Letting his nose follow her... Summer of Her Golden Wolf

"Intent" ~ Art by Anastasia

Wild thunderstorm howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

A couple of days ago on my tame prairie, lightning and loud thunder rolled through for quite a while during the middle of the night. It was definitely a wild-sounding storm that dumped over six inches of rain. Fortunately nothing was damaged. 

Also a couple of days before, another odd lightning event happened. I was letting one of the pets inside, and as I bent over to pick him up, this white misshapen ball of plasma-looking lightning—about the size of a softball—flashed directly behind him. So close, it couldn't have been more than a foot behind my pet...if that. However, there couldn't have been any real heat or sparks or any electrical charge because he didn't react at all. 

This strange event was similar to one I had, say over a year ago, where a blue streak of lightning flashed by my west-facing window, so close it stunned me. And what was also odd, this blue plasma-looking lightning streaked parallel to the ground, not toward the ground... and again, there were no burns or anything on the plants... nothing was singed at all. Weird, huh? 

Okay then, here are another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page. 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf

XIII 
Struggling to keep her breath, Kassy walked faster than was good for her. About halfway to her minivan, she glanced over her shoulder. He wasn't following. Bigtime relieved, she slowed gulping in breaths. Glad I parked in the shade. Close to hyperventilating, Kassy climbed inside her temporary travel home on wheels. She locked the door quickly. No sight of Mr. Wolf Zorzun. Once her breathing eased, Kassy grabbed her water bottle, and swallowed her supplements. She would have driven away, except a familiar exhaustion claimed her. Kassy could only crawl to her makeshift bed. She collapsed on the large pillows. 

XIV 
Letting his nose follow her, Zorzun planted his feet on the ground. Once he heard her vehicle's door open, the chase was on. His woman's scent told him an unhealthy fatigue caused her to fall asleep fast. His challenge: save his woman from herself, then meet Pellegro with a bottle of wine in about forty minutes. As if fleas attacked, Zorzun Itched to wolf-heal her. He silently opened the back door of her minivan, no problem. Careful not to disturb her, he slipped inside. Getting out of his clothes proved interesting in the confined space. But unleashing his wolf, easy. 

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Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

As if I'm a feather... Summer of Her Golden Wolf

Wolf Spirit of the Golden Moon by Carol Cavalaris

Summer heat howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yep, the heat is on, on my tame prairie. And it's haying time. My fields have been cut and the huge elephant bales dot the land waiting to be collected. 

Whew, the trials and tribulations of life never ceases. I so wish I could write regularly again. Anyway today, at the end of my half-mile, grassy drive, there was a large, mostly yellow, gorgeous butterfly who sadly was not among the living anymore. Butterfly was so dang beautiful, I couldn't resist bringing him/her up to the house. 

Here are another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page. 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf

XI 
Mygawd, he's carrying me as if I'm a feather. Shock raced through Kassy drumming her heart. Just what I need on top of anaphylactic shock. More shock. For a moment, the downright sexiness of the man hit Kassy, slapped her senses wide awake. Where was he taking her? His stride was decisive alright. Kassy couldn't see the direction they headed. 
I'm taking you to my truck to revive you. 
Kassy stilled inside. Did I really hear those words? 
Telepathy. Yes, I'm speaking to you, beautiful woman. 
Beautiful woman? More shock wave-rolled through Kassy. She mentally shook herself. No. Stop. Stop.

XII 
I can't put you down. Leave you unattended. Howls, his woman felt deliciously perfect in his arms. 
Moments later she stiffened. Wriggling slightly, she came out of her seizure. Relief washed through Zorzun down to the soles of his feet.  
"Put me down. I can walk now." 
"Are you sure you're okay?" 
"Put me down, please."  
Reluctance stabbed Zorzun. Yet he carefully placed her on her feet. When she steadied, he stepped back.
Watching him warily she backed away. "Thanks for your help. I can manage now." 
She turned, and Zorzun leashed himself shoving his hands in his jean pockets. 

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Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

"Oh no." Kassy held her breath... Summer of Her Golden Wolf

One of the golden fur wolves in Wolf Peak Territory ... a snapshot. 

*Dog Days of Summer* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Aww...summer life on my tame prairie... yesterday, I had the extreme pleasure of watching a beautiful brown hummingbird through my fave western-facing window ... Hummingbird came close a few times, only a couple of feet away... what a joy, and hummingbirds are supposed to be good luck. I sure do hope so. I could use it. 

