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.

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