ShapeShifter Kisses

August 27, 2015

One Shade of Silver Wolf by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:46 pm

End of August howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

I’ve started what I hope will turn out to be a new series of flash scenes. We’ll see, given my *who knows what obstacles are next?* life.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Because I’m pressed for time, I’m not even going to do a read over as I usually do, so please excuse any glaring mistakes.


One Shade of Silver Wolf

She’d known he could never love her. Not as she desired. Truth: she’d been seduced by his scholarly knowledge, by his extraordinary super intellect. Yeah, Einstein meets Carl Sagan, mix brains and stir. Then stand back in pure awe. That was Professor Edward Kingston.

During their two-year relationship, he’d treated her more than decently, and loved her in what he considered to be the proper manner. But at a deep emotional level the about-to-be chancellor, Professor Kingston, was bankrupt — as bankrupt as The Donald Trump had been four times in his entrepreneurial, meteoric rise to reality-show stardom.

Oh, she’d told herself Professor Ed would come to love her with a passion unparalleled. What a big fat lie.

The infamous rose-colored glasses, her fierce passion to learn… but yeah, her ego weakness for greater knowledge — the opportunity to live in a high-intellect realm, and constantly utilize her mind, to keep learning — she’d let herself be seriously led astray.  As far as the deepest longings of her heart.

She let a sigh escape, one that blew strands of her coppery, always fly-away hair. As she moved down the hallway toward the stairs that led to Edward’s tome-filled office, her gut churned, as if creepy crawlies hatched out.

Damn. She didn’t want to do this. But there was a thing about being true to yourself. And it was time. Likely past time to say goodbye in a grownup, responsible manner.

To her best knowledge, Edward had even remained faithful, a mountain-tall plus for his overall stalwart character, given it was rarity in this ivory-tower campus culture. After all, affairs were de rigeur, and a way to climb the ambition-ladder for some.

She’d remained faithful as well, never stepping out on him. Not once. Oh, she’d flirted with the bevy of hunk temptations on campus. Those who put the one-night moves on her, and those with cheesy lines spoken in the throes of hyper-hormone activity.

Intentionally, she trotted up the stairway to keep herself moving. Not allowing herself to think, to entertain any thought about changing her mind, she lightly rapped on the heavy, late 1800’s door.

“Kailla, come in. You’re not disturbing me.” Edward’s deep resonant voice somehow soothed her. At the same time, anxiety tumbled willy-nilly through her middle.

“Edward,” Kailla closed the door behind her, a whisper of sound over the thick expensive carpet. “I’m on my way. All packed up.”

He rose from his leather desk chair, a tall distinguished man with cognac-brown eyes — deep-set eyes that held a universe of scholarly knowledge. Edward’s passion for research and learning had proven to be endless, and dominated their life together. .

As she’d come to understand after days of soul-searching, he was married to the exploration, to the mission of being educated, and educating others. Kailla respected his passion. It simply wasn’t her all-consuming passion.

Edward approached her, a gentle caring smile on his nobly constructed face. “Have a good time on your vacation, darling.” He lifted her hands, enfolding them within his.

“Edward…” Kailla drew in what felt like a whirlwind of breath. “I’m saying goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” Puzzlement colored his eyes.

“This isn’t easy.” Kailla raked her hand through her disobedient hair. “I’m leaving. I won’t be coming back.”

Shock hit his features. He turned and perched on the edge of his desk, his posture like a puppet held up with wires.

“I’ve given this a lot of thought…” Kailla swallowed back the lump about to choke her. “With you about to become chancellor… well, being with me won’t help you. You know that,” she emphasized when he was about to object.

“Face it, Edward. I’m a liability to all you hold dear.” Kailla ignored the dizziness threatening to drop her to the floor, and softly continued, “I’m the leopardess who can’t change her spots enough to fit in that rarified, ivory tower realm.”

“It’s what I love about you most, Kailla.”

Unable to stand the appeal in his eyes to stay… to come back to him in two-weeks time, Kailla turned away.

“You can’t be entirely tamed,” he added after a pregnant pause. “If you change your mind,” he began, ever the gentleman.

“You know, Beverly has been in love with you since she began teaching here. She’d be perfect as a chancellor’s wife. You can’t have missed how she dotes on you, especially when I’m not around.”

“No.” Raw pain owned his voice. “I haven’t missed her overtures. Be well, Kailla.”

“Be well, Edward.” She jerked open the door, and stepped outside. Tears welled up, and she clung to the stair railing as the salty wetness slid down her cheeks.


Thundercloud, silver wolf shifter, and second clan brother in his familial pack, loped toward the highway. His nose led the way.

Out for a long, muscle-stretching run through the fields and forests of Talbot’s Peak territory, he’d suddenly scented a delicious female fragrance. One that salivated his jowls, and caused his loins to ignite with savage need.

So what if she was human. Mostly human, anyway. Like as not, she didn’t know her full genetic heritage.

Thundercloud’s primal instincts ruled as he sprinted alongside the highway, searching for the vehicle he knew she drove. Somehow he had to find the woman, follow her. Claim her.


Weary from traveling, and ready to lose herself to a long nap once she reached the Talbot’s Peak Inn, Kailla concentrated on the few miles left before she reached her destination.

Checking her side mirror, she glanced longer this time. Her adrenaline jumped and kept pumping. Was that a wolf, a real live wolf racing toward her?

Slowing so she wouldn’t wreck, Kailla pulled off to the side, yet kept her minivan slowly moving. Transfixed, she watched the humongous wolf charge straight at her. The late summer sun caused his coat to appear silvery, as if each dark hair had been tipped with a drop of silver.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


August 19, 2015

“Why the hell are the car doors open?” by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 9:27 pm

End-of-summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

So, for now, here’s the endpoint of Operation Crunch, my series of flash scenes around state agents attempting to intimidate Gil, the beloved mayor of Talbot’s Peak.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to finish my ShapeShifter Seductions WIP, titled: Waiting For a Filly Girl. It’s been hit and miss given the life obstacles going on. But I hope to have more writing time soon. Right now, I’m closing in on 40,000 words.


“Why the hell are the car doors open?”

At the first sight of their car — which looked as though a gang of thugs had taken metal pipes to it in a fit of mindless savagery, then a flock of seagulls had flown over and unloaded — Pete and John swerved toward the possible refuge offered by a couple of large cottonwood trees. Immediately, they were rushed by the *had-to-be* most humongous brown bear on Earth.

‘What a trophy kill,’ Pete thought, even in the midst of his adrenaline-fed panic. Even as he was forced to run like a madman back to their car by the snarl-growling bears surrounding him and John. In that instant, he knew without doubt, he would never ever go to Talbot’s Peak again. Shit, no matter if his career took a serious dive.

“Why the hell are the car doors open?” John shouted raggedly. Was the guy’s lungs about to fail him?

“Damn. Shit. It’s running, the car,” Pete panting-yelled moments later.

Figuring that was an invite to get the hell outta Dodge, Pete put his head down and charged like he’d done as a running back on the highschool football team.

“I’m driving,” John wheezed. “You can’t drive worth a crap.”

“Drive, for gawd’s sake.” Keeping his legs churning, Pete glanced over his shoulder.

The bears appeared to be slowing their chase.

