, doin’ a lot of celebrating. 

Years ago I wrote this flash scene starring an Akita dog shifter and the space alien women he rescues… the scene has been updated to the current Wolf Peak Territory timeline. 

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August 30, 2011 

The Big Dog’s Movin’ In 

New Moon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yep, this flash scene is going to the dogs. And I couldn’t even get to the part where Dante hires the hero as one of his top lieutenants at the Pleasure Club. Still, I hope you enjoy. 

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The Big Dog’s Movin’ In 

Not bothering with headlights once dusk melted into night, Daebo relied on his superior eyesight, maneuvering over the backwoods road at a good clip in his trusty all-terrain truck, one he’d hand built. 

Yeah, and it was a new moon night. Darkness fell like a big ole blanket. So, some of his so-called skills were downright handy. Especially, since he’d needed to get out of town fast. 

Hell’s own, he hadn’t even hung around long enough to find out which of the alphabet soup agencies wanted a piece of his large honkin’ ass… or wanted his blood… damn their souls, if they even possessed one… hell, his hair would do. They always pilfered his brushes and combs, and scooped out his shower drain. 

Or, it might have been one of the top criminal organizations he’d pissed off over the years. Like the Yakuza.  

“Now, we’re howlin’.” Daebo cranked up the sound on his old analogue radio. “Shout out bark to Hank, the big dog Williams, Jr… and Daddy Hank.”

I came in last night and I don’t know when.

That woman of mine she wouldn’t let me in.

I said Move it on over. Move it on over.

Move over little dog ’cause the big dog’s movin’ in. 

Daebo rumbled along with the tune, adding, “Synchronicity is out to get me, and lickin’ at my tail-waggin’ butt.” 

She told me once, she told me twice.

I don’t take no gal’s advice.

Pack it on over. Move it on over.

Move over old dog ’cause the new dog’s movin’ in.

“Ain’t got no gal, ain’t got no home now… but, move it on over. This big dog’s movin’ in… somewhere.” Daebo barked a few notes, his inner Akita wanting to come out and play. 

Yeah, he’d have to shift soon. He didn’t want to lose even seconds of morphing speed. Besides, it was the best way to stretch his muscles — a good run over the forest floor. He’d been driving for over twelve hours now. 

She told me not to mess around.

I done let that deal go down.

Slide it on over. Move it on over.

Move over skinny dog ’cause the fat dog’s movin’ in.

“The fat dog needs to relieve himself. Hike his leg on the nearest stump,” Daebo growly sang. Peering deep into the old forest, home of Big Foot, he slowed and scanned for a less dense area where he could keep a watch out for any of his assorted enemies. 

The dog house here is kinda small,

But it’s got good sounds and they’re wall-to-wall.

Get it on over. Move it on over.

Move over Little dog ’cause the new dog’s movin’ in.

“Tired of small cramped apartments…tired of hidin’ my canine nature. This dog’s movin’ on, and movin’ into larger digs.” If he’d had any wrangling experience, Daebo would have looked for work on a ranch. Maybe… except he didn’t want to bring no trouble down on anyone. One reason he always kept to himself these days. 

She crawled back to me on her knees.

But I’m busy ’cause I got new fleas.

Get it on over. Scoot it on over.

Move over old dog ’cause the new dog’s movin’ in.

Seeing a spot with promise, as in not detectable by satellite surveillance, Daebo jerked the steering wheel, not caring about the rocky, uneven ground. His tires weren’t regulation, and didn’t puncture. Plus, he’d built the truck to take this kind of rough treatment with a big ole smile on its huge ole grill. 

“Got no fuckin’ fleas… watch out trees… get it on over, scoot on over, please… this big dog’s coming through ‘cause he needs to pees.” 

Yeah, I came in last night and I don’t know when.

That second wife of mine, she wouldn’t let me in.

I said Move it on over. Scoot it on over.

Move over old dog, the fat dog’s movin’ in.

“Ain’t got no wife now… two Exes down… can’t explain all the movin’ around… arf, arf, can’t explain the men in black on the doorstep… move it one over… scoot it on over… ain’t the marrying kind no more… yeah, the fat dog’s movin’ on.” 

