Merry Christmas and Happy Howlidays, shapeshifter lovers.
In this flash scene, Dante and Kitty, move forward in their lives. The time has come to say the final goodbye to Talbot Peak...to begin a new chapter of their lives in Wolf Peak Territory...to build their small town of Moonrise, Montana.
Every soul, shifter and supernatural, wishes you and yours the merriest and most miraculous of holidays.
Goodbye, Gone with wild sweep of the winds...
From his underground tunnel Dante, alpha werewolf, took a last look at the basement room beneath the Talbot Peak library. Silently, he woofed 'goodbye' to the shifter/supernaturals' town—to all those he once cared deeply about. Including Mayor Gilbert, and the mayor's pal, Chewie, the rat shifter from New York City.
The unfortunate situation Gilbert, the white were-squirrel, had caused was like a fur hunter's steel-spring trap. Dante didn't intend to be cruelly trapped. He didn't intend to allow all those he loved, those who remained loyal to him, to be captured or assassinated by any number of diabolical enemies—enemies from across the planet.
Already Talbot Peak crawled with undercover agents from various, super secret organizations. Yeah, howls from hell, cryptid hunters, monster hunters, and avid paranormal investigators, arrived daily.
There'd been no way for his cyber team to stop the viral communication exposing Talbot Peak, especially on the dark net. And scat dammit, the town's computers were under constant hack attacks—from the amateur who simply wanted info about shapeshifters to the shadowy groups whose mission was to murder every living shifter.
Dante growled mentally, savagely. He'd recently sent his own covert team into Talbot Peak to keep an eye on the unfolding deadly nightmare. As humans, they were likely to be ignored, even with their super psychic powers.
A mix of fierce emotions raced through Dante as he closed the tunnel's round, ten-foot titanum door. Sadness, disappointment, regret, fury—compassion for the innocent who stayed blind, and pity for those who believed the establishment cared about them.
The loud solid clank as the tunnel door settled into position ripped through Dante, in a painful way he hadn't expected. Howls! He'd put his wolf heart and soul into building up Talbot Peak.
Spinning the locking mechanism, Dante sealed the door. He'd had the roomy tunnel constructed from the Pleasure Club to the library for two main reasons. First, for his beloved Kitty, so she could easily come to him without being detected—and so he could come to her. Over the past several years, their love and lust for each other had only grown. Beyond what he dared to imagine.
The second reason, should there ever be a catastrophic event where the town needed to be evacuated, everyone could have been moved to Bunkerville, the prepper-survival wing he'd built inside his Pleasure Club compound. Dante'd made certain his survival team stocked enough food and supplies to take care of every man, woman, and child for several years.
Now that was gone. Gone with wild sweep of the winds over Wolf Peak Territory.
And, now to keep everyone in his pack's territory safe, Dante sealed both of his tunnels into Talbot Peak. Earlier in the day, he'd shut off the other tunnel that opened beneath the highschool gymnasium. That had been the designated gathering point in an case of an emergency evacuation.
"Goodbye," Kitty teary-whispered. She stood behind him.
"Goodbye," Dante echoed. He spun to his Kitty.
His beautiful mate's face dripped with slow-rolling tears. Her gorgeous eyes were pools reflecting the devastating sadness that lived deep inside her.
As if to shield herself from more pain, his woman clutched an enormous, gold-lettered, leather-bound tome to her chest. Beside her was a large rolling cart where she'd stacked her personal collection of ancient manuscripts, and the last of her belongings.
During the week they'd moved her possessions out of the small house Kitty owned, where she'd lived ever since her family's arrival in Talbot Peak. Several years before his sire, Daemon, had taken over the small, off-the-beaten-path town, they'd fallen in love, become teenage lovers.
But because his werewolf sire ferociously, ruthlessly hated feline shifters, and Kitty's life had been in danger, Dante had roared out of the Peak on his Harley. He'd traveled the world, explored whatever fascinated him, and found other hidden shifter and supernatural communities. He'd befriended many, as they'd befriend him.
Now, he was leaving Talbot Peak again. The difference, his Kitty was beside him, his forever mate. That's all that mattered. That, and the Wolf Peak home he could provide to keep her safe from his sire, from the barbaric, cunning evils of the world.
Together, over the past years, they'd built a strong, prospering community of shapeshifters and supernatural types. Now... howls to Mother Moon... now, they would continue, move forward, along with those in his Inner Circle of Protectors—like White Fang, his right hand super-wolf man.
As Dante approached, his Kitty carefully placed the tome she'd discovered inside a Templar type of chest on the cart. "Yes, go ahead. Thank you." She gave a grateful nod to Kailla, her assistant.
The human woman had recently moved to Talbot Peak to work in the library. Given Kailla was being wooed by Thundercloud, a silver wolf-god, she'd decided to live at the Pleasure Club complex. Besides, Dante knew from Kitty that Kailla despised corrupt politicians, and believed strongly in free speech— in the right of creative free expression. That she wanted no part in the high-handed way Gilbert was currently running Talbot Peak.
Dante took Kitty in his arms, hugging her close. He felt her teardrops as their hearts joined, beating in sync. For long moments, they simply stood together, embracing each other—wrapped in each other, wrapped in that perfect and sacred union of male and female.
"We'll build a better town. We'll make certain everyone has a wonderful Christmas holiday." His Kitty spoke with spirited determination. Raising her head, she gazed at him, and Dante lost himself in the sparkling loveliness that were her eyes.
"No use crying over spilt milk...right?" his woman quipped. She trailed her fingertips along his cheek, and smiled a tiny brave smile.
"It's all about protecting our own right now... and celebrating the season, my beautiful kitten."
"Yes...it is," she softly replied. Her love for him shone in her eyes, as brightly as any Christmas star atop a tree.
Dante stroked his woman's hair. As usual, her inner glow transfixed him, and pleasurably leashed him.
"Lots of mistletoe decorating the Pleasure Club," he teased in a low tone—in the intimate voice he used only for her.
"Is that so, my big bad werewolf? I'll just have to drag you beneath the mistletoe..."
Kitty didn't get to finish. Wild with desire, Dante dipped his head and kissed her lush lips. For a very long time.
Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance