Wolf Moon: Fevered Hearts Sneak Peek

Changes, Books and Other Plans
January 7, 2012
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January 10, 2012

The Wolf Moon was the name given by Native Americans to a full moon that occurs in January.  They chose the name because they heard hungry wolf packs howl outside the villages. Tonight is the first full moon of the year and it’s January, so to honor our wolf moon, I thought I’d share a little excerpt from Brave Are the Lonely, the upcoming second book in the Fevered Hearts series featuring one of my favorite wolves.

Brave Are the Lonely
Fevered Hearts #2
When the spirit fever
struck a town, a village or an outpost, it left few if any survivors. The white
man blamed the Indian saying they used their mojo on them.  The Indians blamed the white man for
angering the spirits.  The
survivors knew it didn’t matter. 
The Fevered were forever changed
 
 

Kid.
Padding
over to the still, slumped form of the boy.  He pressed a nose to his cheek.  The wolf hurt. 
The boy waved a hand up to shove the wolf’s cold face away from
his.  But the wolf remained
undeterred, Cody shoved his nose harder against Kid. 
“Dammit,
Cody,” Kid slurred. 
“Knock it off.”
But the
boy’s eyes opened and then closed at the harsh light flooding the area. The sun
was halfway up the sky.   Kid
groaned and dragged an arm across his face.  “What the hell?”
Cody
growled and gave Kid another shove until the boy finally sat up.  Content he wasn’t a prone target
anymore, Cody spun in a slow circle, studying the area.  The caravan was gone.  All the wagons.
Save one.
Head
cocked, Cody’s teeth bared.
Mariska
stared at him, her mouth open in silent horror.
He
stalked forward, tongue lolling against his teeth.  He smelled no one else, just her.
She was
alone.
Alone and lashed by
sturdy ropes to the back wheel of her wagon.
Face to
face, he glared at her. 
The stink
of her fear clogged his nose.  The
wolf arched his head, enjoying the tart scent of it. 
“What
the hell?”  Kid stumbled to a
halt next to him, a hand pressed
to his head as though staving off the ache.  Like the wolf, he stared at Mariska.
“Let
me go.”  Cody’s spitting kitten
recovered from the shock stippling her features.
“I
didn’t tie you up, ma’am.” 
Kid groaned.  “And
until I know who did and why the hell I feel like this, I think you can stay
right there.”
Cody
growled.
Agreed.
Mariska’s
gaze darted back to him.  His lips
peeled back from his teeth.
She’d
better start explaining.
Heather Long