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eBook Category: Erotica/Fantasy
eBook Description: For the first time in nearly seventy years wolf song can be heard throughout the great valley of Yellowstone. But as the chill December winds gather something dark, powerful and mystical stalks the valley and Toren Crushing has become its prey. Renee Faroque is a Shaman's Granddaughter--a child of the great Crow Indians. She has learned great knowledge from her dream-walks with her ancestors. But has she learned enough to save herself and the beautiful stranger from the ancient evil that abides within?

eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, Published: extasybooks.com, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2008

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.1 MB], eReader (PDB) [71 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [43 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [39 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [547 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [110 KB], hiebook (KML) [155 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [111 KB], iSilo (PDB) [36 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [45 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [116 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [63 KB]
Words: 14077
Reading time: 40-56 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-55410-813-6

I never understood how lonely it was to die, but as I lay there in the cold, wet snow, my throat torn open to the cool light of the winter sky, while claws ripped into my belly as this ... this thing that I thought was one of my wolves, tore me to shreds, I realized I never really fully appreciated my life.

Such sentimental fools, you humans, the creature said, my blood coating it lips and teeth.

I lay there subtly growing numb in bounds, darkness creeping its way around the edges of my sight, my breathing growing shallower as the light of the world flickered then faded. In my ears the creature laughed as it hovered above me.

I struggled to open my eyes. Death called me as my blood spilled out onto the crisp white snow. Looking up, I could just make out the face of a man shimmering amidst the white glow of the wolf's face above me--two halves of the same whole. Man and beast combined. Laughing. Relishing my death.

It was surreal and mystical and horrible as I lay there and felt the dark sludge of death fill my soul as I tried desperately to cling to my own body. Yet, somehow through the fog of my death, I felt the hilt of the blade I'd absently tucked at my waist--a last thought as I left my cabin what seemed like a lifetime before. It became my last dying thought to ram it straight through the heart of this white deviled beast.

There came a guttural howl fading into a screeching moan that brought my eyes open that one last time. I was already too far gone--walking the great walk in the land of the dead. Unable to comprehend what was taking place, my eyes locked onto what appeared to be the sparkling image of the wolf merged with that of a man as he hovered above me--shimmering and glistening like mystical snow.

Protruding from his heart, the hilt of my blade, thick with crimson as his blood seeped in running rivulets from his wound to mine. He cried out to God or ancestors long since dead. The sound deafening, filled with angst and defeat. Then, like the very winds that blow off the northern face of the Rockies, his essence scattered like the dust of diamonds.

It was the last thing I remember before the darkness pulled me under. That, and the hollowed cries of his pack echoing their loss beneath the rising of the moon's bright glow.