ShapeShifter Kisses

December 31, 2015

Dyntr, wolf shifter and a former high plains drifter… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:16 pm

Happy New Year Howls and Yowls, Shapeshifter Lovers. 

Say goodbye to 2015! Yep, the year was almost a whirlwind. And likely 2016 will be the same, as far as this ‘quickening’ speed.

Once again, it took me all day to write this flash scene. As usual, just too many interruptions. Anyway, Kazsmere and Dyntr are two new characters in Wolf Peak Territory.  Maybe, they’ll be celebrating the New Year together. ~smiles~


Dyntr, wolf shifter and a former high plains drifter… 

“No!” Kazsmere wailed. Her heart thumped in that way when she knew something horrible had just happened—a feeling she was all too familiar with in her short life.

Panic fueled her, and she running-crunched through the near foot of snow, toward the bent-trunk pine tree. He lay on his side, his body freezing in the close to zero temps.

Kazsmere fell to her knees immediately. She wrapped her arms around his beautiful fur body, hugging him close. He was dead. She felt it, knew it.

His breath of life was gone.

Hadn’t he told her his time had come? Over the past several months, he’d embraced her in his fatherly manner, saying, “It’s a good day to die.”

Even so, the terrible sting of his passing to the Great Beyond cut through Kazsmere, a merciless knife. She wept, her tears a downpour…so fast they didn’t freeze on her cheeks.

Wind Cloud, her wolf in man and animal form, had been her mentor, her companion since her escape from the shadow-gov compound. Some five years ago.

They’d been on the run for three of those years, until finding Talbot Peak territory…now, as she understood it, Wolf Peak Territory. For two years, not quite trusting anyone—and not wanting to endanger anyone with those who hunted them—the two of them lived in a huge, dugout lair.

Rarely interacting with anyone in town or at the Pleasure Club compound, they’d managed on their own, living comfortably enough. Now…she didn’t care. Kazsmere wanted her precious friend back. Selfishly, she wanted him back in his body.

She hugged his lifeless form tighter. More tears rained down her cheeks.

‘Little One,’ she heard. ‘I cannot return. My time on Mother Earth is finished.’ Kazsmere felt his spirit hand on her shoulder, comforting her. ‘You will be protected. I promise.’

‘No,’ she screamed in her mind. ‘Please, come back…please… I love you… please…”

Still, knowing it was not to be—her heart cracking in two—Kazsmere gently laid Wind Cloud’s wolf body onto its bed of snow. She knew he’d chosen this old, bent, but proud-limbed tree. Heavy with pine needles, and inches of snow…yet, Wind Cloud had placed himself where she could easily see him. So she would know how and why he’d gone to his spirit home.

God! The pain was a giant razor slicing through her.


Dyntr, wolf shifter and a former high plains drifter, loped over the area of Wolf Peak Territory he regularly patrolled for Dante. They’d come to a quick arrangement when he’d first arrived, several winters past—that was, a large, comfortably outfitted cabin and his rooms inside the Pleasure Club’s survival wing, known as Bunkerville—in trade for his eyes and wolf-nose surveillance, his regular reports about who came and went, and how well the land and wildlife fared.

So far, he’d faithfully kept his side of the bargain, and intended to keep doing so. After all, the rewards had him howling with glee. He’d also made steadfast friends with several of those who were loyal to Dante.

With his nose fully operational, it took Dyntr only minutes to find the woman he’d promised Dante to watch over. This, despite her protector wolfman.

What was she doing out in these frigid-to-the-bone temps?

Dyntr soon discovered why. She knelt, holding Wind Cloud’s corpse. The smell of her tears flooded his nostrils, and touched his heart deeply.

He crept closer, his footfalls almost silent. The woman was a raving beauty. But he’d kept his distance, well knowing her distrust of anyone and everyone. And there’d been the fact that she and the shaman wolf shifter wanted to be left alone.

Given his preference for hermit-like privacy, and his preference for lots of dang breathing room, Dyntr respected that choice.

Now… she needed someone. And he was just the wolf for the job, not withstanding his word to Dante.

Dyntr altered his course, circling so she would have a clear view of his slow, non-aggressive approach. What he did know about Kazsmere, she possessed wolf shifter blood, and had been learning how to morph.

When Dante asked him to watch over Kazsmere, he’d revealed she’d been a captive of a secret nefarious group, but escaped with the help of an infiltrator, a shifter he knew personally, who was a private mercenary, and on another mission.

At the time of her capture, Kazsmere hadn’t known her mother had been impregnated with a wolfman’s sperm. That as his daughter, she’d been under constant surveillance, and ultimately retrieved by the sinister, gene-manipulating lab.

Dyntr lowered his head the moment she spotted him. He moved even more slowly.

“I know you.” She spoke in a teary voice, sniffling. “Wind Cloud…” she glanced at his body, now lying on the blanket of snow, “he said you lived near us…that you were part of Dante’s patrol team.”

Dyntr sat on his rump, and gave an affirming nod. Given he’d be bare-ass naked if he shifted, he remained as wolf.

His gaze steady on her, Dyntr looked for a sign as to what he should do next. He wasn’t leaving Kazsmere out here by herself. No sirreee. .

Unexpected by him, that was for damn certain, she opened her arms wide. “Please, can I give you a hug? I—I…you’re a handsome wolf…I—I would love to hug you.”

Before he knew his legs were moving, Dyntr walked into her arms. She hugged him fully, without reserve, and he couldn’t help but feel her natural love of wolves.

In moments, Dyntr heard her choking sobs. She wept hard, clinging to him as her body jerked with her grief.

Once her tears ended, and she simply held onto him, her fists balled in his coat,  Dyntr leaned back. He licked her face.

“He’s gone,” she murmured. “I mean he’s physically gone. I still feel him…in, in the spirit world.”

Dyntr nodded his head against her cheek to let her know he understood.

“What now?” she asked mournfully. Letting go of him, she sat back on her heels. “I know Wind Cloud wants to leave his body here, let Mother Nature have final say over him.”

Dyntr watched her stand. Shakily, she straightened. “I have to go back, take care of the fire.”

Knowing Dante would understand, would approve, Dyntr moved beside Kazsmere as if he were now her companion wolf. With a single sob, she sunk her gloved hand into his neck ruff, and they moved together toward her lair.

“Thanks, thanks, for walking me back.” She paused. “Dyntr is your name, right?”

He brushed his head against her leg letting Kazsmere know that was his name.

“I heard in town…they called you a cowboy drifter…that you resemble Clint Eastwood, when he was younger. True?”

Again, Dyntr touched her leg with his head. Clint Eastwood, the actor? Well heck, no skin off his hide, if she believed that. At least, not for now.

Later she could tell him if he looked like Mr Make My Day.

The most important matter was to get Kazsmere back home, make certain she was safe, cared for.

He’d contact Dante, let him or one of his pack know the situation.

“I’ll bet we could communicate mind to mind…if we try. You know, I’m part wolf shapeshifter.”

Dyntr grinned, his wolf lips curling upward. Was his dream of having a beautiful mate, one who wanted to share his wild forest lifestyle about to come true?

If the Great Wolf One was kind…


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

December 24, 2015

In the spirit of the season… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 2:15 am

Merry Christmas and Happy Howlidays, shapeshifter lovers. 

Gosh, what a busy-busy day. Hence my flash scene has been delayed. This week stars White Fang Khent, ace crime reporter. He was my very first character in Talbot Peak. Because, at the time, someone had to rescue Kitty [Dante’s beloved mate].

One of these days, I may even get to finish White Fang and Pasha’s erotic love story. Yes, a lot of their story is already written.

ONCE AGAIN: Every soul, shifter and supernatural, wishes you and yours the merriest and most miraculous of holidays.


In the spirit of the season… 

In the spirit of the season, White Fang Khent, super wolf shifter and ace reporter, hung the festive holly wreathe on the front door of the Moonrise Daily Tribune, a quaint, two storey building with tall, white-framed windows. He and Night Runner, another super wolf from his homeworld of Syxxrion, had used their flash-speed to put up the red-brick structure, nearly overnight. That is, after carefully studying the blueprints supplied by the architects on Dante’s staff.

As he and Pasha stood together, gazing at the bronze plaque above the white, wooden, double doors, she squeezed his arm lovingly. “Moonrise Daily Tribune,” his Egyptian cat goddess purred. “I would never have believed I’d find this simple town lifestyle quite appealing.”

“Quite appealing. I share your thoughts about our little town.” White Fang stroked his lover’s arm. “There’s a sense of freedom here, Pasha. I don’t have to hide who I am. Not anymore.”

“Yes, I know.” The soft depth of Pasha’s voice arrowed straight into his heart. “I am freer to be myself. With my powers it has never been easy. I believe I am even beginning to appreciate the snowflakes swirling around us.”

Even though the Montana winter wickedly snarled and howled around them, the farm town Dante purchased—then christened Moonrise Lake—had quickly grown in population and buildings. Given recent snowstorms had dumped a couple of feet of the white stuff, he and Pasha bundled up—coats, hats, boots, gloves.

Then, for the romping-joy of it, they’d tromped through the snow, touring the idyllic American town. After all, not many in town owned the time or energy to shovel off the sidewalks. Not yet.

Yet Christmas holiday lights and decorations cheerily graced the shops and homes. A troupe of teen shifters/supernaturals had enthusiastically offered to string the red, green, and white lights. With the assistance of the ram firefighters, Zerlo and Dilesco, the teens put up the tiny bright lights. Afterward, they caroled popular holiday songs before the town square’s Christmas tree. Of course, they’d been rewarded with hot apple cider, hot chocolate, and holiday cookies.

