Happy Mother’s Day and Greetings Earthlings. Today, I’m sharing another snippet from my Bitter Creek Holler title, Ursus Horriblilis.
“If the wolf’s pelt didn’t belong to a pack member, why are you so set on having it?” Rhee persisted.
Shep wanted to tell her to hush, to not draw attention to herself, but the old man fixed his crazy eyes on her again.
“Mate,” the old lobo rasped, the one word so laden with sorrow it resonated in the room and caused a chorus of mournful howls.
Damn, no wonder the old man is more than half crazy. Lonestar’s mate had been killed and skinned.
“How long ago?” Shep asked, ready to leave and help Lonestar retrieve the white wolf pelt.
The question of when it happened seemed to stump the other shifter. The old man frowned as if searching for the answer and finally growled, “Winter. 1867.”
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Oh, glory. How very sad. Great snippet, Gem.
Poor wolf. 🙁
Sad, but intriguing. great snippet.
That’s so sad. People are terrible!
Great mood, well done.
Oh, that poor man. How awful…
Heartbreaking, but very well-written, Gem. 🙂
Very powerful. And of course it makes me wonder if the killer is still around.
What emotion in this snippet. You’ve done a great job capturing it!
I don’t care how long ago it happened, it’s still very sad. Wonderful job with this excerpt.
Oh no! Emotive piece, well written as always Gem!
The sadness always lasts when a loved one is killed. Good writing, Gem.
I love the characterization of Lonestar. It’s not overdone, but I get a perfect image of him and who he is. Well done.
Very sad, but a nice excerpt.
What a horrible thing to happen. Like always, you draw me right into your story.
Wow. Way to set a tone! Excellent snippet, but so sad.
Well, now that you’ve wrenched my heart out…
Very effective way to drop some important back story in there. Good stuff.
Wow! Just wow! Great 8!