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PREVIEW: The Wolves of Kirkney- Chapter 4
The next part of my latest project, to be shown exclusively on Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/bigstories
The Wolves of Kirkney is a new novel I'm currently writing, which will be published by Blackwarren Books, which I work for as a contracted Editor. It is due to be published by the end of 2023, but if you enjoy hot werewolves, murder mysteries, Victorian nobility, snarky vampires, and fantasy action, then I'd love it if you kept your eyes out for this one. The rough draft's first chapters are available for viewing on Patreon for our $5 and $10 patrons, and I'll be uploading new chapters each month. Thank you for giving this a look over, and I hope you'll enjoy this particular story I have to share!
Duncan's claws dug deep into the rich earth of the woods around Kirkney Hall, the scents of the forest filling his nostrils. As his powerful legs carried him deeper through the moonlit trees, over rocks and roots, he let out a howl, and his ears swiveled as he heard his brother return the call. Duncan caught the scent of deer, and he and Oliver would flank it, a favored tactic amongst their pack, so they may claim the first kill of the hunt. Though he was not quite as large as his father, nor did he have the Curzon's magnificent white coats, Duncan was an impressive specimen amongst the werewolves- the Galbraith's hereditary red fur covered his hulking, muscular frame, cutting the figure of a fierce and bloody predator; amongst his clan, his claws were the longest and the sharpest, and his jaws the strongest. It had long been understood that, if duels of honor were to ever be fought, Duncan would be the Galbraith pack's natural champion.
This, he didn't mind- he felt the same sense of freedom his wife must be feeling in this form. Out in the woods, in the wild places left in the world, it didn't matter who he loved- all that mattered was strength and cunning, two traits Duncan had in excess. His brother howled a warning- Oliver was the best tracker of his generation, and Duncan always trusted his judgement; another werewolf was on their quarry's path, and now it was a race for the first kill.
The Wolves of Kirkney is a new novel I'm currently writing, which will be published by Blackwarren Books, which I work for as a contracted Editor. It is due to be published by the end of 2023, but if you enjoy hot werewolves, murder mysteries, Victorian nobility, snarky vampires, and fantasy action, then I'd love it if you kept your eyes out for this one. The rough draft's first chapters are available for viewing on Patreon for our $5 and $10 patrons, and I'll be uploading new chapters each month. Thank you for giving this a look over, and I hope you'll enjoy this particular story I have to share!
Duncan's claws dug deep into the rich earth of the woods around Kirkney Hall, the scents of the forest filling his nostrils. As his powerful legs carried him deeper through the moonlit trees, over rocks and roots, he let out a howl, and his ears swiveled as he heard his brother return the call. Duncan caught the scent of deer, and he and Oliver would flank it, a favored tactic amongst their pack, so they may claim the first kill of the hunt. Though he was not quite as large as his father, nor did he have the Curzon's magnificent white coats, Duncan was an impressive specimen amongst the werewolves- the Galbraith's hereditary red fur covered his hulking, muscular frame, cutting the figure of a fierce and bloody predator; amongst his clan, his claws were the longest and the sharpest, and his jaws the strongest. It had long been understood that, if duels of honor were to ever be fought, Duncan would be the Galbraith pack's natural champion.
This, he didn't mind- he felt the same sense of freedom his wife must be feeling in this form. Out in the woods, in the wild places left in the world, it didn't matter who he loved- all that mattered was strength and cunning, two traits Duncan had in excess. His brother howled a warning- Oliver was the best tracker of his generation, and Duncan always trusted his judgement; another werewolf was on their quarry's path, and now it was a race for the first kill.
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