Yeah, move over old dog. The hot dog’s movin’ in. 

Daebo slammed on the brakes. The truck bounced high, then hopped like a giant jackrabbit. Confident in his drivin’ skill, Daebo fought it to a stop. What the…? 

Nope, his eyesight was still good as ever. A woman was trying to stand. Wobbling on her feet, her hand pressed to her head, she braced herself against a tree trunk. Daebo watched her crumple to the ground even as he flung open the door. 

*** 

The last bullets entering her flesh, at the base of her spine and in her temple, had about done Shonna  in. Her nearly indestructible body could heal super fast. However, she’d endured round after round of fire. Unexpectedly. 

Now, she wasn’t able to recover at her usual speed. And, the ‘kill anyone from space’ squad still dogged her trail. She could feel them, each of their energy signatures. True, she’d lost them after her burst into what she called the soundless domain while still in her craft. But, they’d put a tracker satellite beam on her once she abandoned ship. 

Wracked by pain, Shonna stifled a yelp. Her body jerked, then spasmed from her effort to stand. But, noz! She couldn’t stay here like a damn sitting duck, as the American Earthers said. Or, in her case like a severely injured extraterrestrial shapeshifter. 

Shonna gasped out loud. Agonizing pain sliced up her spine. Flushing with the high heat her body used to kill viruses, she tried to rise again. Shaky, she grabbed for the tree’s small branch. 

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and held her with surprising gentleness. The man used his unusually tall and massively sized body to keep her upright.  

Why hadn’t she sensed his presence? Heard his approach? Then, she realized. He wasn’t merely human. Shonna didn’t have enough strength to read his energy — to discover what he was exactly. 

“Lady, you’re hurt seriously. Let me get you –”

 

“Dante,” she interrupted. “I have to…to… it’s the only safe place now.” 

“Dante?” He cradled her in his arms, and lifted her. “My truck’s nearby. I can get you where you want to go.” With long but careful strides he moved over the rugged ground — noz, just like he could see exceptionally well in the dark. “Don’t you need a hospital? Is Dante a doctor?” 

“No!… no,” she softened her tone, “I don’t want… need a hospital, or a doctor. Please…” Noz, he was supernaturally strong. “I need to get to Moonrise Lake. It’s not far…” 

“Saw it on the map.” One-handed he opened the passenger door to his odd-looking truck, then hesitated. “Am I hurting you? Will I hurt you if…” 

“No… no pain, I’m in shock,” Shonna made up. “Can we go fast?” 

After lowering her onto the seat, and making certain she was completely inside, he turned off the blaring radio, then muttered, “Be right back, little lady. I’ll hurry. Yeah, we’ll go fast.” 

“Okay.” Shonna slumped back. Pain lashed the entire length of her spine and throbbed her temple. Once he shut the door, she clenched her eyelids, gritting her teeth. Her body had stiffened like a corpse. 

It meant her healing had accelerated. Certainly good, but the agony was about to make her scream, loud as a horror movie starlet. The sound would be tracked, and her space alien voice recognized. 

Shonna gripped the door handle, squeezing hard while biting her bottom lip. Once her pain dropped a few notches, she caught whiffs of dog odor. At the same moment, her rescuer hauled open the driver’s door, and eased himself onto the seat in an obvious attempt not to jar her. 

“You still okay, lady?” 

“Shonna… my name. I’ll be better once we’re on the way.”

“Shonna, nice name. Yeah, sure. Daebo is my handle. It’s gonna be a rough ride back to the road,” he warned, even as he rolled the truck forward, then circled in the direction she’d been going. 

“I’ll survive… Daebo.” 

Shonna collapsed against the back of the seat, her body losing its rigidity. She decided not to question why he hadn’t switched on the headlights. Of course, what in the heavenly one’s name was he doing out here, anyway? This was bear and Sasquatch country. No humans for miles… but, he wasn’t only human, she remembered. And his truck clearly wasn’t an ordinary *from the factory* model.

“Mind telling me why you’re out in the middle of God’s country?” he asked, his tone cautious yet probing. 