With his heart thumping like it was about to expire, Pete dived inside the car, and slammed the door shut. At least, it shut. When John bolted inside, and tried to close his door, it took three quick desperate attempts.

Like a race car driver down the final stretch, John gripped the steering wheel hard, then stomped on the accelerator. They shot forward, the car jumping on take off.

As they sped down the highway, with John doing a helluva a job staying on the asphalt, the only sound was their harsh rapid breaths bouncing off the interior of the car. Pete had never breathed this hard, not even during good, hot monkey sex.

Miles later, their breathing gradually normalized. Yet, neither one of them spoke.

“Never,” John broke the silence, “Never gawddamn never will I ever set foot anywhere near that shit weird town. I don’t care if they threaten to take my pension away. I don’t care if I have to fucking resign.”

“I’m with ya, bro. They’ll likely fire us over this car. Fuck, how do we explain this?” Pete grabbed for the seatbelt as John sped around a curve way faster than the speed limit.

“Nothin’! To explain.” John clipped his speech, his gaze religiously trained on the road. “They can grill us, hook us up to a lie detector, we don’t know nothin’.”

Pete didn’t reply. Seemingly his brain remained undamaged, given the scenarios that played in his head. “Missing time,” he finally blurted out. “You know like the bullshit all those UFO abductees are always spoutin’. We can say we were abducted, probed in the butt.”

“Doesn’t explain the car, you class A idiot.” John spoke in a dismissive growl.

“Don’t call me an idiot, you three-stooges numbskull. It was you who said we’d further our careers.” Pete accusingly aimed his gaze. “*You* convinced me we’d get big fat bonuses for reeling in those local yokels. Remember, a-hole?”

John lessened their speed. “Don’t want to get pulled over by the cops,” he grouched.

“Yeah, what cop in his ever-loving, shit mind wouldn’t pull over a ‘beat to hell’ car with bird shit covering it. You’re dreamin’.”

“At least, I won’t be caught fucking speeding,” John mumbled gruffly. He switched on the wipers again — another try at getting rid of the smeared poop on the windshield.

“Hey, why don’t we shove this wreck over a cliff…make up a story about being chased by drugged-up wackos?” Pete brightened inside at the idea.

“Cameras in the sky. Google Earth. Remember, punk?” John glanced at him sideways.

“You gotta point, old man. But I’m trying to think us outta this shit-steamy mess.”

“Yeah,” John sardonically began, “why don’t we just text the NSA and ask ’em what’s on those satellite cameras? That’ll get us outta this shit-steamy mess,” he mocked.


“No, it won’t,” Blade Runner choked out, as he rolled on the floor of his ‘UFO’ laughing his furry bunny ass off. He’d made double-tech certain nothing had been captured by anyone’s sky surveillance.

He wasn’t laughing alone either. On another screen inside his craft, Dante and Kitty were holding onto each other inside her library office. Laughter poured out of them like the towering waterfalls on his homeworld.

On a third screen, the techie crew at the Pleasure Club, howled, roared, screeched, and cackled with laughter.

Yep, thank the rabbit messenger, underground Taltube viewers were in for a howling-yowling roller coaster ride of laughs. Later.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Originally published at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

August 15, 2015

Drev nuzzled the nape of her neck… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 9:10 pm
Lazy summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

I’m taking a break from my OPERATION CRUNCH series of flash scenes. Instead, here’s an *unedited…so, apologies for any less-than-good writing* part of a chapter from Waiting For a Filly Girl, Keina and Drev’s erotic love story, and a ShapeShifter Presents WIP I’ve been working on. This scene takes place after a lusty encounter between my heroine and hero. Drev is determined to make love to his woman.

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Talbot’s Peak territory anything is possible.


Chapter Thirty-five

Satiated, Keina basked in the feel of Drev holding her close, in the feel of his cock still buried deep inside her equess. Most of all, she luxuriated in their love for each other.

“Thanksgiving,” she murmured long moments later. “This is perfect. You make me so thankful.”

Drev nuzzled the nape of her neck, then her shoulder, sending wonderful shivers through her. “You know I want to make proper love to you.”


“Like this.” Her stud man placed lazy kisses on the back of her shoulder.

“Mmmm.” Keina surrendered her back to him. “What you do to me.”

“And I like doing it.” His words sounded like a sexy purr as they poured into her ear.

Drev separated their bodies, pressing slow sumptuous kisses down her back. “You have the best lips,” Keina moaned. “And the best hands,” she praised several moments later when  he languidly stroked up and down her side.

Between the sensual onslaught of his kisses and his *take your time* caresses, Keina sweltered, arousal seizing hold of her fast.

“You’re melting my bones, stud.”

In answer, Drev slid his hand beneath her breast, taking gentle possession. Her nipple pebbled against his palm, and the pleasure of it swamped Keina.

As he planted a delectable kiss at the base of her spine, she whimpered. His tongue teased the sensitized spot, and a sizzly wave of heat spread over her pussy mound, then up her torso.

Drev nuzzled her lower back, causing Keina to go limbless. He moved up her spine, touching kisses and sexily rubbing his nose. When he pressed a searing kiss between her shoulder blades, Keina surrendered to another surge of hot-sweet bliss.

“Oooh, my stud man,” she crooned, as his cock began hardening again.

Passion ignited her blood, rousing Keina. She sensually stretched so his shaft slipped from her pussy. Feeling like a beautiful temptress, she rolled over, then linked her arms around his neck. “Drev.”

Tenderly, he threaded his fingers into her hair, and embraced her head between his palms. In slow-motion, their lips met in a kiss that deepened immediately. The impassioned press of their mouths consumed Keina, and flamed more liquid desire through every fiber of her.

She tightened her hold on his neck as Drev covered her with his muscle-hunky body. Could anything feel any better than his weight flattening her breasts, pressing her deeper into the mattress. Goddess Equine, no.
Their continuing kiss intensified to a depth of desire Keina never dreamed existed. It was pure magic.

Diving her fingers through Drev’s gorgeous thick mane of hair, she fondled. Her stud man changed the tempo of their ongoing kiss.

Not coming up for air—as their mouths moved and smoldered over each other—Drev cradled his long torch of a cock in the valley between her thighs. Keina trembled inside with the feel of his stud length, with the giddy anticipation of him taking her pussy again.

She undulated her hips, then widened her thighs, so his cockhead pushed against her clit.

“Whoa there, filly girl,” Drev gently ordered.

Unbidden, a song lyric sprang into her head. “Pull the reins in on me,” Keina breathy sang. “Linda Ronstadt,” she added.

“Yeah, I remember…I’ll be pulling the reins a lot.” Drev stopped her words by placing a dominant yet tender kiss on the corner of her mouth. Then, he made love to with his lips, blanketing her face with kisses.

“Oh, Drev,” she sighed.

Keina shivered with small rapid shudders, and moaned with pleasure as her stud man brushed more kisses over her cheeks. He teasingly nibbled her earlobe, then the tip of his tongue outlined the rim of her ear.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


August 6, 2015

“Got ’em spotted,” Ralph da bear signaled. ~by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 10:17 pm
Summer-hot howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Once again: To Quote: “Our Talbot’s Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch.”

Okay, how sorry will the bad-guy bureaucrats be having to drive a wolf and saber-tooth mangled car that has also been especially decorated by Miss Cardinal and her bird-shifter friends?

