The howl of something mysterious echoes in the wide evening sky above you. Lost in the middle of the forest with the other cruise participants, Tasha and Dalton; you not to certain what to expect. You had secretly arrived to this location via the ship's transporter. Once again, you had gone to bed and awoke to find yourself dressed and somewhere you don't recall being before. This morning you went on a long hike with Tasha and some of the others. The deep forest and large mountains teased you into thinking you were still in Colorado. You had asked Tasha about it but she only told you that you were nowhere near Colorado or civilization. You had been thrust into the wild. The soldiers that surrounded the area were only there to protect you and the others. Protect you from what?
The howling grows closer. You skin crawls with anticipation of an attack. The warrior in you beckons to be alert. Anything could happen. You can't trust anyone on this cruise. Hadn't you been subjected to time travel, vampires, a talking cat, magic and other odd circumstances? What's next a talking wolf?
|Wold in New Mexico by SiSter PhotograPer|
Hello. My name is Convel and I…am a wolf. The place you will be getting to know is far from the human cities, or what remains of them. You will need to tread carefully, though of course the pack will be able to hear you. As long as you stay at my side and don’t touch anything, you will be fine.
*Convel growled gently, his tail wagging only slightly before he headed down the side of a cliff into an immense chasm. Over one half of the chasm was filled with thickly leafed trees, though the wolf led the reader down into the more open side of the chasm. Steps had to be taken carefully before they stepped onto flat, snow-covered ground.*
This is where we live. The forest is where we hunt, and we have two dens we sleep in. The smaller one is here, and if you look to the side you can see a frozen pool of water that we use to drink from when we are here. This is the space that we play in most the time. You need to watch your footing though, the snow is deep and in places there are a lot of ice-patches.
*Without hesitating, the black male wolf headed towards the largest opening and stuck his head inside as though testing it was safe for the person he was leading about. With a slow nod, he clearly judged it safe before stepping aside to reveal the murky insides, the walls around at head-height and even taller marked with faint claw marks far beyond anything a wolf could make.*
This was our first den, and little did we know that it had been home to something far deadlier…but I believe a certain Author will have my fur. If you’ll follow me now, we’ll head into the forest now. Watch above you though- cougars are a bit of a pest around here. They tend to spring from above us. The snow in the forest is deeper, darker than you will be used to so keep me in sight or else you may find yourself lost.
*Convel partly disappeared into the shadows as he walked, though he was courteous enough to head back and check on the reader before urging them on silently. They came across various clearings with scuffled snow, but the wolf didn’t hesitate there until it came to the stream, where he drank. His tail wagged lightly before he lifted his head and wagged his tail. He leaped at the reader, pushing them into the snow as a golden frame soars into the air and then takes off following his furious growl.*
I’m afraid that it’s not safe for you to go any further into the territory. If you want to head back, I’ll go get the pack and make sure that that cat is punished for attacking a guest. Thanks for joining us today.
Dominique Goodall is the author of Echoes of Winter, available on December the 11th. Echoes of Winter is the first book in the Seasons of the Wolf series - just proving the author to be a self-confessed wolf addict. She has currently been published in two anthologies by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing and is currently working on getting herself better known by sending in manuscripts for as many different anthologies as she possibly can.
As much as she loves to admit it, she never will be able to count her wolf stuff- there’s nothing left for her to be truly able to collect without her own home.
She can be friended on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/WaterSinger Her author page on Facebook is here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dominique-Goodall-author/250907358312446 The page for Echoes of Winter is here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Echoes-of-Winter/355235744499607 Her twitter name is: https://twitter.com/#!/DomGoodall And her blog can be found here: http://dominiquegoodall.wordpress.com/
And the trailer for her book is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kix63EXBW50&feature=plcp