“Only if you tell me why you’re out here.” That had probably been the improper conversational response. Still…pain did that. Shonna couldn’t think all that clearly. Besides, she had no acceptable answer. Not even a good lie. 

“Lookin’ for nature’s restroom. And a look see at the stars. No light pollution.” 

It hurt, but Shonna raised a brow at his lie about looking at the stars. “Okay, Daebo, I’ll tell you, if you promise not to commit me to a mental ward.” 

“Yeah. No. I won’t.” 

Noz, he was excellent at driving over the forest floor, and keeping the bouncing-jouncing to a minimum. “I’m what’s called a disaster prevention technician. I’ve been on Earth for about five years now. My planet is affected adversely every time there’s a major nuclear explosion here. I was stopping a core meltdown at the Fort Calhoun nuke plant, which I managed. However, in the meantime, I was detected as an extraterrestrial… you know, ET. Okay, I couldn’t escape fast enough. Got filled with full metal jacket lead. Oh, by the way,” she sucked in a large breath, “the we-hate-space-aliens squad is hard on my tail.” 

He didn’t say anything. Even so, his driving didn’t alter either, and they rocked back onto the backwoods road that led to the main highway into Wolf Peak Territory. 

“Fort Calhoun, isn’t that in Nebraska?” His voice was a neutral growl. 

Well, at least, he wasn’t squealing to a stop and throwing her out of his truck. Shonna took that as a somewhat positive sign. “Yes, Nebraska. I had to abandon my now uncloaked craft, and hoof it on foot… oh, it’s complicated and… well, my head hurts like a sledgehammer hit it… now normally I wouldn’t feel a sledgehammer…” 

Shonna clamped her mouth shut. What was she doing? Babbling because of her pain? Her head had certainly begun a slow nasty whirl. Still, she realized Daebo sped them over the narrow rutted road unusually fast, yet not recklessly. 

“Who or what is Dante? A doctor?” he sort of barked.  

“Werewolf,” she blurted out. He’s a werewolf. Not a doctor.” Noz! Maybe the bullet lodged in her temple, but in the process of dissolving, now pressed some sort of brain truth button. 

“Oh, yeah.” Shonna heard the light go on inside his head. “Now I remember. Wolf Peak, the town of Moonrise Lake,  is rumored to be some sort of new refuge for shapeshifters. Just my kind of place right now.” 

“Shapeshifter. Dog smell. You’re a dog shifter.” 

“I’m an Akita dog shapeshifter,” he stated, emphasizing the breed name. “Wasn’t always a shifter, though. Wasn’t always like this.” 

Even though her head performed twirls, her pain had lessened significantly, so Shonna asked, “They, the mad scientists types, made you, didn’t they?” 

“Yep, join the Navy, see the world. In my case I saw the inside of a lab. Got tagged for experimentation because I had no family left.”

“You escaped. How?”

“Been about thirty years that I’ve been running free. Or, just runnin’. Pretty simple escape plan. I slipped my leash. They let some of the grunts at the Presidio walk me without telling them what I was. Once I made it into San Francisco, I could run with the strays and hideout, or shift and work in restaurant kitchens for enough gravy.” He gave her a sideways glance, checking her response to his truth telling. 

“Why haven’t they found you? With the technological grid here…” Shonna let her words fade away.  From her periphery vision, she watched him settle back in his seat. They’d just turned onto the highway, and he’d accelerated, heedless of the speed limit. 

“Course, they’ve been on my tail and my trail ever since, collectin’ any kind of genetic material they could retrieve. I must’ve exceeded their scientific expectations. Might be because I’m not pushin’ up daisies.” He stomped on the accelerator. “Got a clear path for a few miles.” 

“Good,” she murmured. Noz, her body was temporarily turning itself off to complete repairs. “Don’t worry. I’m about to…to go unconscious for awhile. Please…take me to Dante. Do you know…” oh no her hormones had taken possession of her and she was due to go in give-me-sex heat, and the words were still leaving her mouth… ”do you know you’re the kind of man I do my best to avoid… because, because I’d want you humping me twenty-four seven.”  

*** 

Whoever this Dante, the werewolf, was, Daebo decided he was over-the-top, dog snarling jealous. The way Shonna had felt in his arms… well, twenty-four seven would be just fine with him. 