That is, after the bear shifters get done with them

“Got ’em spotted,” Ralph da bear signaled.

Kitty couldn’t help herself. Her stunned and feline-fascinated gaze glued itself to the super-tech screen Blade Runner had provided. Not to meow out loud, but she kept bending closer observing Carlotta’s fast and furious aerial maneuvers.

Yowls, her bird-droppings art on the shifters-gone-wild damaged sedan. Well, amazingly impressive!

Next, the cardinal shifter invited her feathered friends, and Kitty watched in astonished awe as they flew diving patterns, decorating the now mostly unrecognizable car. At some point, Carlotta’s leadership turned them into an attack flock. The mostly white splotches and splashes were applied with precision — as if they’d practiced as a drill team.

Applauding the motley-crew flock’s performance, Kitty clapped her hands, but softly so she wouldn’t alert anyone outside her office. Oh clawing-yeah, she made up her mind to recruit the fiery-spirited cardinal as one of her *keep Talbot’s Peak safe* team leaders. Carlotta was a natural.


“Got ’em spotted,” Ralph da bear signaled. Shifted, he spoke in bear-growling language, then tromped loudly toward the two state agents who still ran for their lives. “Those stinky suits are headed your way, Ben.”

Ben — Peak store proprietor and bear shifter — bark-growled ‘he got the message’. He’d brought his entire family to give chase — and likely to school the young’ns in who the real enemy was. In fact, the family had turned it into an outing, a picnic in the woods.

On sentry duty, Ralph merely listened to the rousing, running din of children-cubs having a real good time. He’d also scarfed down generous portions of their fare, and slurped up the dee-licious berry pie Mrs. Ben brought him. Earlier, he’d plopped his large frame down, and used the base of a huge maple tree as his personal lounger.

Yeah-hell buddy, it only took two good eyes, his alert ears, and a superb sniffer to know when the two human pests intruded.

“Here!” Drolun announced in bear grunts. Obvious as the blue sky above, the cave-dwelling bear shifter, moved on silent paws — given Ralph hadn’t heard his approach. Otherwise known as Tom Jones because he impersonated the performer at the Pleasure Club, Drolun was a master of forest survival.

With the piss-scent of the revenuers now filling his nostrils, Ralph crashed through the underbrush toward his scared-shitless targets. Intent on driving them back to their mangled car, he roared – although, crapola! his lungs didn’t cooperate too well.

Too many late-night movies with pizza and beer, he concluded. Time to get back to the gym and work out like the Rock.

“Got ’em in sight,” Ben bellowed. “The missus and the kids are baiting ’em like fish on hooks.”

Ralph burst into the scene. The three cubs squealed, and pretending to be afraid, they bolted toward mom. Mrs. Ben reared up and roared her motherly rage.

Frozen in the terror, the two human males didn’t even notice his lumbering noisy arrival — or Drolun who silently slipped through the trees opposite Ralph. Mrs. Ben bared her fangs. Fiercely snarling, she dropped to all fours, and charged. Ben followed, roaring his outrage, which was real enough…but had nothing to do with the safety of his cubs.

Ralph wheezed snarls when the two white-as-a-ghost humans fled in his direction. Summoning his strength, as if he fought the bad guy in a WWF fight, he galloped toward them.

Hoarse pitiful yells burst from their fear-constricted throats, and the two collided as they tried to race in the other direction. For instants, the ape-idjits pummeled each other with their fists, battling to be the first one to run the other way.

If he could have bellowed a belly laugh, Ralph would have sat on his rump, and let one loose. Instead, he advanced, doing his part to herd them back toward the car. NO ONE wanted these two dangerous bureaucrats stranded anywhere close to Talbot’s Peak.

“Oh fuck God! There’s another one!” the suit in the lead screamed.

Drolun, looking magnificently ferocious — like a bear should — charged. His muscles bunched and rippled beneath his thick luxurious coat as he running-stalked the pair. Even his gaze devoured the human pests.

From behind them, Ben and Mrs. Ben roared in chorus, and moved to cut off their escape. Their cubs followed, joining in with their little roars.

Terrified — Ralph heard their rapidly thundering heartbeats — the state agents wheeled back in the direction they’d run from. Scrambling to get their footing on the slick foliage, they then took off like hellhounds bit their butts.

Naw, hell bears, Ralph corrected himself. Dang it, he wouldn’t mind taking a huge ole chomp outta their fleeing asses. But Kitty — Dante’s love kitten and leader of Operation Crunch — had been adamant about there being no teeth marks on their despicable hides.

Yeah, yeah, right…no use in bringing in state hunters who’d take aim. Then, they’d have to deal with those podunks.

Ralph mentally chuckled as he pounded after the pair — was someone timin’ ’em? Their land speed had to be a damn record.

Between him, the Ben family, and Drolun, they kept the two suits herded as they attempted to veer off course — keeping them on course for their wolf-and-sabertooth wrecked of a wreck.

Wow, wowser-powser, who did all the bird-shit decorating???


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


July 31, 2015

Miss Cardinal’s Bomb Squad by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:17 pm


Full Moon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yes, it’s been a busy day, so once again: *Continued from last week, a short flash scene ’cause that’s all I can manage.* … To Quote: “Our Talbot’s Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch.”

Okay, how sorry will the bad-guy bureaucrats be having to drive a wolf and saber-tooth mangled car that has also been especially decorated by Miss Cardinal and her bird-shifter friends?

Note: Pat Cunningham introduced Miss Cardinal in one of her previous flash scenes.


Miss Cardinal’s Bomb Squad

Madder than a wet hen, even though she was a cardinal, Carlotta streaked through the sky. Another job interview had gone sour, south, whatever… because gosh, gee whiz, what the bird crap… the potential employers were always looking for ‘crap’ on the chair she’d occupied. The birdbrain idjits couldn’t even grasp the fact that when in human form, her body actually acted human.

Soaring over the highway out of town, Carlotta seethed, so hot with anger she wondered if she was about to internally combust… or, instead of spontaneous human combustion, it would be spontaneous bird combustion while in flight. Her grim mental chuckle followed that thought.

Wanting to wing faster, wanting to be impressively dangerous with a wicked beak and wicked talons, Carlotta wished she could temporarily morph into a bird of prey… an eagle, a hawk, a falcon, any raptor would do. But no, oh noooo… she was a mere cardinal, a songbird to be preyed upon.

What the…!!! A UFO parked on the highway… Carlotta screeched to an aerial halt… well, almost. Her wings fluttered rapidly as she braked, and attempted to hover at the same time.

Okay, she’d heard rumors about there being an ET residing at the Pleasure Club, who *get this* had his own disc craft. Curiosity grabbed Carlotta, and she flapped her wings to steady herself, then flew to investigate. After all, she doubted Dante and his super team, would allow a bad-guy ET to land in Talbot’s Peak territory.

Well, not without a battle. And no such fight seemed to be happening. Instead, as she closed in, two shifter bikers she recognized as Durk and Zeo, were attacking a car. Most savagely attacking.

Now Carlotta winged faster, her curiosity piqued beyond bearing.

Ah-ha! The state bureaucrats who’d made pest of themselves, it was there taxpayer-paid-for ride. Circling above the fang-ripping action, Carlotta realized the two state agents where nowhere to be seen.