A couple of nights before, I had a toad encounter. I'd seen a few tiny baby toads hopping about outside my backdoor and on the gravel grassy driveway... anyway, it was about three in the morning when I heard this crinkling sound. I thought it was a mouse who had gotten into the house. Since the crinkling wouldn't stop, I smacked the area with a pillow more than several times hoping that would frighten the critter away, so I could go back to sleep. Nope. Then, I caught a quick glimpse of this critter that hopped high... so, the ole brain kicked in, and upon further inspection I found a calming sitting half-grown toad. Having had a toad friend many years ago, who would go to the door to be let out, I have a real fondness for the toadikans kind. Since it's dangerous for Toad to be in the house, well, the chase ensued... and it was a merry one indeed... with small box in hand and a makeshift lid, I did my utmost to convince cute toad to jump in and let me put him/her outside... after many failures, finally I was able to urge Toad to jump inside, once again, and I got the lid on fast enough... well, Toad didn't jump against the lid at all, and I got him/her outside, then gently turned the box so *born free* toad could be on his/her way. With decorum, Toad left the box, and casually hopped away... and didn't seem to be traumatized at all. Of course, I told toadikans that I was only trying to help him/her go outside. The only problem with this chase, I desperately needed uninterrupted sleep... but that's the way it goes, and I do like those toadies. Always have, since I was a kid and watched them in the basement window wells of our house. Live free and happy, Toadie cutie. 

So, yes, I managed another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page. 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf 

IX 
"Oh no." Kassy held her breath and covered her nose. Too late. A couple wearing clothing saturated by cigarette smoke passed by. "Allergic. Don't call 911. Please, don't. They'll kill me," she gasped out before the seizure hit. Her knees buckled, and Kassy collapsed, helpless, unable to speak. Yet she remained conscious, aware, as usual. 
Zorzun's strong arms, amazingly strong, caught her. "How do I help you?" His whispered words felt intimate. Somehow. 
Can't speak. Dammit. Frustration knifed Kassy, and she wished like hell the seizure would end quickly. She never knew how long it would last. Only that she recovered.

X 
Zorzun held the limp body of his woman close. "It's okay," he told several people who looked on with concern, and were poised to call 911. Lifting her into his arms, he added, "she had the flu recently. I'll take her to the hospital, have her checked out." As he strode toward his blue Ranger truck, Zorzun performed a mental scan automatically. What was wrong with her? He'd have to search deeper. No matter what, he'd find a way to heal her. Zorzun figured the curvaceous redhead was in her fifties. No problem. He owned a hundred and fifty-five years. 

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Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Kassy fumed and frowned, hearing... Summer of Her Golden Wolf

Painting of a wolf family enjoying summer in Wolf Peak Territory.  

Summer-strolling howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

My latest domestic adventure? Dealing with a small freezer I ordered since my old fridge is losing ground when it comes to cooling. Once again, my kind neighbor came through, and I managed to maneuver this chest freezer into position...that is, once I did another rearranging and cleaning project. It's amazing what you find sometimes, that you forgot you had. ~grins~ 

Okay, I was a guest on Delilah Devlin's blog yesterday. The title of my post is: The Shooting Star Rise of the American Cowboy ~http://www.delilahdevlin.com/blog/2017/07/06/savanna-kougar-the-shooting-star-rise-of-the-american-cowboy~ 

Anyway, I think I did pretty fair job of answering my opening question: Why do I love writing cowboy heroes in paranormal settings? 

Alrighty then...I checked out the Smashwords survey wanting to discover a possible direction ... or what to concentrate on ... that is, if I ever get enough time and energy to write regularly again. It's really been frustrating! ~big sighs~ However, I didn't discover any useful direction. Although, it's good to know ROMANCE NOVELS are still the big sellers. 

Yes, I managed two more flashes with my heroine, Kassy, and her hero, Zorzun. 
Also, I made a page~check the tabs above~for SUMMER OF HER GOLDEN WOLF... 'cause eventually this flash-scene story will get too long to post every time. 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf

I
"Where are the ghosts?" someone jokingly called out. Kassy laughed along with the rest of the group touring the Bannack, Montana ghost town. 
"Mining for gold, what else?" the guide shot back, then launched into her recitation of Bannack's gold rush history. 
Kassy trailed behind studying the old-timey tools inside the ore crushing mill. What had life been like, really? For moments eery whispers bombarded her head. As quickly, they stopped. What the...? 
Real ghosts? 
No, we live. The image of a young handsome man appeared holding an open bag of gold nuggets. 
Dumbstruck, Kassy murmured, "Gold fever never dies." 