“Here we go. Let’s go inside.” White Fang turned the brass handle, opening the door. Lit by winter’s noon sun, the gleaming wood interior installed by Dante’s team of builders, greeted him and Pasha.

Soon equipment and furnishings would fill the building. Also, a tunnel from the Pleasure Club complex would be constructed.

Once the notice went out that there’d be a town paper, dog-rabid interest ensued. Interviewing for editors, reporters, an office crew, had taken much of White Fang’s time the last several days.

As they strolled from room to room, his beautiful Pasha hugged his arm. “I never felt like I belonged in Talbot Peak, as accepting as many were,” she confided. “Truth, my handsome beast,” her tone turned solemn, “since the glory days of Egypt I’ve never felt I belonged anywhere on Earth. Now…I–I…this is beginning to feel like home. A real home.”

White Fang halted, facing his woman. He beheld Pasha’s exotic lovely face, looked into her jewel-blazing eyes. “You belong in my arms,” he rumbled passionately.

“I belong in your arms,” she softly returned. Passion caused her gaze to become half-lidded.

Their gazes melted into one another, and White Fang witnessed her fiery fierce love for him deep within her eyes. Over the years, he’d done all in his power as a man to stoke those flames of love. From Pasha’s first seduction of him, their passion ignited like wildfire, an unstoppable roaring wildfire neither one of them wanted to put out.

Yet, he’d wanted her well-guarded heart as well.

“Country home or an apartment close to town?” he asked tenderly.

Pasha frowned slightly. “You gave up the apartment in Talbot Peak long ago…why?…”

“You know I’ll have to be the paw/hand behind the scenes at the paper. At least, for a time.” White Fang enfolded her hand, gently squeezing. “No,” he answered her look of concern, “I would never give up our suite at the Pleasure Club. Never.”

“What about the tunnel, my ace reporter? Not that I—”

“Won’t be built until Spring. Besides, I’m thinking, my Pasha, that a home will give us a closer connection to the townsfolk.”

“Do you mean as in trusting you with news tips?”

Adoring her phrasing and accent, White Fang kissed the tip of Pasha’s nose. He gave a short nod. “That, and folks trusting me, and therefore trusting the newspaper.”

“You want to keep a muckraker nose and eye out too, don’t you?” Smiling, she arched a brow.

“Can’t let ourselves be infiltrated by state bureaucrats, or any enemy group.” White Fang drew his Pasha close, and she rested her cheek against his chest.

“I could monitor the gossip in town,” she offered. “Although my social skills are lacking in this culture.”

“You’ll learn.” White Fang spoke tenderly. “You didn’t answer my question, beloved Pasha. Would you prefer to live in town…”

“Country home,” she interrupted, her voice an eager purr. “However, you must agree to allow my decorating skills.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, darling.”  White Fang embraced his cat goddess, and rocked her. “You have final say over the house’s design. I promise.”

“When you promise, handsome, it’s gold.” Pasha cupped his face between her gloved hands. Love sparkled her eyes.

White Fang covered her hands with his. Love coursed through him, blazing, an inferno that spilled from his heart. “We have an appointment at Kalindi’s shop for her special hot chocolate.”

“We do?” Pasha lilted, her tone teasing.

“We do. We have house plans to look over.”

Pasha raised on tiptoe throwing her arms around his neck. Their kiss should have burned down the Moonrise Daily Tribune. Before the newspaper even launched.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 


December 19, 2015

Goodbye, Gone with wild sweep of the winds… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 3:08 pm

Merry Christmas and Happy Howlidays, shapeshifter lovers. 

In this flash scene, Dante and Kitty, move forward in their lives. The time has come to say the final goodbye to Talbot Peak…to begin a new chapter of their lives in Wolf Peak Territory…to build their small town of Moonrise, Montana.

Every soul, shifter and supernatural, wishes you and yours the merriest and most miraculous of holidays.


Goodbye, Gone with wild sweep of the winds… 

From his underground tunnel Dante, alpha werewolf, took a last look at the basement room beneath the Talbot Peak library. Silently, he woofed ‘goodbye’ to the shifter/supernaturals’ town—to all those he once cared deeply about. Including Mayor Gilbert, and the mayor’s pal, Chewie, the rat shifter from New York City.

The unfortunate situation Gilbert, the white were-squirrel, had caused was like a fur hunter’s steel-spring trap. Dante didn’t intend to be cruelly trapped. He didn’t intend to allow all those he loved, those who remained loyal to him, to be captured or assassinated by any number of diabolical enemies—enemies from across the planet.

Already Talbot Peak crawled with undercover agents from various, super secret organizations. Yeah, howls from hell, cryptid hunters, monster hunters, and avid paranormal investigators, arrived daily.

There’d been no way for his cyber team to stop the viral communication exposing Talbot Peak, especially on the dark net. And scat dammit, the town’s computers were under constant hack attacks—from the amateur who simply wanted info about shapeshifters to the shadowy groups whose mission was to murder every living shifter.

Dante growled mentally, savagely. He’d recently sent his own covert team into Talbot Peak to keep an eye on the unfolding deadly nightmare. As humans, they were likely to be ignored,  even with their super psychic powers.

A mix of fierce emotions raced through Dante as he closed the tunnel’s round, ten-foot titanum door. Sadness, disappointment, regret, fury—compassion for the innocent who stayed blind, and pity for those who believed the establishment cared about them.

The loud solid clank as the tunnel door settled into position ripped through Dante, in a painful way he hadn’t expected. Howls! He’d put his wolf heart and soul into building up Talbot Peak.

Spinning the locking mechanism, Dante sealed the door. He’d had the roomy tunnel constructed from the Pleasure Club to the library for two main reasons. First, for his beloved Kitty, so she could easily come to him without being detected—and so he could come to her. Over the past several years, their love and lust for each other had only grown. Beyond what he dared to imagine.

The second reason, should there ever be a catastrophic event where the town needed to be evacuated, everyone could have been moved to Bunkerville, the prepper-survival wing he’d built inside his Pleasure Club compound. Dante’d made certain his survival team stocked enough food and supplies to take care of every man, woman, and child for several years.


Now that was gone. Gone with wild sweep of the winds over Wolf Peak Territory.

And, now to keep everyone in his pack’s territory safe, Dante sealed both of his tunnels into Talbot Peak. Earlier in the day, he’d shut off the other tunnel that opened beneath the highschool gymnasium. That had been the designated gathering point in an case of an emergency evacuation.

“Goodbye,” Kitty teary-whispered. She stood behind him.

“Goodbye,” Dante echoed. He spun to his Kitty.

His beautiful mate’s face dripped with slow-rolling tears. Her gorgeous eyes were pools reflecting the devastating sadness that lived deep inside her.

As if to shield herself from more pain, his woman clutched an enormous, gold-lettered, leather-bound tome to her chest. Beside her was a large rolling cart where she’d stacked her personal collection of ancient manuscripts, and the last of her belongings.

During the week they’d moved her possessions out of the small house Kitty owned, where she’d lived ever since her family’s arrival in Talbot Peak. Several years before his sire, Daemon, had taken over the small, off-the-beaten-path town, they’d fallen in love, become teenage lovers.

But because his werewolf sire ferociously, ruthlessly hated feline shifters, and Kitty’s life had been in danger, Dante had roared out of the Peak on his Harley. He’d traveled the world, explored whatever fascinated him, and found other hidden shifter and supernatural communities. He’d befriended many, as they’d befriend him.

Now, he was leaving Talbot Peak again. The difference, his Kitty was beside him, his forever mate. That’s all that mattered. That, and the Wolf Peak home he could provide to keep her safe from his sire, from the barbaric, cunning evils of the world.

Together, over the past years, they’d built a strong, prospering community of shapeshifters and supernatural types. Now… howls to Mother Moon… now, they would continue, move forward, along with those in his Inner Circle of Protectors—like White Fang, his right hand super-wolf man.

As Dante approached, his Kitty carefully placed the tome she’d discovered inside a Templar type of chest on the cart. “Yes, go ahead. Thank you.” She gave a grateful nod to Kailla, her assistant.

The human woman had recently moved to Talbot Peak to work in the library. Given Kailla was being wooed by Thundercloud, a silver wolf-god, she’d decided to live at the Pleasure Club complex. Besides, Dante knew from Kitty that Kailla despised corrupt politicians, and believed strongly in free speech— in the right of creative free expression. That she wanted no part in the high-handed way Gilbert was currently running Talbot Peak.

Dante took Kitty in his arms, hugging her close. He felt her teardrops as their hearts joined, beating in sync. For long moments, they simply stood together, embracing each other—wrapped in each other, wrapped in that perfect and sacred union of male and female.

“We’ll build a better town. We’ll make certain everyone has a wonderful Christmas holiday.” His Kitty spoke with spirited determination. Raising her head, she gazed at him, and Dante lost himself in the sparkling loveliness that were her eyes.

“No use crying over spilt milk…right?” his woman quipped. She trailed her fingertips along his cheek, and smiled a tiny brave smile.

“It’s all about protecting our own right now… and celebrating the season, my beautiful kitten.”

“Yes…it is,” she softly replied. Her love for him shone in her eyes, as brightly as any Christmas star atop a tree.

Dante stroked his woman’s hair. As usual, her inner glow transfixed him, and pleasurably leashed him.