Inside she cheered Zeo and Durk on, and wished deep inside she could mount her own ferocious assault. But no…she was only a small cardinal girl… even shifted to human, she was small, delicate in appearance. There was nothing intimidating or fiercely dangerous about her.

Frustration whipped through Carlotta. But WAIT! She did have a way to express her displeasure with the bureaucratic harassment the Peak had been experiencing of late.

Yep, cheepers creepers — as she liked saying — she had a way to help ‘decorate’ the car, too.

Bombs away, bird style.

Carlotta mentally smiled. And why not invite a few friends, any bird shifter in the range of her shrill rallying calls.

Once Durk and Zeo backed away, and began changing to their human form, Carlotta dived. With a new determined fierceness owning her, she dive-bombed the car.

Plop! Plop! Plop! She let loose.

Soon, she wasn’t the only bird ‘letting loose’. The sounds of steady plopping became a vengeful and beautiful music to Carlotta’s ears.

She soared high to get a better view. Noticing the white-drippy unevenness of their attack, Carlotta mind-squawked, ‘Tactical flock, everyone.’

Immediately, she and the other bird shifters became a  flock. Flying upward, they coordinated their flight, then circled above the car. With strategic precision, they dropped their poop bombs. Ploppity, plop-plop!


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


July 24, 2015

Durk and Zeo, Crunch Time by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 8:19 pm
Leo Sun howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yep, once again: *Continued from last week, a short flash scene ’cause that’s all I can manage.* … To Quote: “Our Talbot’s Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch.”

Finally … Operation Crunch, It’s a Go!


Durk and Zeo, Crunch Time

“Smells like Blade Runner — our own alien Bugs Bunny — scared the piss out of those revenuer agents,” Durk yelled to Zeo. The wind ripped away his words, but Durk knew his motorcycle buddy heard him. They were a team on the roads and the highway that led out of Talbot’s Peak.

“What a stink!” Zeo roared above the wind, even as he roared his speed racer, zooming toward the UFO-stopped car. “What do those guys eat? Smells like they bellied up to a carcass with the buzzards.”

“Wahooooo! Look at them suits run.” Durk pumped his fist, yet didn’t come close to losing control of his cycle. “Almost faster than a speeding bullet.” He bent over the handle bars anticipating the crunching-destruction he and Zeo were about wreak with the deadly power of their fangs.

“Run, ugly rabbits, run!” Zeo celebrated. For a split second, he glanced at Durk, a feral grin on his face.

“Hell, don’t let Blade Runner hear you,” Durk shouted. “He’s an effing master with that ET sword of his.”

“Run, a-holes, run.” Zeo hit the throttle accelerating to what they called hyper-zoom.

Once they neared the abandoned car, Durk in concert with his best bud, Zeo … together they drastically cut their speed, then slid to a cooler than cool stop. Now only a few feet away from the doubled over, belly-laughing, life-size Bugs Bunny in a silver space suit, Durk removed his helmet without removing his gaze, as he knew Zeo did also.

“Hey, doc, what’s up?” Zeo wise-ass cracked, even as he threw a leg over over his bike, and dismounted.

The two of them sauntered toward Blade Runner, who remained bent over. His long bunny ears shook like the tails of bitch in heat as he continued chuckling. A surprise to Durk, the strange snort like sounds didn’t squeak.

“Operation crunch.” Blade Runner shot upward, his expression warrior-intense. “Go to it, boys. Dante asked me to remind you to spare the engine. We want those scumbag in suits to get the heck outta TP territory.”

“Sure thing.” Durk tore off his leather jacket, then slung it toward his speed racer. Not caring where it landed, he then yanked off his boots, and shucked his black leather pants. As he peeled off his white muscle shirt, his shift to wolf began. “Swear on the full moon,” he growled in his wolf-gravel voice, “I can’t wait to get my chompers around those fenders and do some real serious damage.”

“The roof is mine,” Zeo snarled around his emerging sabertooth fangs.


“Operation Crunch is a go,” Kitty whispered and leaned toward her super-tech monitor. Her blood ran on the wild side, and she held her breath waiting the few minutes it took for Durk and Zeo to morph.

Unballing her clenched hands, Kitty cast a quick glance at her office door to make certain it was locked. “On with the show.”

Huge hulking wolf and musclebound sabertooth tiger, otherwise known as Durk and Zeo … they leaped in tandem toward the hapless car. In a frenzied nightmarish attack, Durk’s snapping, jerking jaws, and Zeo’s monstrous plunging fangs … together they worked as a perfect team, mangling the once pristine sedan.

About five minutes later, all four fenders sported tooth holes and were crumpled  beyond recognition, as was the bumper, which now hung twisted, and at an odd angle. The roof and trunk, under assault by Zeo’s weight and gargantuan fangs, were now decorated by large, moonscape dents, and gnarly gashes that crisscrossed every which way.

“Now that’s primitive art,” Kitty murmured. She smiled.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


July 16, 2015

Operation UFOS Are Real By Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 2:49 am

Hot summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

*Continued from last week, a short flash scene ’cause that’s all I can manage.* … To Quote from last week: “Our Talbot’s Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch.”

But first, Blade Runner, ET rabbit shapeshifter, has his ornery-alien way with the bad guys.


Operation UFOS Are Real

Blade Runner performed a low aerial circle above the ambush spot. The highway sharply curved limiting visibility for the driver. Stands of tall trees on both sides all but guaranteed no human prying eyes. Except for the odd hiker, and who would believe their alien-rabbit story?

Blade Runner had already shut down cell phone service to this immediate area. No vids allowed.

“X marks the spot.” he amused himself with the Earth saying. After recording the area, he repeatedly beamed the images to the two satellites surveilling this section of road — thus masking *Operation UFOS Are Real*.

“Targets estimated to be one mile away.” Kitty’s sweet yet purrfectly serious voice  came over his com system, as if she stood beside him.

“In position. And ready,” Blade Runner reported, keeping his tone professional. Cosmic-holy patch of carrots, never mess with a catwoman on the hunt, no matter how fluffy and cuddly her exterior. That was one of the top rules in Talbot’s Peak territory, especially among the male shifters and supernaturals.

“Monitor is on and working,” Kitty informed. “I see the road as if I’m on scene.”

“Stay tuned for the space alien show. No ancient aliens involved,” Blade Runner quipped. “Descending now.”

Hovering just above the height of a car’s windshield, Blade Runner waited the few secs of time. Once the state officials’ black car appeared from the highway curve, he swooped toward them, blasting the expected white light — really a frequency that would temporarily kill any vehicle’s engine within a three mile radius. Except, of course, Durk and Zeo’s motorcycles.

Brakes locked, and tires screeching, the car slid enough so it partly blocked the road  — that is, before the engine froze. Blade Runner grinned and settled his disc craft in front of the state agents, not ten feet away. On his monitor — which penetrated their black-tinted windshield — he watched their eyes widen to saucer-size, and they were practically hugging each other, paralyzed by fear.

Blade Runner initiated the craft’s ramp, and with blaster in hand, he strolled downward, then walked the short distance to the driver’s window. “Greetings, earthlings.”

Waggling his rabbit ears, he continued, “Take me to your leader.”