II 
Shapeshifter, Zorzun, used his wolf nose to sniff the summer wind gently sweeping through Bannack. He sought the bold half god who had telepathically contacted Dante, the alpha werewolf leader of Wolf Peak Territory. Claiming to possess vital intel, the rogue deity finally convinced the Peak's Circle of Witches of his beneficent intention. Zorzun had been chosen as Dante's 'trusted one' to meet with Pellegro. After all, he'd previously interacted with another god dynasty on Earth. Yet instead of Pellegro's power-potent essence, Zorzun caught whiffs of the most divine female scent. The woman was human. But her lineage was rare. 

III
"Did you hear that?" A tall sexy man asked over his shoulder. He reminded Kassy of a strutting rooster—certainly with that shock of red hair. 
"What did your hear?" she asked, playing it safe. 
He faced her, a smile playing on his lips. "The whispers," he paused. His blue-gray eyes glittered...yes, supernaturally. "Whispers from those who live in our past." 
"Yes, whispers," she admitted. "But I didn't hear anything specific...until..."
"Until?" He raised a brow truly interested. 
"A vision," she hesitated, "of a miner with gold nuggets. He spoke." 
"Pardon me," he looked above her, "the wolf arrives." 

IV 
She drew him like a super-charged magnet. Zorzun forced himself to continue his casual stride toward Hendricks Mill, where the mined gold had been processed. Howl about fate's inopportune timing. Here he was on a mission, and mating excitement gnawed at him with vicious fangs. He hadn't even seen her. Not yet. Wait! Zorzun halted in his tracks, sniffing again. By the grace of Mother Shining Moon, the demigod's supernatural odor slapped his nostrils. More intriguing, the woman's scent mingled with Pellegro's. They stood together inside the ore mill. Howls, yes! Zorzun hurried his steps as fast as he dared. 

V 
"Wolf?" Kassy blurted out. Damn, wish I hadn't said that. Leave, she told herself, before something weird, something not-good happens. Intending to slip around Mr. Rooster Guy, instead Kassy found herself sandwiched between two tall muscular men. Very *yum* muscular men. Her breath jerked inward. As quick, the air whooshed out of her lungs. Great, how embarrassing. "Excuse me." Kassy took a step. The wolf, as Mr. Rooster called him...he moved with her, blocking her escape. "Pellegro, may I assume?" Mr. Wolf's deep resonant voice shivery-melted Kassy—to her shock. No, no! She stiffened her spine. "Get out of my way." 

VI 
"Pellegro, may I assume?" Zorzun made damn certain the flame-haired woman remained caged between him and the half-god. 
"Get out of my way." Even though her tone was soft, controlled, her words pelted him, both ice and fire. 
"Ma'am, I'd like a word with you. Please." 
"What for?" 
Picking up her mental vibes, Zorzun knew the woman pressed against him, wished like hell she could stomp his foot. Leave. Given he sported cowboy boots, and she wore running shoes, he was safe. Zorzun grinned to himself. 
"At your service. To whom am I speaking?" Pellegro smirked, understanding glinting his eyes. 

VII 
Now what? Kassy fumed and frowned, hearing... 
"Zorzun is my handle. Dante sends his regards. Where would you like to speak?" 
Zorzun, what an unusual name. Does he have to feel this good? Dammit!  Irritated, her anger rising, Kassy wriggled wanting to edge her way out. Nope, she stopped. He liked it  too much. 
Should I scream, make a scene? 
"There's quite the lovely picnic spot by the water at Vigilante campground. Do you know the area?" Pellegro's accent intrigued Kassy. Who was Mr. Rooster?  
"I do. Should I bring lunch?" Zorzun cupped her shoulder, so gently she couldn't complain. 

VIII 
The woman he thought of his already, the woman he touched, singed him with her inner fire. Given her fury to be free of him, Zorzun figured he should be going up in flames. Howls, he'd be on mating fire once they... 
"I have enough lunch to share." The smirk stayed on Pellegro's face. "I'll expect you in an hour. Bring a bottle of wine. You are a connoisseur, correct?" 
"Your preference?" Zorzun arched his brows. 
"Surprise me." 
Before he could blink, the half god spun away, and was strolling down the path. 
"Wow, where did he go?" his woman murmured. 