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February 12, 2018

Valentine Romantic Homage to the Cowgirls and Cowboys by Savanna Kougar

of Wolf Peak Territory 

February  howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Real working cowgirls and cowboys abound in the Peak … yep, of every shapeshifter and supernatural species — some of them even human. Also, there are Old West reenacter groups forming to preserve and enjoy the old ways — the kiddos love it. They also learn the satisfaction of hard work, of growing up tough and ready for anything. 

As well, given I spent whatever spare time I had yesterday searching out Valentine’s Day images, ’cause I needed a break and I so love this romantic *once a year* celebration … anyway, I thought I’d share a few that are true to Wolf Peak Territory. 

LOVIN’ COUPLES. 

BEAUTIFUL SKETCH OF COWGIRL 

THE SEXY COWBOYS 

MANY OF THOSE IN THE PEAK *LOVE* VINTAGE WESTERN IMAGES 

My Heart Is In a Loop, My Valentine 

Lots of Lovin’ Pardners In the Peak 

ODE TO HER COWBOY LOVER 

WALKING INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHER … 

COWBOYS NO LONGER NEED TO RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET ALONE …  Certainly not in the Peak  

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY FROM *ALL* IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY … 

YOU ARE BEARY LOVED … 

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February 9, 2018

Lion Love In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Okay, our lovestruck lion, Lucario, is on a vital covert mission down in sunny Florida. He sent this photo of himself to his lioness shifter mate. 

*Valentine’s Day Is Coming* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, as I stated on another blog, these days — for a whole slew of reasons, including being incredibly busy — I am feeling like a KOUGAR ON A HOT TIN ROOF … also, once again, I am recovering from physically pushing myself too hard — because there was no other choice — thank goodness, the symptoms have mostly abated… and I might get to actually write again. 

Anyway, I was searching for pics to use, and found a couple of my previous Valentine blogs … last year’s here on this bloggie, and a flash scene I wrote titled: The Love Wolfess ~ Heartbroken Howls Before Valentine’s Day 

I thought you might enjoy these flash-trips back in time… 

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

You Make My Heart Howl

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY FROM WOLF PEAK TERRITORY.
Dante, alpha wolf leader, of Wolf Peak Territory sends his heartfelt LOVE to EVERYONE.
A Special Valentine Welcome To a Good-hearted Witch Who Has Moved To Moonrise Lake. 
A Sweet Cheesy Valentine Card That Tickles the Love Fancy of Some In Wolf Peak Territory. 
 
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Love Wolfess ~ Heartbroken Howls Before Valentine’s Day


The Love Wolfess ~ Heartbroken Howls Before Valentine’s Day


By the time his potent, to-pant-for scent twitched her nostrils, Sozchy had already answered about every Valentine’s Day question ever thought of, from patrons at Dante’s Pleasure Club, and from her radio show callers…so it felt.

She adjusted her headset, ignoring the spike of her hormones — probably bouncing off Mother Moon by now — and punched up the evening’s last call.

“This is the Love Wolfess,” she throatily sang in her on-air voice. “What’s your question, Dharla?”

Sniffles answered her. Then, a tiny sob erupted.

The grand room, bathed by red and pink illumination, and festooned with neon-light heart shapes, faded into the background as Sozchy intuitively focused on the distraught young werewolf woman. The flirtatious and intimate murmurings of the fifty plus couples, along with the singles looking for love mates, also disappeared for her.

“Dharla, dear, I hear heartbroken howls before Valentine’s Day…talk to me…please.”

“How do I…do I? Well…I know he’s my mate…and…”

“How do you know, dear?” Sozchy kept her tone gentle, while her intuition razored her with images of the werewolf lout who had obviously humped and dumped Dharla.

“I…I can’t get him out of my mind. I’m in heat all the time. I can’t sleep…or eat.” The last two words were a pathetic whine. “And…and now I have no one for Valentine’s Day.” Dharla howled, a pitiful strangled sound. “I’m sooooooo miserable. I’m all alone. What do I do?”