Inside, the two men leaned backward as far as their seats allowed, and from the nasty smell of it they’d already released their bladders. “Take me to your leader. Or I will have to extract the information from your pathetic brains.”

Blade Runner aimed the blaster at the driver’s head. Both men made panicked mewling sounds, and hyperventilated so fast Blade Runner wondered if their lungs were about to burst.

With a touch of the trigger, he activated the car’s automatic windows, lowering them. “Brain extraction begin.” Blade Runner spoke in his sinister alien voice. He hardened his expression to *I’m a bad-ass Bunny*, and pointed the blaster at the driver’s forehead.

The man on the passenger’s side bolted first, nearly falling on his face as he scrambled out of the car like a space rat escaping a doomed ship. The driver followed on his heels, desperately crawling over the empty seat. Still on all fours he launched himself onto the baking asphalt, then nearly toppled his cohort in bureaucratic crime.

Finally gaining their feet in a cartoon-like fashion, the two state officials raced toward a thick stand of trees, quickly disappearing from view. Star-hole hell, humans could tail-high run when it came down to saving their thin hides.

Busting out in laughter, Blade Runner doubled over. He only straightened when he heard the machine-roar approach of Durk and Zeo on what some called their crotch rockets.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


July 9, 2015

Operation Crunch, It’s a Go! by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 1:47 am
Summer reading in Talbot’s Peak…

Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Our Talbot’s Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch.


Operation Crunch, It’s a Go!

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as Gil opened his bottom desk drawer. Holy Peanuts! This was the third time this week that two state officials had demanded a meeting with him. They’d all but goon-rushed him this time, and were just now leaving the mayor’s mansion.

On top of that slick-bark tree, when he’d explained his constituents believed in taking care of themselves, and their neighbors… that there’d been a referendum against accepting state aid… then, when he’d told them about the case he’d presented against fracking because the local farmers and ranchers were being adversely affected… the two slick-willies in suits had threatened him with a contrived indictment for a crime he’d obviously never committed.

Gil sucked in a breath, and willing himself to remain calm, he picked up the  receiver. The old landline phone was untraceable and hardened against digital surveillance. Most important, it was a direct line to the library, and Kitty.

“You okay, Gil?” she immediately asked. “My spy-tracker team said those two state guys looked like they could chew nails.”

“Yeah, okay. I might be under indictment, though.”

“For what?!” Kitty burst out.

“No clue. That wasn’t specified…not exactly.” Visions of an intimidating chamber with a jury that had already been prepped to condemn him played in Gil’s head.

“No worries,” Kitty assured after a moment. “Dante will handle anything they legally throw at you. Whatever case they file can be wiped out of existence on their computers.”

“Any paperwork can be conveniently not received,” Gil added.

“That’s the idea,” Kitty encouraged, her tone bright.  “However, it’s definitely time for action…for a beastly message to be sent.”

“Message to be sent,” Gil repeated in a cautious voice. “What do you have in mind?”

“If you don’t know the plan, mayor, you won’t have to speak a falsehood.”

“Are werewolves involved?” Gil broke out into another sweat.

“I assure you no blood will be spilled. But think a Halloween prank gone wild.”

“Oh,” Gil paused, “you said no blood would be spilled.”


“No blood,” Kitty firmly assured, even as impatience clawed at her. “No physical harm…that is, unless they harm themselves. Sit tight, mayor,” she added. “I’ve got to hang up now. Time to go operational.”

“Operational,” Gil practically squeaked in what Kitty thought of as his squirrel voice.

“Goodbye, mayor.” Kitty placed the receiver in its cradle, and picked up her modified walkie talkie. To keep communications private, the frequency had been adjusted by Dante’s cyber team.

“It’s a go. Durk, Zeo, it’s a go. Tail them to the ambush point, and report. Wait for my final okay before Operation Crunch. Over and out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” two over-eager, male voices replied in unison.

In the background, Kitty heard the telltale growls of two lightweight motorcycles.
The nineteen year old shapeshifters — one a werewolf and the other a sabertooth tiger — affectionately called their customized rides, speed racers.

“The targets are in the car,” Durk, the werewolf, reported on his walkie talkie.

“They’re pulling out now. We’re on the case,” Zeo, the sabertooth, whispered in his tigery snarl.

The sound of their speed racers crackled over Kitty’s walkie talkie as they peeled out.

“Remember, any deviation in their route, let me know immediately. Over and out.” Kitty half-shouted.

“No problem. We got it,” Durk yelled over the roar of his motorcycle.

Kitty turned her attention to Blade Runner, the Peak’s own ET rabbit shapeshifter. He’d proven to be invaluable in many a battle to save Talbot’s Peak territory, including against epic fight against the mutant mammoth werewolf.

Sauntering closer to her desk, Blade Runner gave her a lazy wink, then his trademark grin.

“Ready for Operation Crunch?” she asked, appreciating the man’s suave *I’m cool* demeanor.

“Operation UFOS Are Real is about to commence.” The amusement in his voice couldn’t be missed, and Kitty could imagine Blade Runner’s rabbit ears twitching in their characteristic way whenever he shifted to man-rabbit humanoid, instead of his human form, as he was now.

“I will advise if the targets deviate from their route.” Kitty lifted the tiny round com device he’d given her.

“Later, Dante’s smitten kitten.” With a jaunty salute, Blade Runner spun around, heading for his small disc craft. Earlier, he’d landed the craft, fully cloaked of course, on top O’Malley’s Gin Joint. Under Dante’s direction — three years ago — the flat roof had been reinforced to hold the space ship’s weight when a leaking problem was repaired.


“Yeah, yeah. Got your carrot juice brew right here,” O’Malley greeted, shoving the tall stein toward Blade Runner.

“You’re quite sure you don’t want a complementary spin around the solar system?”  Blade Runner cocked a brow.

“Like the feel of good ole Earth beneath my paws, spaceman,” O’Malley grumped, then began wiping down the already clean bar. “Just make sure you put a big bad scare into those revenuer types.”

“Just for you.” Blade Runner tossed down a large swallow, then brew in hand he strode for the stairway that led to the roof.

Within minutes, he was inside, quaffing his carrot juice ale, and doing a system’s check. “All systems go. Firing up the jets…as the Earthers say.”

Blade Runner engaged the anti-grav, and ascended over the town. Who would have thought he’d actually enjoy being marooned on backwater planet Earth? And, even more surreal, have an alpha werewolf as a good and true friend. So universe-far, Dante always had his back, and never once threatened to put the predator’s bite on him.

But, as Blade Runner had come to understand, fate was stranger than fiction.

High in the blue Montana sky — above the usual flight path of the birds — Blade Runner touched the accelerate control. He zoomed toward the ambush spot he and Kitty had decided on.

With his disc ship on auto-pilot, he stepped back and stripped off his human attire, right down to his shiny silver skivvies. Really, one of his spacesuits.

“Eh, what’s up, doc?” he parodied, as he morphed into his version of Bugs Bunny.  After tucking a helmet under his arm, Blade Runner gave his tail a good shake.

