Word Count: 83,000
Being soul bound means Falon is constantly fending off Wolf’s attempts to take control of her body and resisting her animal urges. It also means she’s never alone. And when belonging among humans is difficult, it’s always good to have a friend. But their peaceful life protecting their forest is sent into upheaval when two supernatural strangers show up, after Falon’s blood.
Falon and Wolf become trapped in a lethal game of cat and mouse. And their kind have been the mice for centuries. Murdered for being a threat or exploited as a weapon, soul binders are caught in the middle of a supernatural war for power. And Falon is the tide-changer both sides are after.
This is no battle of good versus evil. There is only evil. And though joining a side might mean Falon can save her kind, joining the wrong side could mean she dooms them all to extinction.
First 250 Words:
Even from here I can feel their heartbeats, thumping quickly inside their chests. I can hear their labored breaths and see their faces moist and glistening with humidity. They have no idea they’re being watched, my body blending in with the thick, deep darkness of the inner forest of the Refuge.
They were easy to track, the stench of alcohol and sweat, their heavy boot prints and tire tracks, all glaring evidence of trespassers. I shuffle closer, carefully choosing each place to set my feet.
My toes sink noiselessly into the damp dirt, the calloused soles of my feet numb to the muddy grit. Energy from the Earth passes from the ground into my feet, teeming with life that I can’t see, but can feel around me. I am one with everything, one with the souls of the animals and trees that I share this forest with.
And these poachers don’t belong.
I part the waxy leaves of a giant fern and can see them, swatting at mosquitoes and toeing the prints from a boar in the dirt.
Attack, Wolf says, pushing me forward.
Beads of sweat bubble up on my forehead as I keep my feet firmly planted, resisting her control. It’s always a fight over control. Not yet.
She storms around in my mind, her anxiousness making my temples throb.
A poacher turns in my direction and I shrink back into the shadows. The thick treetops of pines, oaks, and sabal palms, draped in Spanish moss, dilute any light from the moon.