“Lots of mistletoe decorating the Pleasure Club,” he teased in a low tone—in the intimate voice he used only for her.

“Is that so, my big bad werewolf? I’ll just have to drag you beneath the mistletoe…”

Kitty didn’t get to finish. Wild with desire, Dante dipped his head and kissed her lush lips. For a very long time.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

November 5, 2015

The Drone Attack On Talbot’s Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 7:51 pm

November howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, good intentions be damned today. I’d planned to get this first draft of my chapter written and posted in a much more timely manner. But no such luck. I had to do an emergency fix-up job, and to do it, I had to dig through stuff to find what I needed… and so on, and so on… then, the day went wacky-busy from there.

However, here it is—finally—a rough-draft chapter from Keina and Drev’s erotic love story, Waiting For a Filly Girl, a SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS WIP.


The Drone Attack On Talbot’s Peak Territory 

Drev glued his gaze on Keina as she galloped over a flat stretch of ground. Her sheer beauty as winged horse bewitched him. No doubt, bewitched him.

Symone rode on his filly’s back as if she’d been born to it. Earlier in the day, the two of them had gone on a long test flight, which had been declared successful.

Enchanted by the flapping of her pale glimmering wings, Drev watched Keina launch skyward. Her lush tail flowed like a silvery banner, and her magnificent wings strongly beat the air.

Drev felt his spirit soar with her.

Quicker than he liked, Keina and Symone become super tiny in appearance, a gleam against the star-filled night sky. The plan was to sharpshoot from on high.

“That’s my sheila warrior.” Dugger’s words were quiet, given the night had a thousand enemy ears. Right now.

“Yep, Symone is an amazing warrior,” Drev offered under his breath. “I hear the  drones.” He spoke moments later, his gaze still on the circling bright speck that was his filly girl.

“Yeah, my ears aren’t tuned like yours, mate.”

“The vibrations are a warning buzz inside me.”

“How far out?” Dugger asked.

“Fifty miles, I’d judge.”

“Right on target. Just got a telepathic message from Dante,” Dugger explained. “He also informed us two of the Dragon squad are about to engage.”

“More fire power to them. I’m about to inflict my own scorched drone policy.”  Drev  pointed one of his high-powered rifles in the direction where the drone swarm was loudest. Dante’s armory hadn’t been a disappointment, to put it mildly.

“Drones on the barbie.” Dugger brandished one of his portable rocket launchers. “I’m about to smoke as many as the Good Dingo Above grants me.”

.With an *I’m your comrade in arms* slap on Drev’s back, the dingo shifter whirled, jogging for his chosen battle position—high atop the ridge running north of them.

To see Keina and Symone easier, Drev switched on his super soldier side, using a trigger thought. Immediately, his metabolism hit full throttle, his five senses heightened, and his strength level jumped several notches.

His years of specialized training surfaced—like a shark on the hunt for dinner, as he often envisioned it. His focus turned razor sharp, the rest of the world forgotten.

The mission was everything.

The difference now, Keina remained in the back of his mind like a bright angel. Drev spared a smile.

They knew, he determined, observing Keina rapidly fly toward the approaching drone army. Fear for her wanted to swamp him, bring him to his knees. Drev squashed his weakness, taking several minutes to view her battle victory on his mindscreen.

Dressed in full battle rattle, high-powered rifle in hand, he jogged over the rock-strewn terrain, his destination a solitary boulder formation. In the partial moonlight, the natural structure reminded him of a crudely built fortress.

With the agility of a mountain goat, Drev climbed to the top. He positioned himself between two substantial boulders, one with a relatively flat surface.

Quick, precise, he readied his weaponry and ammo, then scanned the starry canopy overhead. Given the power of his eyesight, no binoculars needed.

Aware spy satellites were being used in this drone op against them, Drev aimed his consciousness skyward, wanting to tune in. He and Dante had discussed this skynet enemy, and the alpha wolf had assured him that his cyber team planned to intervene, to shut down the space-laser tech when necessary.

Because the dirty truth about both digital and back-engineered ET tech. Everything could be hacked.

Drev figured hacking, destroying the cyber innards of the satellites, was only fair—a true balancing of the Universal force. After all, in this Big Brother day and age the human mind had been hacked and highjacked by the shadow-gov’s propagandists.

Lock and load, Drev told himself, as the drone buzz intensified inside him. Pissed off bees owned his bloodstream—that’s how it felt.  With rapid efficiency, he readied his four rifles, checked his side pistols, then placed the specialized grenades within easy reach.

‘Drev…’ Keina mind-contacted.

‘Here, sweetheart. Talk to me.’

‘We’re circling above…’

‘What is it, Keina?’

‘There must be a hundred of these flying mechanical killers.’

‘A hundred!’ Drev shuddered inside despite his super-soldier focus. His mind spun, seeking a strategy. ‘How fast can Symone pick them off?’

‘Not fast enough. Too many will attack us.’

‘Are you in danger now?’ Drev demanded.

‘No. We’re following high above. None have broken from formation.’

‘Stay high. Wait until Dugger and I can blast them out of the sky.’

‘That is Symone’s plan. First…’

‘First what, Keina?’

‘We’re doing a low flyby to machine-gun a group of them. Just before they’re in range for you and Dugger.’

Damn! ‘Are you able to out-fly those giant houseflies?’

‘I believe so. Symone can shoot accurately no matter my speed. Keep them off my horse’s ass.’

Drev clamped his jaw tight. Before he begged his filly girl to return. Now. Instead, he asked, ‘Is Symone mind-speaking with Dugger?’

‘She’s in contact. When you see what looks like fireworks popping off, that will be our first attack.’

‘Last thing I want is you and Symone in the crossfire.’

“Don’t sweat any bullets,’ his filly girl attempted a bit of humor.

‘Super soldiers don’t sweat bullets. We eat them for breakfast like cornflakes. Uh, like oat granola.’ Lame, Drev my man, but it was the best he could do while worrying about his woman.

“Oat granola. Good one, Drev.’

‘You’re feeling strong, right, Keina?’

‘The battle mare is large and in charge.’

Drev had to crack a grin at Keina’s twisting of societal phrases. Far more crucial, he felt her strength. Temporary relief flooded him. ‘She is. I feel her.’

‘Teamwork, stud man.’

‘Yes, we are a team.’

‘Head’s up. We’re about to do a strafing run.’

‘Keina, can you do the vid thing inside my head?’ Drev thought better of it, a split second later.  ‘Wait, will that take too much of your energy? Will you lose combat focus?’

‘Drev, they’re attacking!’

‘How many?’ His heartbeat thundered. If he had to leap off this heap of boulders, race toward those freaking-ass drones.

‘Ten. Signing off.’

Frantic yet controlled, Drev searched the horizon for any sign of the drone swarm.  One, two, three seconds, he heard the soft echoing blast of Symone’s plasma rifle.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


October 31, 2015

Damien, Werewolf Godfather For Halloween by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 4:01 am

Halloween Werewolf howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

I’d planned to continue Kailla, new human lady in town, and Thundercloud, my silver god-wolf… their mating-love story. I was planning to write their Halloween Eve date at The Bohemian Thunder Club.

However, it turns out the fate of Talbot’s Peak hangs in the balance. Damien, the werewolf thug-alpha who is Dante’s sire—the vicious werewolf who originally took over the town of Talbot’s Peak—is back in town with a particular vengeance for town mayor, Gil. Damien has a message, one that can’t be refused… once the warning has been delivered, our beloved mayor must decide which path he chooses.

But here’s the back story…


Damien, Werewolf Godfather For Halloween

Dante took long moments to look each of his Guardian Protectors in the eye—six of them sat before him in a semi-circle. Their emergency meeting inside his Secure Room, had been intense. They’d discussed options, solutions…offered various opinions. The future and safety of every shifter and supernatural who lived in Talbot’s Peak hung in the balance, and the angry frustration was palpable—as if a rival pack of werewolves chewed on him.

“Yeah,” Dante conceded to his trusted inner circle, “I like the squirrel man. Gil has been good for the Peak. But as you say, it might be time for him to either resign as mayor. Or we’ll do a recall election. Let the people decide if they want to trade state money for the freedom to run their own lives.”

Shoving his hand through his hair, Dante growled a sigh, and sat back. “Holy freakin’ howls, my desk is covered with complaints, actual written letters. The Peak’s email system almost blew up. Glad we don’t do the social media thing–-too much NSA exposure. But scat hell,” Dante snarled, “I couldn’t walk around the club without my shifter and supernatural patrons stopping me, and pointedly saying Gil was looking damn good as dinner—fried, boiled, baked, spit-roasted over a campfire, charcoaled, barbequed, smoked slowly…you name it. And those were the polite folks.”

Dante paused, his rumbly chuckle dry, with little mirth. “My staff finally did an email campaign to let everyone know we fooled the mayor and friends into believing it was state money—that they and their loved ones were still safe from prying state eyes—from state regs and rules—from inspectors.”

“Like we need inspectors breathing down our necks, telling us how to run our businesses. You run a bad business here. No customers. Real simple.”

Dante swore real sparks flew from Kalindi’s eyes. The owner of the local ice creamery was normally angel-gentle. Except when riled. Then her goddess side super-stormed, lightning included.

“Quite a psy op to accomplish that mission—deceiving Gil, Louie, and Vernon. Then, driving off those two undercover agent posing as a state officials.” Delvezio wolf-snarled, baring his teeth briefly. “All that time I and my team could have made deals, brought in more organic produce and products. As it was I had to let some good offers go.”

