TITLE: Dance of the Wolf
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
Anna raced down the path, her long skirts bunched in her hands, when she heard the howling again.
On the heels of the beast’s lonely sound a rifle barked, drawing her up short. She shrank down and tried to calm her breathing when she heard a second shot ring out, this time followed by another howl, full of rage.
Clouds surrounded the moon and she saw nothing; heard only a whimper and a rustle in the brush ahead. More concerned for the wounded animal than herself, Anna pushed forward again until she broke though a thicket into a small clearing and gasped.
The clouds parted exposing the animal in all its glory. Not ten feet from her stood a beautiful wolf. None of the pictures she’d seen could compare. Midnight black with silver tipped ears and cape, eyes glowing red, the beast stood still, the only sound, its labored panting. The animal’s wide chest expanded with each intake of air and Anna waited, holding her breath as the magnificent creature stared but made no move toward her. What fear she may have harbored dissolved. The urge to touch that beautiful pelt overwhelmed her and heedless of the danger, she took a tentative step forward. The wolf stood its ground, silent, unmoving. She caught sight of something wet on its thick, dark fur and its eyes held a knowing, almost human look, before the animal’s gaze lowered and it bowed its massive head to her.