Darkest NightA Chapter by Queen AmberThe opening scene of a book I am working on. This is a mourning scene though the book is paranormal romance.Twenty-seven wolves paced at the edge of the property line, restlessly heaving white puffs into the frozen air. They daren’t cross this property line, but the call was pulling all of them. Two small grays hunkered down, whining and scratching at their ears. The animals inched closer, sensing they were needed despite the danger. Heads down, bodies tucked low, ears forward… inching towards the one whose pain they’d been drowning in for the last six hours. They soon paced in a loose circle around the mourning silver she-wolf, close enough to touch had she only had human hands… The silver-white wolf, centered midst the circling new-comers, tossed her head back yet again in a toneless howl. Her last; her voice was completely spent. The pack’s alpha broke formation to approach the heart-broken howler. It’s time. He told her, brushing her smaller form with his. Jasir would not like you mourning so long. You need rejoin the pack, forget this place and join us. The hunt is not yet done. I can’t. I’m not…She flared her teeth, licking her nose in distaste. I can’t do what you want. I’m not ready. He just started his walk. He started his walk long ago, Not now, Krieger. I’m trying, but not now. Later. Now! The large black nipped again at the smaller moonstruck female, growling and showing teeth. I’ll not be disobeyed. Dropping her head to the ground, she moved to join the pack, circling, tail tucked. © 2010 Queen AmberAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorQueen AmberKansas City, MOAboutI'm addicted to paranormal, urban romance. If Laurell K. Hamilton, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Christine Feehan, Christine Warren or J.R. Ward wrote it, I've read it and own it. Ok, that's not entirely true. I .. more..Writing
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