“Temporary setback, Del.” Leaning forward, Dante clapped his Greek cousin on the shoulder. “By the Wolf Moon Mother, we’ll make up for it,” he assured. “Politics is a bloody fight no one wins.”

“It’s been gawd-awful hunting down, and erasing all the cyber tracks. Again.” Ezzy,  hacker extraordinnaire, spoke in a clipped manner. She crossed her arms, and  angrily tossed her waist-long red tresses. “Someone with the moniker, poindexter, is out to infiltrate Talbot’s Peak via the state’s computer system. Whoever this poindexter is, he’s behind handing out the money grants. Just discovered that before this meeting.”

“Poindexter.” Dante crunched the name between his partially emerged fangs.

“We’re game-planning how to sniff him/her/it out, and observe…before going in for the kill. Gotta know who is pulling the strings from the cyber shadows.”

“Keep me in the know,” Dante commanded. “Minute by minute, if necessary.”

“Will do, wolf boss man.”

Dante barked out a growl. The thought slid into his mind like a weasel thief in the night. “Maybe, we’ll sic this poindexter on Gil, Louie, and Vernon. The true danger of this situation might sink in, seep through those thick skulls of theirs—if their computer systems are compromised. If you, Ezzy, and your team, aren’t around to save their butts. As you do daily.”

“And thanks to Ezzy,” Kitty gave a nod to the fox shifter woman, “to all of our Guardian teams, everyone is still safe and sound in Talbot’s Peak. And, that’s the only reason I haven’t given Gil, Louie, and Vernon, a good cat-clawing—drawn serious blood. At least, not yet.”

Dante fastened his gaze on his Kitty as she fumed. Her gorgeous eyes glowed dangerously. With time, patience, and his love, his mate had discovered her power.

“And thanks to Delvezio,” Kitty gave him a wide smile, “we did fool those ‘mansion-trio’ fools into believing they were getting their precious money from the state. What the scat-attachment is to believing the establishment really cares about the folks in this town is beyond me. Especially in this day and age of massive *out the big fat wazoo* corruption. What? Do those three have father-issue complexes? And need a daddy-state?” Kitty snorted a sarcastic yowl, then folded her arms. “Louie is lucky I didn’t call him out with his infamous meat cleaver. He’s double-lucky I was too busy convincing good families not to move out of Talbot’s Peak. To wait until we could sort this all out.”

“I even gave Louie and Vernon the head’s up,” Kalindi spoke up. “That they were about to lose their strong customer base because of a possible exodus out of the Peak. That all of our business would suffer.”

About to respond, Dante opened his mouth just as the emergency buzzer sounded.  He sprang off his chair, leaped the few steps, and jerked open the door. His long-time trusted friend, White Fang, the super wolf, didn’t wait for an invitation. He slipped inside fast. Dante secured the door.

“Your sire is on the outskirts of Talbot’s Peak.” Even as he spoke, White Fang spun and faced Dante. “Minutes ago I spotted Damien and three of his top pack enforcers while flying perimeter patrol. His limo is unmistakable.”

“Yeah, black as the tar pits. Long as a giant’s casket,” Dante growly affirmed.

“Long story short, I directed the ole super hearing. Mayor Gil is about to get one spookalooza visit. Although,” White Fang paused for a beat, “on the positive side, roadkill wasn’t mentioned.”

“I told those know-it-all idjits that Damien wouldn’t take kindly to them compromising the Peak with state money.” Kitty rushed to Dante’s side.

“Even with the tunnel speeder, I won’t get there in time.” Dante gripped the door handle.

“I’m on it.” White Fang flashed out the door, saying, “I’ll intervene if it looks like Gil is about to wear a pair of cement boots.”


Damien settled himself in the mayoral chair. He tested out the swivel mechanism, then gave a derisive snort which became a low growl. “I should have brought my own chair. This is only fit for a piss-pathetic squirrel playin’ at being town mayor. Scat moon, it stinks like nuts in here.”

“Lights on, boss?” one of his enforcers asked.

“Naw. I want the squirrel to sweat. Shadowy monstrous figures and all. It’s the Halloween season.”

“We’re werewolves, boss…what’s with the shadowy figure business?”

“More godfather like, boys… but put your werewolf masks on, in case the mayor needs some more convincing. Now shut up. I hear the squirrel pattering up the steps.”

Damien leashed his own inner werewolf. Tight. Hard. It wouldn’t serve his purpose to fang-shred Gil into bloody bits. The unspoken truce between him and his disowned son—one *son of a wolf* formidable rival—served Damien’s current plans.

The door opened, and Damien watched the squirrel man walked inside. “Dante? You wanted an emergency meeting? What’s wrong?”

On that cue, one of Damien’s enforcers slammed the door shut. Gil jumped like a squirrel whose tail had been bitten, and whirled to the door.

“You’re not going anywhere, mayor. If you value that squirrel-human hide of yours, you’ll hear me out.”

“Who–who–who…?” Gil sounded like a distressed owl. Damien almost guffawed in a howl.

“Damien’s the name. Remember that name, mayor?”

Silence. Utter silence. The squirrel man froze as if he’d been bodily tossed into an icy river.

Rising to his full height, Damien gestured to the chair. “Have a seat, mayor. Let’s keep this civilized.”

“Civ–civ-civilized?” Gil crept toward the chair, his beady eyes crisscrossing.

“My disowned son, is far more generous than appears.” Damien resumed his seat, posturing himself like the godfather from the movie of the same name. Once Gil managed to perch on the edge of the chair, he continued. “As I understand it,  you were given sufficient funds for your…what is it? … the Autumn Nip and Romp Fun Festival?”

“Close enough,” Gil squeaked out.

“I also understand his mate—that cat woman—explained in no uncertain terms why it was unwise to accept funds from a state agency… yet, you did so.”

“It was forced upon…”

Damien bolted uprigh, pinning the shrinking Gil with his gaze. “Do you know why I took over this off-the-map town?” he boomed in werewolfian.

“Uh…uh, no…but, isn’t that what wolves do? Take–take over territory?”

Damien uttered a short irritated growl. “Of course, we do. Scat, I thought walnuts were good for brain health. Don’t you eat enough walnuts, mayor?”

“I’ll…I’ll eat more.”

Damien stalked in front of the puny desk, then glared down at the scrunched up were-squirrel who still maintained his human form.

“Granted,” Damien huffed in a pant of breath, “I am an ego maniac. So a drug-dealing psychiatrist will tell you. Yes, owning a town is ferociously appealing. But do you have any clue whatsoever why I really decided on this dangerous *get hunted down* move in the human-ruled world?”

Gil shook his head, his lips a straight line, as if they’d been permanently glued together.

Again Damien drew in a large breath, reminding himself the mayor was not particularly tasty. “I wanted to build a safe harbor, as they say. A safe den for my family, my pack. My grandpups. You,” he shoved his finger in Gil’s face, “you, and that *thinks he’s tough* rat, and that turncoat scat-brain, Vernon, are endangering my family, my pack. My grandpups.”

Striding to the side of the room, Damien tightened the leash on his werewolf, stopping his shift. “You don’t get it, squirrel. Talbot’s Peak only survives and grows as a safe town for you, your family—for shifters, and Lupa knows what kind of other supernaturals—because my disowned son makes certain everyone is protected. He, and those who surround him protect this territory from invaders you wouldn’t dream about in your worst nightmares.”

“When you have a moment, mayor, you might want to think about this scenario. If my disowned son decides to build his own town, how many in Talbot’s Peak would pick up, leave immediately? I’ve been told his Pleasure Club can already accommodate the current population, should there be one of those prepper, *end of the world* emergencies.

“If your peanut brain is capable, think about this possibility. All my disowned son has to do is choose a suitable location, send in the planners and builders. He could replicate this place in less than a year, given his resources. You,” Damien spun to Gil, “would have to rely on state aid, state handouts to help your rapidly lessening population. Count on the slackers, not many of them, to be at the head of any line with their paws out.

“Also, mayor, do give this consideration.” Damien straightened his suit jacket, an imitation of Marlon Brando in “The Godfather”. “You have no standing army to protect yourself from those who are only too willing to destroy every shifter on Earth.” Damien paused for effect. “It’s doubtful Mr. Turkle and his gun-toting clan would come to your rescue.”

Damien sauntered toward the door. He tipped his invisible hat. “Good luck, as they say, mayor. Oh, as a matter of course you might want to know those were not state funds that were ‘forced’ upon you… or, an offer you couldn’t refuse. You, and the chef rat, and that wolf turncoat, were duped, bamboozled, played during that recent meeting with my disowned son. Yeah scat, I got my own official sources. But gotta give that black-sheep son of mine a big paw-slap of credit. Turns out he’s a fang off the ole werewolf block when it comes to deception—when it comes down to protecting his pack, and the pack’s territory.”

“Ah,” Damien spun from the door. “Almost forgot this warning, mayor. Quite neglectful of me. Should you, and your friends, decide to go with the system, as they say, I plan to immediately establish my complete dominance over Talbot’s Peak. Roadkill reports in the Guts and Butts Gazette will skyrocket, let’s say. You should also know a new version of the werewolf mammoth merely awaits my command.

“Of course, my disowned son, and his Guardians, would try to protect you, all of you remaining Peakites. However, he, they will be weakened by rebuilding, by providing homes for those who leave this town. After all, my disowned son’s first alpha responsibility will be to those loyal to him.” Damien loosed a bark of diabolical-sounding laughter. “Let the werewolf wars begin.