If those moron clowns in lawyer suits didn’t believe in UFOS, or an alien rabbit… Blade Runner smirked… they just might change their ignorant tune after he finished with their arses. Oops, he thought, nope, he wasn’t doing the probe-abduct thing. Not again. Once was enough with that monster hunter idjit.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


July 3, 2015

His Amazon Warrioress… Meeting of the Alpha Minds At O’Malley’s Gin Joint by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 8:07 pm
Fireworks howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

When it rains trouble, it pours trouble on Talbot’s Peak. Mayor Gil has bought some time… but…

However, Delvezio couldn’t be happier. He figures all he has to do is prove himself to his Amazon warrioress… but yeah, always easier howled, then accomplished. Right?


His Amazon Warrioress

“Wolf,” Kazmyra spat at the tall, oddly-garbed shapeshifter. She hauled back on the reins, preparing to do battle. “If you value your life, you will not attack.”

Not two body’s lengths away, the man stood staring up at her — yet offered no sign he meant her harm. She had watched him leap from his strange metal wagon, then race toward her. No other from his gathering followed. Nor did any other of the shapeshifter inhabitants approach.

Never in all her days had she witnessed the signature energy forms of so many who could alter themselves to animal. Any moment, Kazmyra expected a charging vicious attack. Thus far, all she observed was curiosity carving the faces of those who watched her like a family of hawks.

The alpha man who continued devouring her with his gaze, did so from carnal desire, and from a ravenous wish to learn about her. That was in her favor in this peculiar land.

“Wolf,” he repeated. “Yes, I am man and wolf. My name is Delvezio.” He spoke in a broken version of her language, and while the sound of his voice was pleasing, his accent was utterly unfamiliar to her ear.

“I greet you in the name of all who live here.” The wolf human smiled, but not wide enough to bare his teeth.

“Here. What is this place? Where is this place?” Kazmyra soothed her nervous mare, stroking her neck. No doubt the unusual smells disturbed her.

‘You have been brought to the future.’

The witch entered her mind with ease, and Kazmyra started before she could control herself. She grabbed hold of her lance’s hilt, while scanning for the source of the supernatural voice. A woman with red-flowing hair similar in color to hers moved cautiously toward the wolf man, Delvezio.

‘The lightning from the dying beast opened a pathway to this time, this place,’ the witch explained. Her language couldn’t be determined. It was the pictures flooding Kazmyra’s head that caused her to understand, to realize she had been catapulted far, far away from her land. Her time on the MotherLand.

As the monster of uncertainty seized Kazmyra, she fought, dismissing her enemy, fear.

“This is Sapphyra, a friend.” The wolf embraced the witch’s shoulders to demonstrate his words.

“She understands me telepathically.” Again, the witch’s language remained a mystery as she spoke to Delvezio.

‘I am telling him I can speak to your mind.’ The woman, Sapphyra, sent waves of calmness, of a desire to help.

Able to sense deception despite any meek appearance, Kazmyra stated, “Tell Sapphyra I will accept her help. I am lost from my home land. Is there a place I might stay, where my battle skills will be useful?”


Delvezio repeated the Amazon’s words, then asked, “Sapphyra, can you get leave from the bank today?”

“I was practically shoved out the door when I said I could possibly communicate with our newest arrival.” Sapphyra gave a small, somewhat nervous laugh. “El Presidente said they’d survive without my managerial and psychic input.”

“The Bull Man would say that.” Delvezio shot what he hoped was a reassuring smile to the warrioress, who watched them with fierce, blue-jewel eyes. “She can stay at the ranch I’ve been renovating. First, why don’t you establish a relationship with her. Anything you think she needs I’ll pay for. I’ve got this unavoidable meeting with Mayor Gil —”

“No, you don’t,” Gil announced from somewhere behind Delvezio. “Since you evidently speak her…her language, I designate you in charge of making our latest arrival feel welcome.”

From the mouth of destiny to the mayor’s mouth… that’s how Delvezio saw it. Inside he rejoiced. Yeah-howls! A full effing river of happiness overtook him, body and soul.

“How do you know her language?” Sapphyra was asking, even as she kept a friendly eye contact with the warrioress, who encompassed them with her intent gaze.

“My parents,” Delvezio silently sent his thanks to them. “They researched, translated, and spoke ancient languages related to our heritage.”

“There is a place where you are welcome, and needed for defense,” Delvezio formally addressed, while his heart danced a tango. “You and your magnificent horse.”


Meeting of the Alpha Minds At O’Malley’s Gin Joint

Questions, like a hive of pissed off bees, buzzed in Delvezio’s head. Fresh  from the meeting with Mayor Gil, and the townsfolk, he and Dante strode side-by-side toward O’Malley’s Gin Joint, a venerable institution in the Peak – and a safe haven from the SkyNet surveillance now aimed at Talbot’s Peak territory.

To not give away their tech-advanced hand, their cyber team allowed a certain amount of spying, often subtly scrubbing the gathered info later. In this instance, the chessboard move had been deemed necessary, given the dire situation in Talbot’s Peak.

A block away from the gin joint, Dante gave the hand signal that their cyber shield had been activated – this, under the guise of his friendly wave to someone who hollered his name.

“What the hell just happened in there?” Delvezio growled only for Dante’s ears. “Besides protecting the mayor from those ready to call for a new election?”

“Yeah, had to put on a show to save Gil from a recall petition. We also had to act to save his were-squirrel butt from outside enemy forces.” As he spoke, Dante took hold of Kitty’s hand, bringing her close to his side.”After you left for town, Basque wolfman, our AI-assassin girl dug deeper and found a new threat, not only to the mayor, but to every living soul in TP territory.”

“A cat and mouse game directly from the evil empire.” Righteous anger colored Kitty’s outwardly calm voice.

“The whole fracking thing is a front for infiltration…for bad-guy occupation of our territory,” Delvezio muttered in a low growl. “Gil didn’t realize that, did he?”

“He thought after a meeting with Dante that he was making the right move by providing certain statistics to save our mountain water supply,” Kitty offered. “I didn’t realize how much the mayor was being pressured…blackmailed even. Threats were made against his children.”

“Gil didn’t want a midnight werewolf hunt, either,” Dante growly added. “So, he played the political game. Biding for time. Said he didn’t have time to contact me beforehand.”

“The mayor still doesn’t realize what we’re really facing, does he?” Delvezio mused.

“Howls to hell, right on, Basque wolfman. Our Witch’s Circle picked up on that fracking-op a few days ago, and warned me there was a real bad moon rising on the Peak. But we didn’t have a reference point, or a designated enemy. Shadows remained shadows whenever our witches and psychics sought answers. On top of that our cyber team was too busy discovering ways to stealthily eliminate any and all census data from the state’s computers, and from the NSA’s digital cloud.”

“Yeah, alpha-boss, I got it.” Delvezio shoved open the door to O’Malley’s for Dante and Kitty, then handed off to Vernon.

A sense of relief instantly flooded him. The older werewolf owner, Keirnan O’Malley, didn’t allow any type of e-device in his vintage-style gin joint, and had with Dante’s assistance, used key materials to insulate from wi-fi signals — plus other harmful EMFs. And the coup de grace, O’Malley had outfitted his basement conference room with further shielding superior to a Faraday cage.

Most of Dante’s Alpha Protection team waited in the conference room for a meeting of the minds. The temporary truce between Dante and his sire, Damien, still held, and once they entered, Delvezio scented the vicious werewolf, who had originally taken over Talbot’s Peak. His top pack members were present, and surrounded their alpha, arms folded, legs braced.