Sobs crackled loudly over the line, and Sozchy pressed the mute button. “Dharla,” she softly crooned once the werewolf woman sniffled again. “Listen to me. Do you know about Mating Truth tea?”

“Yes-s-s-s…”

“Have you tried drinking it?”

“No-o-o-o…”

Sozchy inhaled a huge breath and stopped her eyes from rolling. Summoning her most professional voice, she leaned toward the microphone. “This is what you do, Dharla. Brew the tea and sip it slowly. Draw a hot bath, and then take a long soak. If you have violet and oak leaf infused Epsom Salts, add that, or just the Salts. Are you with me so far?”

“Yes.” At least, Dharla’s voice didn’t quaver.

“If you’re still not sleepy go for a long run in the woods. You know the safe areas.”

“Okay.”

“Trust your body, Dharla. Sleep for as long as you need. Then, I want you to go out and find a new party outfit for Valentine’s Day…whether or not you’re in the mood.” Sozchy paused. “Do you understand?”

“I understand.” Dharla spoke after several seconds.

“Good. Good girl. Now, what you’re going to do is decide where to party on Valentine’s Day. With friends. At a special place –“

“I can come to the Pleasure Club…right?”

“Of course, Dharla. We’re celebrating here every night. And, there will be several different party rooms on Valentine’s Day. May I have a party coordinator contact you?”

“Oh hell, yes!” An excited squeal-howl followed.

“Goodnight, Dharla. Love is on it’s way to you.”

Love is on it’s way to you. Sozchy’s own heartfelt words mocked her as she took off the headset, then automatically shut down the broadcasting equipment. Scat! She couldn’t even get the huntress side of her motivated these days.

A strange rabbit, not a shapeshifter, had begun living in her yard. And more bizarre, the cottontail had decided the engine block of her jeep was its favorite place to hangout.

Sozchy had taken to opening the hood before turning on the ignition. More often than not the rabbit gazed back at her. It had done so earlier in the evening, before she’d driven to the Pleasure Club for her radio gig.

To her shame, and she’d told not one other shapeshifter soul, Sozchy had begun cooing and talking to the bunny, while it watched her with one large brown eye. Yip-yeah, just like a tail-whipped human. That is, until the apparently suicidal cottontail decided to hop away on its own.

After a long sigh, Sozchy willed herself to toughen up. So, her life was a stinky pile of scat when it came to love, and having a mate of her own. On the bright-moon side, her radio show had taken off like a chasing sprint with no sign of slowing down.

Sozchy stood straightening her swingy short red dress. After a shake and toss of her long loose hair, she sniffed for the alpha wolf shifter who had skyrocketed her hormones.

To her disappointment, only a trail of his dominant musk scent remained. She knew him as Devil Wind, but to his tribe he was Howling Wolf Wind. The Sheriff of a nearby Indian reservation, no doubt he had arrived to form an alliance with Talbot’s Peak.

And, no doubt, she belonged to the mists of his memory. Sixteen in human years, and running wild as a teenage wolf in the forest, she’d been chasing any prey animal that moved.

She’d consumed her fill, but simply ran for the sport of it, her muscles carrying her swiftly, easily. Well, she’d charged straight into the path of a mother bear and her cub.

With a mighty bellow of outrage, the mother bear lunged upward, and swiped colossal claws at her. Springing out of the way, barely, Sozchy had twisted in midair. About to race for her life, she’d seen a Dire Wolf rush past her.

Snapping like a fiend, Devil Wind darted back and forth, protecting her. Yet, he’d done nothing to harm the mother bear and her squalling cub.

Spinning on her hind legs, Sozchy had joined him. Between the two of them, they’d convinced the mother bear to give up, then amble after her distraught cub.

After their telepathic introductions to each other, Sozchy had tried to thank him. She’d nose-kissed him before heading home. However, he’d remained beside her every inch of the way, a monstrous dark gray wolf on guard.

Once she arrived at her parent’s stone house on the range, about twenty miles outside of Talbot’s Peak, she’d halted behind the barn. Sozchy hadn’t wanted her parents to know about her narrow escape. Not until she’d had time to think about an explanation.