“Confidentially, mayor, for your squirrel ears only, my black-sheep son is too powerful to fight jaw to jaw. Yes, I admit it. I failed to put the dominant-bite on him soon enough—due to my underestimation of his alpha abilities. And, rule number one, I don’t start wars I could lose.

“One more little tidbit, a nut tossed your way, mayor. Look at it this way. Do you want to live under the alpha protection of my disowned son? Or, beneath my much less benevolent protection?”

A huge wolfish grin split Damien’s face as he strolled through the door one his enforcers immediately opened. “Trick or treat, Mayor Gil.”

“Scat! I didn’t get to go werewolf on the lousy squirrel…”

“Next time, Deboner, next time. I promise.”


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 


October 27, 2015

Promise Her Sunlight… Promise Her Halloween At The Bohemian Thunder Club by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 3:19 pm

Shapeshifter lovers, Happy Howloween with lots of eerie, black-cat yowls.

So, the spookiest night of the year is streaking toward us like a mob of hostile apparitions. And again, I apologize for another late posting. However caretaking duties comes first.

And yes, I hope you enjoy another flash scene with my human heroine, Kailla, who is being courted by Thundercloud, a god-wolf shifter. Big hunky Thunder stars in this scene, and is not expecting Kailla’s arrival at his pack-clan’s nightclub. However, he is not a wolf to be caught off guard.

The previous flash scenes are: *One Shade of Silver Wolf*, *Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.*, *Did the man lift mountains as a hobby?*, and *Halloween Huntress of the Star Empire*.


Promise Her Sunlight… Promise Her Halloween At The Bohemian Thunder Club

“Promise her sunlight.” Thundercloud’s big brother, Thunderbolt clapped him on the shoulder as he spoke. Yet, Bolt’s sharp gaze remained on the nightclub’s prep crew, who scurried about efficiently checking and rechecking every inch of The Bohemian Thunder Club. All must be in perfect order, immaculately clean—the candles lit .

The warm candlelight sparkled the glassware, the silverware, and diamond-shimmered the crystal centerpieces, trimmed in gold. Most superior though, a woman’s beauty was enhanced by firelight, and her soul always responded. Her feminine essence flamed high, becoming a splendor men fell headfirst into.

With his superior nose—the best nose of his clan-pack—Thundercloud carefully sniffed the stimulating, pungent blend of essential oils infusing the air. As he always did when working at the club. Reminiscent of their Norse god roots, the married scents of deep forest,  spring flowers, and sky, were carried by the breezy currents of their circulation system.

For moments, he watched the team of men shifters worked enthusiastically, in large part, because of the rewards. Certainly, they were paid well, and had major perks at the club. However, it was the gorgeous banquet of women who would be arriving soon that put lightning up their spines…as he and his wolf shifters siblings phrased it. .

“Promise her sunlight,” Thundercloud grumbled in a growl. “Sound mating advice if Kailla was a Norse maiden, and we lived in our wintry homeland.”

“Give her time. Your future mate is a human female, after all. You realize they require patience, and a tenderer care.” Bolt gave a nod to their bar manager, who signaled that all was ready from his station within the semi-curved, plush area. Instead of polished wood, the surface of the bar was silvery-veined marble.

“Go inspect the troops. It will distract you for a short time, brother.” Bolt indicated their hunky male servers. Attired in only faux-fur loin cloths and lace-up suede boots, they lined up near the entrance, ready to wait on their women customers.

As Thunder spun toward the mostly naked lineup of ‘beefcake’ men, Bolt slapped him heartily on the back, his sympathies clear. He’d earned the trust of his human mate, Krystal, over a year’s time—after rescuing her in New York’s Central Park.

Focusing, despite the strength of his mating ache, Thundercloud critically eyed the appearance of each server. The women who frequented the nightclub wanted eye candy, men they could ogle, appreciate without fear of being hit on—as the human saying went. That is, unless such attentions were desired.

Before any man was allowed to work at The Bohemian Thunder Club, he was dutifully informed that if he dared harm any woman in any manner, he’d have his throat ripped out by wolf.

Near the end of the lineup, Thundercloud’s nose did him proud. She was here. His Kailla.

He whirled around before she entered. “You’re on your own, gentlemen. Please the ladies, and you’ll be pleasing our pack. And you know the rewards.” Thundercloud ate up the floor with his long strides, not hearing one word spoken to him.

Had curiosity gotten the better of his beauty? Did she want to see him in his nightclub environment? By the battleaxe, he’d offered to escort her many a time, show her the club, and treat her as his untouched queen for the night.

Yet, she’d refused, but did not refused his courtship, dating him as was the American custom. Now…???

“Kailla,” he rumbled low and soft, once she cautiously strolled inside. Thundercloud took up her hands, noting the evening makeup she’d applied to her lovely face.

She wore a simple mini-frock, the color of a pale pink winter sunset. The material glimmered over her sumptuous curves, and caressed her at mid thigh. The very thighs he panted over.

“You don’t mind that I’m here…do you?” She gave him a soft smile, then flipped her  loose, shiny hair. The dark coppery color glinted in the candlelight.

Thundercloud did some mental howling and wolfish panting. “No, of course not, Kailla. I’ve been attempting to persuade you. For how long now?”

After a flirtatious smile, she raised on tiptoe. Their lips met in what Thundercloud thought of as a greeting kiss. For public consumption only, their kiss ended way too soon. Yet, the underlying passion flowed and swelled like a river during spring rains.

“I thought I’d come and see what I was in for, since…” She took his offered arm, and Thundercloud moved them toward the bar.

“Since,” he prompted at her hesitation. Thundercloud stroked her arm, his gaze seeking out the perfect table for them.

“Since…” she drew in a hiss of breath, and released it. “I have a costume…and you invited me to the club’s Halloween party.”

Thundercloud grinned, lighting up inside as if he sat beneath one of the recent super moons. “Hints about your costume, my beauty, so I may choose a suitable compliment,” he managed in a steady and gentlemanly voice.

“Hmmm…it’s…it’s rather racy. For me, anyway. Wow,” she halted her steps, “forgive me for staring. But you weren’t kidding about mostly naked, extremely hunky men.”

Possessiveness stormed through Thundercloud. His blood pressure soared to the height of their clan’s mountaintop castle. His wolf bared his fangs and growled a warning. MINE!

However, the cooler part of his nature realized his Kailla merely spoke the truth. Also, the undertone of her words was not lascivious, or desire for another man.

“Words like thunder break the silence,” she offered the familiar song lyric, once they resumed their steps. “Did I insult you?”

“No, my beauty. You simply spoke truth. The fault is within me. I am a possessive man.” Thundercloud well know his candor could work against him. Yet, he wanted as much emotional honesty between them as possible—before he revealed his god-shifter side.

“How about I parade mostly naked before you? Serve you this evening, my beauty. Is there a fur loincloth that pleases your eye most among the styles our servers wear?”

She squeezed his arm, and Thundercloud felt Kailla’s womanly delight, her relief. “Mmm…they’re all fabulously primal. I see tiger, zebra, leopard, black panther, buffalo, polar bear, lion…is that supposed to be wolf skin?”

“All is left to the woman’s imagination,” Thundercloud lightly teased. “Would you like to view the full …

“The full monty,” she teased in return, interrupting him. “Did you ever even see that movie?” she inquired at his silence.


“No. I’m guessing you don’t know what I’m referring to.”

“I have heard the term,” Thundercloud swung Kailla before him. “Now that I think upon it.” He paused, his gaze feasting on her slightly flushed face. “No full monty here, my beauty, within the confines of the club, of course. Now the Pleasure Club…that is an entirely different erotic story. As you may know.”

“So I’ve heard.” Dry as the wine he preferred, his woman’s tone.

Their gazes fused, their passion simmering, ready to erupt into a fiery torrent. Yet, the emotion between them, it was great as the mountains he revered. Their hearts beat for each other. Thundercloud heard them become one in rhythm.

“Space babe meets kickass huntress…my costume.” Kailla spoke in a near whisper, her eyes smokey, yet starry with desire. “Why don’t you surprise me, cave man?” She flipped her gaze to his groin.



Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 


October 16, 2015

Halloween Huntress of the Star Empire by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 2:44 am

No, this isn’t my heroine, Kailla… but she like this vintage space babe. 

Shapeshifter lovers, Happy Early Howloween with lots of eerie yowls.

Closer and closer, Halloween-mania lurks… well yeah, the gremlins are causing nasty internet connection problems for me… I spent most of the night trying to figure out the problem… which is probably not smart, given my techie-unsmartness.

Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy another flash scene with my erstwhile heroine, Kailla, who is being courted by Thundercloud, a god-wolf shifter. Okay, big hunky Thunder isn’t in this scene… *boohoo* … but Kailla is discovering just the right costume, and has convinced herself to accept a date with him on Halloween Eve.

The previous flash scenes are: *One Shade of Silver Wolf*, *Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.*, and *Did the man lift mountains as a hobby?*.

Update: I had to install Chrome to get this posted… ~sighs~ 

Halloween Huntress of the Star Empire

Kailla halted, her hand in mid-reach for the costume shop’s old-fashioned glass door. Once she entered…yeah, so likely she’d be carried away, enchanted, then seduced by one or more of the artsy designs—really more fantasy-inspired than on the ghoulie ghostie side.

