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Sonja Brooks lives on a small farm in Pennsylvania in 1863. When her husband dies at Gettysburg, she struggles to take care of her farm alone. The unthinkable happens when she is attacked by wolves and her fate as a werewolf is sealed.
When Ty Loflin, a Rebel soldier is mortally wounded in a battle near her home, Sonja does her best to save him. The attraction between them is blood born. Will he still want her once he knows the truth? So begins the Western Werewolves Legend.
Here’s an excerpt:
“Sonja wake up. Sonja, you’ve got to wake up now.” Ty shook her again, harder than before but still no response other than her moan. Her perspiration was so much, Ty went to the kitchen to fetch a damp cloth from the pitcher of cool well water on the counter. Something had to work.
“She’s in a trance, my boy.” The voice startled him. Ty whirled around.
He faced the old woman and growled low and fierce. “Where did you come from?” The hand he raked through his hair was fraught with tension.
Hortence merely stood in the doorway, her tattered dress topped by her habitual shawl pulled tight against the night chill.
Frantic, Ty yanked her inside. “Never mind that, she needs help. We were riding back from the creek. She slumped in the saddle.” With a quick yank, he pulled Hortence over to the bed. “She’s been like this for a while now. Can you help her?” He stared at the old woman as she drew close to the bed.
Raising Sonja’s eyelid, she nodded. “There’s nothing that needs doing, my boy. She dreams.” The green agate stone in the ring the old woman wore glowed in the meager light. “Light a lamp. I will sit with her.
“Sit with her?” At the moment, Tyler Loflin could have cheerfully choked the old hag. He certainly wasn’t worried about being polite. He didn’t want to admit, the old bird had scared the bejesus out of him either. That only added to his distress. She wasn’t going to do anything more for Sonja than ‘sit with her’, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re a witch, aren’t you? Isn’t there something you can do for her?” His voice raised an octave. “She’s dying!” He doubted he’d ever been more frightened in all his life. The surge of helplessness that swamped him had his knees buckling.
“Indeed she is, Lad.” The old woman took a nobbled step and then another toward him. “Sonja sleeps the trance of the change.” She told him. “Tonight she will become one with the universe.” Beady eyes pierced him with their intensity. “Tis the way of things.” She glanced back at Sonja on the bed. “Do you know of what I speak?” Her wrinkled face bore a haunting resemblance to his great-grandmother as she asked the question. “Yours is a heritage, which, not only understands the wolf but reveres his power.” The old hag waited.
Ty realized she made reference to his being half Choctaw. His ancestors taught all young Choctaw to respect the wild creatures of the land, especially the wolf. Still, Ty didn’t have time for her riddles. His patience wore thin. At that moment, he could have cheerfully torn his hair out by the roots if the act would have helped Sonja regain consciousness. “Look, I don’t know what you’re babbling about, but if you’re not going to try saving her, then get the hell out!” The words boomed with the anger building inside him. His eyes burned. Had it suddenly grown hotter in the tiny room?
The old woman remained.
“Did you hear me? I said get out.” Ty’s lungs hurt, his head hurt, his heart felt as though it would spring from his chest.
Hortence simply cut him a cool stare before clucking her tongue in her cheek. “Such bravado.” She took a step toward him. Cocking a discerning brow, the old woman scanned him up and down. She nodded briefly before extending an aged hand to flick the collar of his cotton shirt. “The powers that be have chosen well.” She gave him a craggy smile. “Tonight you will understand, Yours and hers,” she inclined her head toward Sonja, “is the way of the lone one. A wolf has but one true life partner, his mate.” Nodding her head in agreement with her own statement, Hortence squinted an eye and peered at him in earnest. “What you do with the knowledge will determine not only your fate but hers as well.” She leaned in, and Ty swore he smelled wild onions. “Choose carefully, my boy. Choose carefully…
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