Lone Wolf's Passion

Werewolf Lucas Maclean moved to rural Montana to be himself and to get away from pack politics. Then this yuppie college kid backpacker, Konrad, showed up. And lately, Lucas hasn't been able to stop thinking about the silver wolf he sees on full moon nights. When he finally chases down the beautiful wolf, a sudden revelation leads to an explosive night of passion!


EXCERPT:

Lucas could barely keep his eyes from crossing as he drove home. The sun was only just setting, and flecks of red were already beginning to flash across his field of vision. This was going to be a big full moon, a real king bastard of a shift.

He parked the truck in his front yard and stumbled to his front door. Lucas’s house was a run-down cabin with barely more than the essentials. He’d been living up here for a couple of years now, completely by himself, no contact from other werewolves, save for a few annual letters and phone calls from his sister, who was busy with her mess of pups. Although he knew she worried about him, living all by himself up where everybody and their grandma had a shotgun, he’d happily take ranchers with shotguns over the pack society. All those politics, all that social climbing, everyone in bed with everyone else… often literally… Lucas made a face as he grabbed the mail and unlocked the door to his cabin.

Finally. Lucas tore open his shirt and ripped apart the buttons of his fly. He pulled his pants over his well-muscled ass and thighs and stripped them away. Naked and sweating in the un-air-conditioned cabin, he plodded into the kitchen for a beer to take the edge off his impending transformation.

When he shifted, he stuck to himself, too – running along the narrow streams and thick forests of his new home country. He’d forged no allegiances thus far with the local packs of wolves. Didn’t even know them that well, to be honest.

There was once exception – the silver wolf he’d been seeing on his runs lately, who appeared like a glint between the trees and vanished without a trace. Lucas was embarrassed to admit that yes, he had stuck his muzzle into this other wolf’s scent-markings and rolled around and around in them – they were musky and hot and virile and unapologetically MALE. He opened a beer, took a long pull from it, and frowned. He hadn’t ever been with a man. He didn’t go in for that sort of thing.

Why not? a small voice in the back of his head asked. Nobody up here knows you. It’d never get back to the pack rumor mill.

Lucas gulped down the rest of the cold beer and threw the can in the recycling bucket. He tried to think about something else.

He’d settled on thinking about the curvy redhead who came into the store sometimes when the first rush hit him. Lucas groaned and caught himself against the counter as hair sprouted all along his arms and hands. He reached for the back door and stumbled outside by the time his knees cracked and inverted, and he fell to his hands and knees. He felt his teeth growing, his face becoming a snout. Power rushed throughout his limbs, and strength, and a kind of wildness he only got to tap into on hot sexual nights like these.

Howling, he loped off into the forest.