With the weather being Autumn-crisp and deliciously sunny she’d been walking to her job at the library. Each day the Halloween costumes changed in the small display window …well, the last few days, anyway…which begged the question: were the amazing creations being snapped up that fast, or…

Still hesitant to enter, Kailla shook her head at herself, her long strands of red hair brushing her shoulders. She’d let it loose for the weekend. Children and unrestrained tresses simply didn’t work…not when she was constantly bending over to assist them.

Then, there was the ‘big’ decision. Thundercloud had invited her to the Halloween eve party at his nightclub. Kitty, who she’d discovered was the *one and only* of Dante, owner of the Pleasure Club complex—where Thunder’s establishment was located—had assured Kailla the club was legit and thriving. And that the Thunder man as she thought of her persistent suitor—to use an antiquated phrase—would be on his best behavior.

Firming her chin, Kailla shoved on the handle. At the same moment, the door was pulled open. “Come on in, honey,” a woman with bright friendly eyes, and a lovely round face, encouraged. “The name is  Mirinda. Me and my two daughters can brew up any costume you fancy.”

Stepping inside, Kailla offered her hand, and introduced herself. “I’m new in town. But I bet you know that, given the size of Talbot’s Peak.”

Mirinda warmly clasped her hand between both of hers, then ushered Kailla inside. “Gossip is faster than a greyhound chasing a rabbit dinner around here. Truth is, me and mine are new here too. Moved into town late summer last year. We had a small business designing for theater productions. Morphed to this…” Mirinda gestured to the costumes that had been haphazardly but beautifully arranged in every available space.

“What incredible awesome costumes you and your daughters have created. Fantasy eye candy for sure.” Kailla smiled widely as she feasted her gaze on the sheer wonderfulness of it all. “This reminds me of the boutique shops back home. Or what was home. I spent way too much at times.”

“Well, thank you for the kind words. You just keep on looking, Kailla, until one of them speaks to what’s inside you that wants to come out. Come out of the closet, as they say.”

“Revealing my darker nature for Halloween?” Kailla bantered as she slowly rotated. She didn’t want to miss the details of each costume.

“Revealing the part of you that’s taken a beating. Been my experience society isn’t too kind to us nonconformists.”

“No,” Kailla agreed in a soft subdued voice. “Not kind at all.”

“There’s mulled cider, and pumpkin frosted donuts,” Mirinda tempted in a much cheerier voice.

“That’s what smells so fabulously cinnamony. I’d love a cup of cider.” Noticing that very few of the costumes she’d seen in the display window were in the shop, Kailla asked, “Is business pretty good?”

“Can’t complain worth a goose’s honk. Doing well, considering the other costumeries in town, and at the Pleasure Club.”

Mirinda handed her a steamy, clove-fragrant mug of the mulled cider. Kailla inhaled gratefully. Then, with both hands wrapped around the dainty, real porcelain mug, she took a sip.

“Mm-mm. This is delicious.” Kailla drank several swallows of the irresistible cider, before saying, “You ladies have no boundaries as far as imagination. I love it.”

After a period of silence, where Kailla wandered to her heart’s content simply enjoying the fantasies evoked by the costumes, and fingering the various lush and silky fabrics, she heard Mirinda ask, “Do you believe in witches, Kailla?”

“Do you mean as in Wicca? Or on the dark-side, the satanists?” Given the underlying seriousness she’d heard in Mirinda’s voice, Kailla turned to face her.

“Sort of.” Mirinda smiled charmingly. “Let’s say a cross between a Wiccan and the character, Samantha, from “Bewitched”.

“I’m afraid my background is mostly academia. So I’m out of that loop.” The next instant Kailla got smacked in the forehead with a memory from her childhood. “You know, my mother would tell me stories about both of my grandmothers. I never knew them. My parents were older, and both grandmothers had passed away before I was born. But to the point, they would have been considered witches…burned in Salem.”

Kailla visibly trembled just thinking about that end. Although, nothing of the sort had happened, as far as she knew. Time to have an in-depth conversation with her mother.

“Yes, I see that heritage in your aura.” In a non-threatening manner, Mirinda gazed at her intensely. The proprietress, and obvious witch, stood next to a small lovely sitting area. “Besides,” she smiled, and Kailla witnessed her inner wisdom, “the Mother Goddess has made certain we could speak privately. Usually there are more customers, even this early on a Saturday morning.”

Kailla decided to confront the obvious. “Then, you are a witch…of sorts.”

“I am. Would you mind if I used my intuition?” Mirinda moved toward the back room. “I believe the costume my daughter is working on might be perfect for you.”

“Is your daughter here?” Kailla politely asked.

“No, she’s sleeping. Long night. Big date.” Mirinda turned toward her. “Speaking of, Kailla, the whole town is abuzz, like a whole sky full of hungry bees…that is, over Thundercloud’s courtship.”

Kailla’s cheeks flamed. Unexpectedly. When had that happened recently?

“Yeah…I don’t know what to do with him.” Somewhere inside, Kailla felt her surrender. “Except, I guess, I’ve just decided to be his date at his club’s Hallow’s Eve party.”

“Be right back,” Mirinda sang.

Kailla couldn’t miss the big grin splitting the woman’s face. Although, her stomach was another matter. A whole flock of fluttering butterflies hatched out.

“Here we go.” Mirinda appeared within minutes.

And… there it was! Sexy space girl wearing gleaming silver, miniskirt included, meets kickass huntress with serious leather gear, and a very realistic looking bow.

“Oooh, I love it. Yes…yes…yes…”



Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

October 10, 2015

Kitty Hands Out the Big Bucks by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:10 pm

October-spooky howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yes, Kitty is on a rare rampage. Normally a well-mannered librarian and Dante’s loving mate, Kitty has come a long way, baby… that is, since the time she was considered roadkill by Damien, the werewolf leader who is Dante’s sire, the werewolf who originally took over the town of Talbot’s Peak. Now look at her…


Kitty Hands Out the Big Bucks

Kitty sighed with deep frustration, which turned into an exasperated huff. Her inner cat tail slashed back and forth as she stared at the fat brown envelope on her office desk. Dante, her mate and the alpha werewolf owner of the Pleasure Club, had stuffed it with money, and with the town’s currency, Talbies.

Hoping to soothe herself, Kitty took a sip of her brewing tea, a lavender blend she found particularly lovely to inhale, as well as to drink. After wriggling into a more comfortable position, she cradled her pleasantly warm mug.

Intentionally, Kitty blanked her mind. For now…phssssst. Bast, before she had a hissing fit, and morphed into her feline form.

She’d so wanted to spend the day training her new assistant, Kailla, on the library’s computer system. She’d painstakingly prepared, and now… well, large dollar figures did strange and wicked things to people, including shifters. Evidently.

Kitty indulged in a long sip of her tea while wondering when folks were going to care more about loving each other, and creating a good life together… that is, more than the enticement of getting the big bucks, especially from a source that could not be trusted.

She shook her blonde curls while images of the big buck shifters in Talbot’s Peak came to mind. Kitty smiled. Like any feline predator worth her catch, she loved fastening her gaze on the powerful bucks as they trotted, as they galloped through the forested areas, and over the meadows.

But those were definitely not the big bucks Mayor Gil, Vernon, and Louie were gluing their gazes on, or had glued their eyeballs on. Kitty well understood their desire to fund a Talbot’s Peak Fall Festival. It was good for business. Plus, family fun for one and all.

Kitty intended to enjoy the events, the sales, the food as advertized by flyers, and in the G&B Gazette. She planned on using her shifter claws to carve a pumpkin for the contest, simply to see if she could do it.

She let another sigh escape. Placing her mug on the electric warmer, she huntress-eyed the plump brown envelope. Once Mayor Gil was in his office…

Last night she and Dante had cuddled together, as they often did, while discussing how best to handle the latest emergency situation in town politics. Like they needed state government involved, infiltrating Talbot’s Peak again. Kitty rolled her eyes. Her inner claws flexed.

Yet, even with this aggravation, she’d arrived early, determined to personally focus on initiating Kailla in the library’s inner workings and protocols. Just as vital, she wanted to learn more about the human woman. Yowls, as cat-jumping quick as possible.

Given Kailla remained blissfully ignorant about shifters and the town’s supernatural population, Kitty intended to earn her trust. For several good reasons. Not the least of which was Thundercloud, the god-wolf shifter who had decided Kailla belonged to him as his mate.

The hot-trend scuttlebutt at Java Joe’s yesterday afternoon had been all about Thundercloud’s courtship-pursuit of the innocent human. Since Kailla hadn’t picked up and left town, the tires squealing, Kitty figured she remained unaware of his shifter side.

Thinking of… Kitty intuitively knew moments before there was a rap on her office door. “Come in,” she called out pleasantly.

Kailla entered and closed the door, her demeanor confident yet respectful. “Finally, we meet in person.” Smiling, she approached, then politely extended her hand.

Kitty stood, and shook the lovely woman’s hand, far more lovely in person than on Skype. No wonder Thundercloud was besotted, mating-bewitched, as Dante would say.

“You’ll forgive me, Kailla.” Kitty plucked up the brown envelope. “I’d planned to devote today to working with you. But I have an unexpected errand to run. Why don’t you walk around, familiarize yourself with our library. It shouldn’t take me long.” Kitty smiled, and gazed deep into the woman’s soul.

What she found impressed her, pleased her.

“Of course, I’d love to just wander about and familiarize myself.”