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Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

"Wolf?" Kassy blurted out... Summer of Her Golden Wolf

*Summer On the Tame Prairie* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Here's hoping you have a wonderful FOURTH celebration! 

The butterflies have just been exquisite this year, and often dancing-flit with each other. Oh, today, I did have a scare when I trekked back from my mailbox. Unknown to me, a bee flew down the back of my shirt. I felt this like bites twice on my upper back...not too painful. But I ended up taking the shirt off, which was a very good thing, since the bee flew off... it hadn't stung me too deeply, and I made it back to the house without the severe *can't breathe* stuff kicking in. I took my Aller-Max capsules, felt some systems, but was okay a couple of hours later. Thank you, Divine. 

Okay then, I did pen the next two hundred-word flashes for ... 

Summer of Her Golden Wolf 

I
"Where are the ghosts?" someone jokingly called out. Kassy laughed along with the rest of the group touring the Bannack, Montana ghost town. 
"Mining for gold, what else?" the guide shot back, then launched into her recitation of Bannack's gold rush history. 
Kassy trailed behind studying the old-timey tools inside the ore crushing mill. What had life been like, really? For moments eery whispers bombarded her head. As quickly, they stopped. What the...? 
Real ghosts? 
No, we live. The image of a young handsome man appeared holding an open bag of gold nuggets. 
Dumbstruck, Kassy murmured, "Gold fever never dies." 

II 
Shapeshifter, Zorzun, used his wolf nose to sniff the summer wind gently sweeping through Bannack. He sought the bold half god who had telepathically contacted Dante, the alpha werewolf leader of Wolf Peak Territory. Claiming to possess vital intel, the rogue deity finally convinced the Peak's Circle of Witches of his beneficent intention. Zorzun had been chosen as Dante's 'trusted one' to meet with Pellegro. After all, he'd previously interacted with another god dynasty on Earth. Yet instead of Pellegro's power-potent essence, Zorzun caught whiffs of the most divine female scent. The woman was human. But her lineage was rare. 

III
"Did you hear that?" A tall sexy man asked over his shoulder. He reminded Kassy of a strutting rooster—certainly with that shock of red hair. 
"What did your hear?" she asked, playing it safe. 
He faced her, a smile playing on his lips. "The whispers," he paused. His blue-gray eyes glittered...yes, supernaturally. "Whispers from those who live in our past." 
"Yes, whispers," she admitted. "But I didn't hear anything specific...until..."
"Until?" He raised a brow truly interested. 
"A vision," she hesitated, "of a miner with gold nuggets. He spoke." 
"Pardon me," he looked above her, "the wolf arrives." 

IV 

She drew him like a super-charged magnet. Zorzun forced himself to continue his casual stride toward Hendricks Mill, where the mined gold had been processed. Howl about fate's inopportune timing. Here he was on a mission, and mating excitement gnawed at him with vicious fangs. He hadn't even seen her. Not yet. Wait! Zorzun halted in his tracks, sniffing again. By the grace of Mother Shining Moon, the demigod's supernatural odor slapped his nostrils. More intriguing, the woman's scent mingled with Pellegro's. They stood together inside the ore mill. Howls, yes! Zorzun hurried his steps as fast as he dared. 

V 

"Wolf?" Kassy blurted out. Damn, wish I hadn't said that. Leave, she told herself, before something weird, something not-good happens. Intending to slip around Mr. Rooster Guy, instead Kassy found herself sandwiched between two tall muscular men. Very *yum* muscular men. Her breath jerked inward. As quick, the air whooshed out of her lungs. Great, how embarrassing. "Excuse me." Kassy took a step. The wolf, as Mr. Rooster called him...he moved with her, blocking her escape. "Pellegro, may I assume?" Mr. Wolf's deep resonant voice shivery-melted Kassy—to her shock. No, no! She stiffened her spine. "Get out of my way." 

VI 

"Pellegro, may I assume?" Zorzun made damn certain the flame-haired woman remained caged between him and the half-god. 
"Get out of my way." Even though her tone was soft, controlled, her words pelted him, both ice and fire. 
"Ma'am, I'd like a word with you. Please." 
"What for?" 
Picking up her mental vibes, Zorzun knew the woman pressed against him, wished like hell she could stomp his foot. Leave. Given he sported cowboy boots, and she wore running shoes, he was safe. Zorzun grinned to himself. 
"At your service. To whom am I speaking?" Pellegro smirked, understanding glinting his eyes. 

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