I love this shape shifting novel ~ just released ~ Wild Things
ON A MISSION TO RETRIEVE a dangerous stone stolen from his pack, Gabriel Madoc accidentally kills the thief–a wolf shifter from a rival pack. But that’s not the problem. Gabe has sworn never to take a mate, and he’s utterly undone by his primal, protective reaction to the dead werewolf’s human wife.
ANNIE BELO DIDN’T KNOW werewolves existed; now on the next full moon she will become one–and she’ll have to trust her husband’s killer to help her through the change.
Excerpt from Wild Things
“I’m right then,” Zara said. “Something’s going on.”
“Why don’t you use your witchy powers to have a look in?” Gabe never understood why Zara didn’t spy on them directly. “You must have a magic mirror of some kind.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Spell too difficult?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Opening a channel to another physical location creates a tracing in the aether. A mage—even a witch with enough skill—could double back on it to eavesdrop on me, find me. No Madoc witch has the chops—”
“Yet.” After what Ruah had done with Duilio, Gabe had a whole new appreciation of her powers.
“If you say so.” She quirked an eyebrow. Always dissing on Ruah. “But there are forces in this world better avoided. No point dipping breadcrumbs in neon paint and dropping them right up to my door.”
Gabe’s wolf stirred, vaguely uneasy. Zara had retreated to the forest in a deal with Kane, to save her from the clan’s ire after what she did. Maybe she’d had more than one motive, something—or someone—she wanted to avoid, even hide from. Some “force in this world” that she feared.
It was unnerving to think of Zara afraid.
A ceramic mug appeared on the coffee table between them, as if his thoughts had cut too close to her secrets and she wanted to change the subject. A small cloud formed over the mug, and steaming liquid fell from it until the cup was full and the cloud gone.
“Showoff,” Gabe said.
“Drink. You’re dehydrated. Have you been in wolf all day? You reek of intrigue.”
“I don’t doubt it.” He chuckled at her deflection. Ah, it felt good to be here. In Zara and Ruah, he had two safe and treasured friends. More than many did, even in lifetimes as long as those lived by the Uncanny. “This is good.” Raspberry and ginger tea. His favorite, and Zara knew it. She wasn’t angry with him then.
But she was up to something. She examined him as if she were trying to solve a puzzle without all the pieces. At last she said, “You hide it well, Gabriel, but you’re very needy.”
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L.K. Rigel has been a singing waitress, a newspaper reporter, a public school teacher, and a court reporter. Her work has been published by Literary Mama, Tattoo Highway, and Nodin Press, and her dystopian novella SPACE JUNQUE has been optioned for an independent feature film.