“Good.” Kitty moved toward the door. “Make a stop in our break area, Kailla. You’ll find all sorts of goodies. Organic and non-GMO, I promise.” That had been one selling point in hiring Kailla, and Kitty had exploited it for all it was worth. The woman’s educational background was extraordinary. Plus, she’d come highly recommended from her former employer.

“Be right back,” Kitty added, then headed for the door. Meow, burnt fishsticks and ‘plans were for fools’! She grabbed her jacket, and shrugged into it, forcing the envelope through the sleeve.

With each step toward the mayor’s mansion, her dander rose along with her inner-cat hackles. Okay meow, maybe she should be more forgiving. But gosh, gee willickers and twitching whiskers, did big sums of money mean that much? Certainly, if starvation and poverty reigned, of course. But Talbot’s Peak, even in these economically challenging times, still thrived. And assistance remained available to all.

Kitty practically burst through the mansion’s front doors. “The Mayor is expecting me,” she tossed at his assistant. “And if he’s not, he should be. Rwwwrrr,” she threw at the woman’s stunned expression.

She didn’t slow her footsteps one iota, and not bothering with any kind of knock, she thrust the door open. “Oh good. You’re all here,” she addressed Vernon and Louie. “That saves me a lot of trouble.”

“Kitty,” Gil began, rising from behind his desk. Confusion clouded his eyes. “What can…”

“Oh, snap it shut, squirrel boy.” Kitty slammed the envelope on his desk. “Why didn’t you contact Delvezio if you needed extra funds for the Fall Fair? To make improvements? Didn’t you agree to that during the last state-agent fiasco we had?”

“What? Cat got your tongue,” Kitty chided in the following silence.

“Hey there,” Louie began, “we don’t need no babysittin’ here.”

“Well, I beg to disagree, rat belly boy.” Kitty snarled, whirling toward him. “You’re not the one protecting the Peak from infiltrators, from black ops attacks day and night… are you?!” Kitty jabbed her finger into his prominent belly. “You wanna get your meat cleaver and meet me at high noon. We’ll see who draws blood first.”

“Kitty, calm down. It was a mistake, an honest mistake,” Vernon intervened. “We didn’t want to burden Dante. That’s all.”

“Well, thanks so much for the concern, wolf for dummies,” Kitty sarcastically  responded, her tone sharp as her claws. “Your actions in accepting that state money caused Dante’s cyber team to work like fiends cleaning up ‘your’ mess… erasing it out of the worldwide computer system. And I might add there were far more pressing ‘concerns’ happening. Like protecting the Pleasure Club from a super hack-attack that would have compromised every shifter and supernatural being here. Put that in your non-existent pipes and smoke it!”

“We had no idea.” Gil cautiously spoke, his wary gaze sweeping over her.

Kitty inhaled a huge breath, mentally calling back the fevered words that wanted to explode from her. Instead she slapped her hand on the brown envelope. “If this isn’t enough to fund the Fall Fair, to make your improvements, let me or Delvezio know. And if you have a complaint about Delvezio, if he isn’t helping you, let me know.”

“No complaints.” Gil nervously swallowed.

“Delvezio, no, no complaints about his working with us.”

Vernon’s ‘calm the waters’ tone did nothing for Kitty’s temper. She jerked another breath in and out.

“This isn’t a game, boys. The welfare of everyone in Talbot’s Peak territory is at stake. Dante, I, and many others, want to keep this a haven for our kind… and for the humans we love.” She paused, searching their faces. “Got it?!”

Not waiting for an answer, Kitty spun around marching for the door. Normally, she didn’t throw her weight around, or get her fur-ruff in this big of a huff. But when it came to saving everyone and everything she and Dante loved, that was whole other kettle of flying damn fish. And she wasn’t backing down. Not ever.

Especially not before a rat, no matter how many meat cleavers he had.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

October 2, 2015

Did the man lift mountains as a hobby? by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 4:14 pm

End of September howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here’s another continuation of my recent flash scenes, *One Shade of Silver Wolf* and *Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.*.  Thundercloud and Kailla are at Talbot Peak’s BBQ cookoff and faire, standing at one of the arts and crafts booths.


Did the man lift mountains as a hobby?

Kailla willed her feet to move, to become unglued from the sidewalk. She needed to walk away, walk anywhere…leave! … there was just something about the man standing behind her. That ‘something’ tingle-shivered through her as if she suddenly found herself naked on a iceberg. What the hell?!

‘Move!’ she commanded her feet, even as the man began to answer the carver.

“Perfect, Carl. Those silvery shades are most popular with our customers. Count on my brother, Storm, to be in touch soon.”

With the man’s towering low voice doing the silky dance through her, Kailla twisted around to get a glimpse of him. Yeah, she’d failed. But, who had a brother named Storm? And he was called Thunder…

Her gaze kept rising. Eye-to-eye with his fab-abs at first—covered only by the stretchy clingy, dark gray material of his muscle shirt—Kailla stopped at the over-large breadth of his chest. Did the man lift mountains as a hobby?

“New in town?” the man pleasantly inquired. Although, the undertone of his voice was electric, just like a coming thunderstorm. And her body reacted.

“Yes.” Somehow the word croaked out of her constricted throat. Her gaze found his face, having halted again at his neck… a strong corded column, yet not bulky. He wasn’t the prize fighter type as her Dad would say.

Kailla absolutely stared at his bold features. Viking…the stuff of a woman’s fantasies. Oh, damn…

“Thundercloud,” he introduced himself. He started to raise his hand, as if he would shake hers. But there wasn’t enough room between them.

Good thing. If she touched him… well, his hand might feel way too good … and she really, really didn’t want to get involved. Besides, who knew what manly mojo he possessed? And, who could miss his interest in her—shining like a neon sign in his lake-blue eyes.

“Kailla.” Yeah, involuntarily her name had escaped. What now? She could say something like ‘I need to go’ … ‘nice meeting you’ … then just turn away…

“Which carving is your favorite, Kailla?” he conversationally asked… yet that *lightning in the air* feeling still zapped her. And why did her name have to feel so good when he said it?

And why couldn’t he be a dolt with pathetically few brain cells. No, oh no, a super intelligence lurked behind those Viking eyes. Double damn. Her only saving grace, the hormone thing hadn’t kicked in… well, not fully. She could still walk away.

Instead… “They’re all beautiful. Amazing, really. I take it you like wolves.”

Something flickered in the depths of his eyes. A secret? Kailla usually knew when someone lied, or was being deceptive. She’d been that way since a small child.

She’d also learned the hard way, as a kid, that some secrets should be kept hidden. To protect the innocent. Yeah, some secrets could be misinterpreted, then used like machine-gun ammo to take someone good down. Throughout her life, she’d watched it happen, time and time again. And been victimized herself a few times. Enemies were around every corner, especially in the current super-surveillance climate.

“You could say I like wolves,” he smoothly responded. “There are several packs around here. I’ve seen them in the wilds.”

Eeriness washed over Kailla. “I saw a wolf just before arriving in town. A huge silver one. It was strange,” she tacked on, even as goosebumps slithered down her arms.

“How so?” Again that flicker, and a speculative darkening of his eyes.

“I didn’t think wolves chased vehicles. I know he wasn’t a dog. Unless, he was less than half wolf.” Kailla paused, assessing the man’s expression. “Are the wolves in this area aggressive toward people?”

“In the last several years there have been a few incidents of wolves being aggressive. However, so far, it’s been against bad guys. Those who have hurt others.” Thundercloud’s stance eased. His penetrating gaze remained the same. “No one was killed or hurt seriously. Although…”

“Although?” Kailla quirked a brow, sensing there was a complexity to the situation he wasn’t revealing.

An audible whoosh of breath passed between his admittedly gorgeous lips. “Some years ago before I and my brothers arrived, there was a change in the power structure of the town.” After a hesitation, he continued. “As I understand, a woman named Kitty was threatened after she wrote a letter to editor of the G & B Gazette. She complained about the change in the paper. The word ‘roadkill’ was used, and some charged, believed a werewolf pack had taken over Talbot’s Peak.”

“Wow… that is, is unusual.” Taken aback by his words, Kailla wondered that she didn’t take actual steps backward.

“That story brings in the tourists,” Carl, the wood carver, piped up. “Nowadays folks believe the wolves are like spirit-animal protectors. Right, Thunder?”

“Right. Like you say. Kailla, if you’d like to meet Kitty, she runs the library in town. She’s also Dante’s girl. He owns the business complex where my brothers and I have a nightclub.”

Nightclub. Images ran rampant through her head. A Viking hunk who apparently owns a nightclub. Did his brothers resemble him?

“That’s why all the wolf art?” Kailla figured she’d go down that trail, for now. That is, instead of explaining she’d already met Kitty, by phone, by Skype, and was about to teach computer research skills at the library. “People think of the wolves as protectors?”

Thunder gave a short nod. “Would you like a spirit wolf in wood form? I’d like to buy one for you.”

A gift. Double oh no! The man was real serious about getting to know her. Decision time.

‘Walk away,’ Kailla told herself. Repeatedly told herself. Say anything, make any excuse. Just leave.

Was she nodding in acceptance? Good God! What was she doing? Every particle of her wanted to cocoon for awhile. Lick her wounds. Adjust to life in Talbot’s Peak.

But no… other parts of her sparked to life. Unable to prevent her next words, Kailla heard herself speak. “Thank you. I’d like a spirit wolf, given I’ll be living in Talbot’s Peak. I’m sure I need the good luck, the protection.”

Did Thunder’s features just transform? What appeared to be a satisfied smile flashed across his face. His eyes glowed bluer, the gleam almost supernatural.

“Let’s find out which one is your favorite.” He pivoted and swept his arm over the display.

Still attempting to talk herself out of accepting a gift from him, Kailla tore her gaze from his face. She turned around, and with deliberate care studied the lovely carvings. Was there one that closely resembled the enormous silver wolf she’d seen charging her minivan?

“How about this one?” Carl reached beneath his table producing a carving that was substantially larger than the ones on the table. The running wolf had been carved out of a silvery wood.

“Oooh, I like it. Wait. Isn’t this too expensive?” Okay, her thrifty nature had surfaced. But, she didn’t want this Thunder guy thinking he could buy her, either.

Still, as Carl handed the beautiful powerful wolf to her, Kailla took hold. She wanted a closer look at the magnificent wood sculpture. She wanted to feel it. Yep, she was tactile by nature also. Studying the carving’s detail, she stroked over the wolf with one fingertip.

“Hardly too expensive.” Thunder spoke in a magnanimous growl.

“I’ll put it on your bill.” Carl’s enthusiasm at the sell couldn’t be missed. Okay, who was she to deny him a living? Not like artists had it easy. Usually.

“Why don’t I wrap that up for you?” Carl retrieved one of his attractive bags, and reached for the tissue paper.

Kailla handed over the wolf carving. The deed was done. She’d have to deal with the consequences. With that in mind, she faced Mr. Viking Thundercloud.

‘Thank you,’ formed on her lips. But before she could speak, he asked, “Are you hungry?”

Embarrassingly, her stomach growled. “Obviously hungry like a wolf.” Kailla grinned a little at him. “Missed some meals on my drive to Talbot’s Peak.”

“Why don’t we do a tour and decide which BBQ stand to try first.” Thundercloud offered his arm.



Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


September 25, 2015

High voltage might as well have zapped…by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 5:46 pm

A pup-baby pic of Dugger, dingo shifter. ~grinz~

Autumn howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Can you feel the Halloween season lurking around the proverbial corner? Yep, like a werewolf on the hunt. All the weres, shifters, and supernaturals in Talbot’s Peak territory  are feeling the pulse and pull of this open-the-veil celebration.

Okay, as usual, I have time constraints. Also, the Muse insisted on continuing Keina and Drev’s erotic love story, Waiting For a Filly Girl, a SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS WIP. This is a good thing, since I’d love to get their story finished and pubbed.

So, here’s an *unedited, raw draft* of Chapter Forty. This scene provides a look at the Peak’s shifter culture, as well as a glimpse inside Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure Club… but, no, sad to disappoint, there is no x-rated action. Not yet.

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

Setup: Drev, Keina, and Dugger, along with his mate, Symone, have just finished their guardian patrol of TP territory, and are now on their way to enjoy dinner together.

Chapter Forty ~

High voltage might as well have zapped Drev, given Keina’s eagerness. Damn, he hated like hell to deny her. And himself.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll show you our home away from home before we leave. But we need to get back to the cabin. There’s a repair I have to make on the solar furnace.”

She pressed her head against his arm, and affectionately rubbed. “I understand, Drev. No…I don’t want to freeze.”

“Me either. But we have plenty of time to put on the feedbag, then take a quick look-see at several nightclubs. I promise we’ll make a night of it soon, my princess. We’ll dress to paint the town red.”

“Oooh, an official date night.” Keina brightly crooned.

Drev heard Symone chuckle behind him. “Did you know Dante recently installed a huge screen with a 3D view of each nightclub, restaurant, shop, the sports center…all the businesses?” She paused an instant. “It’s touch screen, and a layout of the Pleasure Club.”

“No. How recent?” Drev tossed the question over his shoulder.

“About three weeks ago, I reckon, mate,” Dugger answered. “Yeah, if you’re thirsty for a pint just jab a digit on the pubs, and they blossom up real nice to 3D. I’m telling ya that Dante is spot on the dot.”

“Yep, he percolates on hot. No debate there, my dingo-from-down-under friend. Have to say—never thought I’d be partnering with a werewolf, or hobnobbing with shifter and supernatural types. But here we are.”

“Here we are,” Keina echoed, as a large steel door slid open before them.

With Keina clinging to his arm, Drev stepped through to the well-lit guard room. He saluted the four bouncer types in his usual, easygoing manner. “How’s it howling, gentlemen?”

“Got a message from Dante,” the one in charge didn’t waste any breath. “He’d like a meeting with the four of ya after you’ve enjoyed dinner and drinks.”

“Sure thing. Did he specify where?” Drev asked, even as they moved toward another steel door that was opening for them.

“Dante said he’d find you. Not to worry about it. By the way, everything’s on the house tonight.”

“Thanks, gentlemen.” Drev saluted again, as they walked into one of the main corridors.

“Must be one bugger of a favor the alpha wolfman wants.” Dugger spoke once the bomb-impenetrable door locked into place behind them.

“Likely a major op of some kind.” After several instants of pondering on what might be up, Drev glanced at Keina. She met his gaze, and the love magic flowed between them overshadowing the concern in the depths of her eyes.

“Righto,” Dugger began. “Got a flea-itchy feeling somethin’ big and nasty is threatenin’ Peak territory.”

From his peripheral vision, Drev watched Dugger and Symone stride beside them, their arms entwined.

“Just as long as it isn’t another Franken-mammoth,” Symone bantered, but on a serious note.

“The Hellephant,” Drev answered Keina’s questioning gaze. “Whatever’s going on, it must not be a red-alert emergency.”

“Not friggin’ yet,” Dugger drily stated.

“Eat, drink, and be merry,” Keina chimed in, “then we face the monster.”

“Is that a cultural truism from your realm?” Symone asked.

“No, it’s a family dynastic thing. But celebrations are big in my world.”

Not wanting Keina to dwell on her banishment, or the looming threat of Prince Tretorff, Drev sought a way to change the conversation. “Speaking of celebrations, have you heard what Dante, and his crack staff, have lined up for the Christmas season…for Winter Solstice?”

Symone laughed in a manner that suggested happy overwhelm. “The list is long and amazing. Dugger has been after me to choose my favorites.”

“Anything my sheila wants.”

“Except for…?” Symone prompted.

“Except for…” Drev spoke when Dugger didn’t immediately respond.

“Except for,” Keina piped up, as the dingo shifter still hesitated.

“Crickey, gangin’ up on me. My aces pick this year is the Howl and Yowl Around the Yule Tree.”

“Howl and Yowl Around the Yule Tree?” Keina asked, puzzlement owning her voice.

“It’s a come as your beast-self celebration in the forest clearing closest to the club,” Symone explained. “With amenities for us human types. Hot cider, hot chocolate, hot toddies. Meat roasted on an open fire. Oh, and there will be veggie goodies for any vegan and the herbie shifters, of course.”

“Yeah, we’ll be howling and yowling carols to the Sacred Creator around a right, tall, handsome Douglas fir,” Dugger added. “A canine and feline back to nature rage-party, you might say.”

“I’ve promised to attend with my wild dingo. That is, if I get to put a leash on him.”
Symone’s lighthearted laughter followed. Drev glanced her way, given this was first time he’d known her to be this carefree.

“Leash, yeah, I can slip my head out of that noose anytime. But for you, gorgeous, I’ll act like a proper-trained poodle.” Dugger swung Symone before him and gave her a big loud smooch on the lips.

Drev couldn’t help but be a witness. He grinned down at Keina and they seized each other’s lips in a passionate but fast kiss.

Gathering Keina close to his side again, Drev winked back at Dugger. The four of them strolled toward the Ye Olde English Tavern, the first drinking and food establishment Dante had built inside the Pleasure Club. As Drev understood it, the alpha werewolf made constant improvements, and now included a neighborhood like pub inside. Usually, he frequented several other nightclubs.

“Yule tree?” Keina inquired. “I’ve heard of Yule logs.”

“Yule, or it’s known as Yuletide, sweetheart. It’s an archaic term for Christmas.” Drev hugged her waist. “It was originally a twelve day festival. The pagans liked to party.”

“Was it like “The Twelve Days of Christmas” song?” Symone asked.

“Probably a bloody historical link there.” Dugger reached for the ornate iron door handle.

“Wowser,” Keina burst out. “That door.” She stepped from Drev’s hold, flattening her hand on the dark heavy wood. “It’s similar to the castle doors in my realm.”

“Really?” Drev stepped beside his filly girl, his interest piqued bigtime. “This is a replica of a medieval castle door.”

“Medieval, of course,” Keina murmured. She lightly ran her fingers over the large bronze plaque in the center of the door.

“There Be Shapeshifters of Every Kind. Beware of Fangs, Claws and Tails.” Drev read the plaque out loud.

“They should add, beware of handsome dingo shifters,” Symone joked.

“Bang on,” Dugger growled. He eased the door open, waiting for him and Keina to step back. “Beware of a dingo shifter who wants his sheila. Bloody hell, we’ll rip through the belly of any beast.”

“Right with you, pal.” Drev burned with his own conviction.

Keina twined her arm with his. “That’s my stud man.” Adoration shone in her amethyst eyes, and she raised on tiptoe. “Mmm-mmm. You smell stud-virile. I can’t wait to get you alone again.”

“Patience,” Drev teased, and touched his lips to hers. “I want my filly girl well fed so she doesn’t run out of stamina.”


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

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