Monday, June 19, 2017

Summer of Her Golden Wolf ~ An Ongoing Flash-Scene Story

This Week In Wolf Peak Territory: Playing In the Wildflower Daisy Field ... The Cubs Are Hiding

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~ 

Summer-firefly howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

The fireflies on the tame prairie have been absolutely magickal this year. Even during a rainshower they flew and flitted and flashed there colorful lights. The scene was surreal, a beautiful surreal that I can't quite describe. In fact, I never felt anything like it. 

So, I managed another 200 words in my flash-scene story. Included is last week's beginning scene, then the next two flashes. 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf 

"Where are the ghosts?" someone jokingly called out. Kassy laughed along with the rest of the group touring the Bannack, Montana ghost town. 
"Mining for gold, what else?" the guide shot back, then launched into her recitation of Bannack's gold rush history. 
Kassy trailed behind studying the old-timey tools inside the ore crushing mill. What had life been like, really? For moments eery whispers bombarded her head. As quickly, they stopped. What the...? 
Real ghosts? 
No, we live. The image of a young handsome man appeared holding an open bag of gold nuggets. 
Dumbstruck, Kassy murmured, "Gold fever never dies." 

Shapeshifter, Zorzun, used his wolf nose to sniff the summer wind gently sweeping through Bannack. He sought the bold half god who had telepathically contacted Dante, the alpha werewolf leader of Wolf Peak Territory. Claiming to possess vital intel, the rogue deity finally convinced the Peak's Circle of Witches of his beneficent intention. Zorzun had been chosen as Dante's 'trusted one' to meet with Pellegro. After all, he'd previously interacted with another god dynasty on Earth. Yet instead of Pellegro's power-potent essence, Zorzun caught whiffs of the most divine female scent. The woman was human. But her lineage was rare. 

"Did you hear that?" A tall sexy man asked over his shoulder. He reminded Kassy of a strutting rooster—certainly with that shock of red hair. 
"What did your hear?" she asked, playing it safe. 
He faced her, a smile playing on his lips. "The whispers," he paused. His blue-gray eyes glittered...yes, supernaturally. "Whispers from those who live in our past." 
"Yes, whispers," she admitted. "But I didn't hear anything specific...until..."
"Until?" He raised a brow truly interested. 
"A vision," she hesitated, "of a miner with gold nuggets. He spoke." 
"Pardon me," he looked above her, "the wolf arrives." 


She drew him like a super-charged magnet. Zorzun forced himself to continue his casual stride toward Hendricks Mill, where the mined gold had been processed. Howl about fate's inopportune timing. Here he was on a mission, and mating excitement gnawed at him with vicious fangs. He hadn't even seen her. Not yet. Wait! Zorzun halted in his tracks, sniffing again. By the grace of Mother Shining Moon, the demigod's supernatural odor slapped his nostrils. More intriguing, the woman's scent mingled with Pellegro's. They stood together inside the ore mill. Howls, yes! Zorzun hurried his steps as fast as he dared. 


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