In the far corner, Zhere Ghan regally perched on an over-sized pillow. His contingent of ninjas ringed him. Of late the Tiger Yakuza leader had proven to be a true ally in defending the Peak. Delvezio figured it was because the tiger shifter possessed a healthy sense of self preservation, and wanted to keep his local empire.

White Fang gave Dante a quick wink, the signal that the situation was under control. The super wolf, and another one of his kind, Night Runner, would be acting as referees — for all intents and purposes, bad-ass bouncers. If needed.

Delvezio stationed himself near one of the exits, prepared to assist White Fang and Night Runner. And to speak should Dante give him the nod.

“Gentlemen, Ladies, I trust whatever food and drink you requested has been served,” Dante began, his alpha authority obvious behind a soft paw. Once the murmurs and nods ceased, he continued. “Let’s get this show on the road then. As some of you know, we face a military occupation of Talbot’s Peak territory. Let me say, all ideas and solutions will be entertained. However, I ask that you hear me and my Protection team out first.”


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


June 26, 2015

Delvezio slid his car, a classic sports convertible he’d rebuilt… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 9:39 pm

Happy Belated Summer Solstice howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Well, it seems not everyone in Talbot’s Peak is *overjoyed* with the idea of Mayor Gil’s census, even for a larger food supply. This is their side of the story… And! Yes, this flash scene is also a continuation of last week’s flash, Amazon Warrioress In Talbot’s Peak.

Btw, a warning: the copyright cartel in Hollywood is attempting to copyright everything not nailed down, and nailed down… D*sney, the mouse empire, wants to send you a bill even if you say their company name in a personal email. No, this isn’t a joke. This was just reported by Max Kaiser, a man in the know.

Delvezio slid his car, a classic sports convertible he’d rebuilt…

Determined to wolf-nip trouble in the bud or the butt, Delvezio slid his car, a classic sports convertible he’d rebuilt, into the parking spot closest to the Peak’s radio station. Not wanting to miss one word of Mayor Gil’s appeal to line up for a census, he touched the volume of his radio on high, then settled back, one arm slung across the back of his two-seater.

On instinct, Delvezio sniffed the wind. The green-blooming smells of summer buzzed pleasurably through him, and he cracked a quick smile. As well, his wolf salivated over the plateful of delicious food odors wafting from various restaurants. For moments, he gathered in the informative scents about his Peakite family, who was in town and their location.

Delvezio couldn’t help shaking his head at the current situation. Where the miscommunications had occurred, he and Dante couldn’t figure. He swiped his hand through his wind-tangled, longish hair.

Over a late dinner at the English Pub, he and Dante had banged their two brains together in an attempt to discover, to analyze what had gone wrong. Word from their mole in the mayoral mansion was that Gil believed Talbot’s Peak was short of food, and needed state aid.

Was new fatherhood somehow causing the mayor to be wrongly concerned about the amount of ‘eats’ available? Had he forgotten how to decode their emails? Yeah-snarls, coded because hackers ruled the cyber world, and the dark net was a convenient dumping ground for their hacking victories.

Yip-grrrs… obvious as original sin, no one in the outside world needed to know about the gargantuan, five years worth of food, medicines, and other necessities carefully catalogued and stored at the subterranean shelter, that was attached to the Pleasure Club complex.

As the man-wolf in charge of purchasing supplies for Dante’s enormous underground emergency shelter, Delvezio had kept the mayor in the loop, appraising him of their latest preparations, of how much food they’d stored, and now had access to — especially from Zance and Dontoya’s cattle-buffalo ranch… and TP’s own Digger, the gardening wolf shifter, and his rabbit shifter cohorts. In fact, all around town, in the public areas, folks had planted veggies and fruits that were free for the picking when ripe. And no pesticides allowed.

Delvezio impatiently tossed his head, and bared his teeth for an instant. Then he fine-tuned in the Tabs and Fuzzy show… not his humor bone to chew on, but he admired their early-morning dedication, and their willingness to let it ‘all hang out’.

As he kept his outer cool, his inner wolf snapped at the aggravation of having to handle this political snafu, instead of visiting the small, organic berry farm that was willing to sell whatever their regular customers didn’t buy. But they’d requested a face-to-face with him first.

Hell howls, for the last year, he and his team had busted their butts setting up an organic greenhouse supply chain throughout their Talbot’s Peak territory. They’d also traveled the state contracting with ranchers and farmers. And not to further growl about the local hunters who brought in their surplus meat for storage in the nearby, ice-cool cave his team had outfitted.

Delvezio knew he didn’t mean it…Gil was a good guy with a caring heart…but it almost felt like the mayor slapped him across the muzzle.

“Del…Delvie” the feminine, feline voice hailed. With an amused mumble-grumble under his breath, he watched the audacious teenager, Brenda Oldman, head toward him, her gait a slinky run.

“Brenda,” he co-opted the conversation first, “heard you had quite the serenade the other night.” Delvezio grinned wolf-large.

She sauntered closer, turning on her female charm. Every line of her body oozed with her budding sexuality, as did her smile. “Yeah, well…it was kinda flattering, if you know I mean. Course, Dad, had to make a big production out of it, chase them off by actually throwing shoes.” Brenda rolled her eyes.

“Dads are like that. Always protecting their daughters.” Delvezio gave her a paternal grin to remind Brenda, once again, that he had no carnal interest in her. However, he certainly appreciated her real enthusiasm as a regular volunteer who collected leftover food from the Pleasure Club’s restaurants, then distributed it to area families needing a helping paw — mostly to those who lived a good long trek from town. “I hope you’re planning an extra special day for your Dad.”

“Mom, I, and the brother, are treating him to one of McDuff’s Scottish meals. Dad’s got a thing for the Scot’s Best of Breed Pub, and the hearty fare there, as he calls it.” With a teenager’s patented dismissive shrug, Brenda added. “The scones and clotted cream are always good.”

“Nobody does it better than Duff McDuff when it comes kilt-wearin’ dining.” Delvezio rumbled a short laugh at his botched imitation of the Scottie dog warrior.

“The kilt-wearing scenery is hot.” Brenda naughtily smiled as she sidled closer.  She rested a hip on the side of his convertible. “You’ve never told me where you’re from, and I can’t place that yummy accent of yours.”

“The Basque Country in northern Spain.” Delvezio made a show of increasing the radio’s volume. When Brenda didn’t a chatter a followup, he glanced at her. “Do you need a lesson in geography?”

“Maybe,” she sing-sang while rocking her shoulders. “Awesomely explains why you remind me of a matador, but you don’t look exactly Spanish.”

“I hope that’s a compliment,” Delvezio bantered as he straightened from the radio.  He beamed a paternal smile at her.

“Sure is. But hey, handsome, why are you in town this early?”

“I’m meeting with the mayor after his radio debut with our infamous local celebrities, Tabs and Fuzzy.”

“Oh…wow. Okay. Gotta run some errands for Mom. See ya later.” With a dazzling, come-hither smile, Brenda spun around and hurried off.

“Teenage girls, especially cat shifters… gotta love ’em,” Delvezio growly muttered, then eased back against the leather seat. Unlike Dante, and many of the wolf alphas in the Peak, he’d never been a cat-tail chaser, preferring the company of lady canine shifters. Usually.