Before she knew it, they’d both shifted to their human forms. As if it had been ordained, they’d flung their naked bodies against each other. Embracing with a passion that still took her breath away, their kisses had been wild, impossibly frantic, yet somehow sumptuous as a feast.

And then, he’d gone away. On the brink of surrendering her virginity to him, Sozchy had been about to speak the words as their gazes seared into one another, as their pants rushed and raged.

How often had she recalled that moment? When nothing could have torn them apart. When her much smaller body desperately pressed against the big brute strength of his… when he’d held her with all the might of his desire for her… when… but, he’d cupped her face between his large, large hands.

She’d seen it in the depths of smoke and amber eyes then. He was leaving. He didn’t want to take her virginity. He didn’t want her.

After shaking her head to erase the remembrance for now, Sozchy waved to those in the club who were acknowledging her with a wave of their hand. Some blew kisses of appreciation toward her, while some wagged furry tails. Spreading her arms wide, she sent her love vibes to the interspecies crowd.

The real smile on her face didn’t last long, though, as she walked toward the small comfy room Dante had provided for her. It served as her office, a changing room and a place to sleep if she didn’t want to drive, or lope home.

“Sozchy.”

About to open the door, she whipped around. He stood there, as ferociously imposing as ever. Not that she’d actually glimpsed him before now… not since she’d tracked him down to his territory a few days after their encounter.

She only knew about his appointment to Sheriff, some seven years ago, because she’d seen it on the local news. Damn, he was as ruggedly-feral handsome as she remembered.

With her mouth suddenly parched, Sozchy stopped herself from licking her lips. Hell’s bite, her vocal chords were frozen, too. And, all she could think about was — why hadn’t she scented him?

His gaze ravished her face with a hunger that had her backing up. Before Sozchy knew it she practically clung to the door. Her nails scraped, embarrassing her, and she balled her hands.

“The Love Wolfess.” His guttural tone sensually devoured her insides.

“Need some advice?” she choked out, only her voice sounded like a breathy come-on.

“Maybe.” The glint of his black-as-obsidian eyes suggested ‘advice’ wasn’t what he was after.

“Maybe?” Again, her tone sounded like a seductive invitation. If she could reach the door latch…

“Maybe, after I’ve possessed you every which way but loose…little woman wolf.” His gaze flashed wild with need. “My woman wolf,” he growled.

Shockwaves captured her insides as he leapt with deceptive speed, and captured her flush against him. His hand sank into her hair and fisted.

With one tug that claimed her as his, he brought her face beneath his. Briefly his gaze penetrated her soul, then his mouth trapped hers. The crush of his kiss soared her to heaven’s gate, even as her mating lust turned her raw and wickedly hot.

Their mouths fused, too long denied. Holding her hair taut, he slid one hand beneath her dress, and swept his palm over the curves of her hip, her thigh, her ass.

His utterly dominant handling of her didn’t stop as their mouths fiercely tangled — as his lips blistered her lips with such pleasure, she whimpered for more.

His kisses consumed her for the longest time, as her kisses consumed him. Howl to the goddess, she wanted anything he wanted to give her.

Suddenly releasing her hair, he pushed her against the hard surface of the door. “Sozchy.”

“Sozchy.” He rasped her name again. “Look at me.” When she surrendered her gaze to him, to the twin suns that were his eyes, he caressed between her thighs.

Aroused her to an unbearable wildness, all she could do was feel his large rough hand stroking her inner thighs. All she could do was feel the sweep of his palm over her yielding body.

His name burst past her lips, “Devil Wind.”

His eyes flared, savage with need. Savage for her. His lowered his head and his kiss embraced her mouth. His kiss lingered until her heart thudded ridiculously fast — until she swooned against him.

With a groan, he blazed kisses down her throat. The sweet torture didn’t end as his lips fondled the sensitive flesh of her breastbone.

When he scorched a kiss on the hollow of her throat, his lips stayed. Sozchy moaned, belonging to him.

His lips caught hers, again. Commanding her passions, he boldly cupped her sex. His big palm kneaded possessively, and Sozchy helplessly keened a moan.

“Mate,” he growled,

“Prove it,” she dared.
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