As he waited, Delvezio waved to many who passed by, including the bunny twins as he thought of them. Since arriving two years ago, he’d become friendly with many in town, especially those he did business with on behalf of Dante’s emergency shelter.

Hearing Gil’s intro, he laser-focused his attention.

“Mind if I join you?” Kitty’s quiet but intense voice cut through his thoughts instantly. Delvezio shot his gaze to her.

“Hop in, Dante’s girl. Sounds like our mayor is about to make his pitch.”

“You would think our protest-raid when Linc was mayor, that Gil would be smarter than this. Wonder what’s got his tightie-whities in a wad? Not enough nuts this time of year?” Kitty spoke as she slid into the seat next to him.

“Could be a case of mind control. Voice-to-skull tech is being used like there’s no tomorrow. Although, our cyber team didn’t find any conclusive evidence of an electronic attack on Gil.”

“The world is getting more wonky-insane everyday. Stress could be kicking the mayor in the pants, even though we’ve managed to keep a good quality of life here in the Peak. Still, dangle goodies in front of some, and they can’t resist what looks like a free handout.”

Delvezio heard Kitty sigh deeply a moment before Gil launched into his well-meant, heartfelt appeal to Peakites. How many would leap like a fish for the baited hook… Delvezio put the bite on his thoughts. If he couldn’t convince the mayor TP didn’t need state aid, and too many jumped aboard this train to certain hell… other peaceful measures would have to be taken.

“Brain-addled,” Kitty muttered in a low yowl, once Gil finished speaking.

“Has da mayor gone bonkers-wonkers? What bad movie am I watchin here?” Ralph the Bear stopped in his tracks, and aimed his gaze at Delvezio. “Who’s he tryin’ to kid here? I ain’t no puppet. Nobody from the government is pullin’ my strings, tellin’ me what I can eat like they’re doin’ in those human warehouse schools. Those poor kids ain’t got a chance. Their brains are gonna be mush.”

Delvezio could only nod in agreement. He couldn’t have spoken it better.

“That’s right,” Sozchy, the Love Wolfess, jumped in, her voice far more strident than when she was on the air with her ‘love advice’ radio show.  “What is the Mayor thinking? I like Gil, he’s been a good mayor. But he’s not thinking. Clearly not thinking,” she emphasized, her jaw tight. “Doesn’t he get the long-term game?” Sozchy balled her fists in anger. “First they lure us in with free food, then they’ll tell us we won’t be able to forage or hunt in our own forests for food. Not if we want more handouts. And they’ll be some who get hooked, and believe they can’t survive. That’s what they did to the Native Americans. They stole their land, and forced them to become dependent.”

“You gotta do something, Del.” Graystone, one of the ranchers who sold eggs and chickens to the Pleasure Club, stalked toward him, his face turning redder by the moment. Mostly human, with a wolf shifter grandfather, he’d settled in area, and now had a going concern, and a large family. “And I ain’t lettin’ my wife or children chomp down on any of that GMO Mon-Satan-O frankenfood they’ll be foisting off on us. And if anyone else has got a lick o’ sense, they won’t mess with that crap either. But there’s a group of fools at the post office celebrating like it’s… what was that Purple Rain song?”

“Celebrating like it’s 1999 by Prince, who isn’t Prince, but is,” Sozchy answered.

“I plan on meeting with the mayor soon as he returns to his office,” Delvezio addressed the growing crowd.

“They bring that pesticide-laden frankenfood here, and I’ll burn it to the ground.” Sharla brandished her designer bag. “On second thought, I’m getting my pitchfork and torch ready to run them out of town.”

Before his mind’s eye, Delvezio all too easily saw Sharla astride her black stallion shifter mate, Zoronado, flaming torch in hand. Everyone knew she was one feisty human, and didn’t back down.

“Hold on.” Delvezio raised his hand in a conciliatory manner. “Dante and I will be working behind the scenes to keep everything as it is, and keep the state out of our supernatural-morphing hair.”

“I say my mate is quite correct in this matter.” Zoronado appeared from somewhere, and claimed his Sharla’s waist. “It is wise to prepare now. We cannot allow such a travesty.”

“No, we can’t,” Delvezio firmly stated. “You’re right. Everyone prepare. In the meantime, let me talk with the mayor. Nip this in the butt.”

“Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.” Kitty softly spoke in the momentary silence.

“Recall petition!” Mary Lou shouted in a whinny, being a horse shifter. Even in her human form, she galloped toward them. “What’s the mayor doing? Even thinking about letting any state official in our town. If I have to, I’ll boycott the mayor and any business that goes along with this… hell’s bells, with any state law. I’ve had enough!”

“Good idea,” Kitty yelled to the ever-burgeoning crowd. “Who’s onboard with a recall petition? That is, if Gil continues on this ‘dangerous to us’ all path.”

“Besides,” Mary Lou sniffed loudly. “What about my business, TP’s Livestock Center? I’ll lose the business I need to keep going, folks. I’ve got hay and grain shipments coming in by the truckload. Enough for everyone. And everyone knows I keep my prices fair.”

Delvezio knew for a fact Mary Lou did keep her prices fair as possible. He, and one of his trusted team members, regularly worked with her to make certain all the area ranchers received the feed they needed for their livestock.

“Dang, if you’re not right on point, Mary Lou. I know I’ll lose business, and who knows how many of us small entrepreneurs will lose business, even have to go out of business.” Ben, a brown bear shifter, and an organic seed supplier to the local farmers, barreled through the crowd to pin Delvezio with his outraged gaze. “Many of us moved to the Peak for the good opportunities here, and the freedom to do business.”

“Here, here!” Stormy, a local rancher, and Dane, the puma shifter’s mate, hollered. We got a good thing going in this Talbot’s Peak community. We know how to regulate ourselves, and take care of our own. Why are we going to let anyone ruin that?”

“I’m for running anyone going along with this outta town. Like Sharla says. And I got the bikers to do it.” Stephanos, a wolf-lion hybrid, barking-roared loud enough to be heard above the crowd.

“Stephanos,” Kitty calmly addressed. “I’m with you. I’ll ride with you, if it comes to that. But, there’s no use in starting a civil war right here in our beloved Peak. I’m certain Dante has a plan to circumvent all of this. If need be.”

“Let me say this,” Delvezio calmly boomed his voice. “Most of you know Dante has a crack cyber team. Let’s just say, this team has stopped certain intrusions by the establishment, and the state already.”

Murmurs spiked and peaked around Delvezio as this info was absorbed.

The rapid clatter of hoofbeats startled them all. Delvezio leaped upward, standing on his car seat. What met his gaze simply astounded him, and he was damn well used to the unusual, to any number of paranormal events. His life had been nothing but such supernatural happenings. Since his birth.

A woman warrior, astride a horse the color of burnished gold, galloped in his direction. She reminded him of the legendary Amazon-tribe women, and was so breath-stealing in beauty, he gasped inward.

His heart clattered along with the sound of her horse’s hooves, as “Omygawd,” tidal-waved around him.

“Has she come to take on the mayor?” Ben, the bear baritone-shouted.

“I hope so,” chorused around Delvezio.




Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


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