Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Spring has been a strange animal in my neck of the woods. And here we are at the end of April.
So, I'm busy revising RED LIONESS TAMED for Indie release, and hoping the waters will stay calm enough to finish.
Last week, I began a flash scene based on Pat Cunningham's Monday flash, BAMF. My fae wolf heroine, Syressa, just had to use her power to save the bear, who wasn't ready to leave this mortal realm. I hope you enjoy this feel good little scene.
To start, here's the last two paragraphs of Resurrection, a Fae Wolf's Work Is Never Done.
The moment Sergei slipped into the forest as white tiger, Syressa floated to the ground. She crept silently toward Vesuvius at first, only waiting for Sergei to move out of range.
Summoning her healing force, she ran toward Vesuvius.
The Resurrection of Vesuvius, a Bad-tempered Grizzly
Syressa dropped to her knees, and placed her palms as close to the grizzly bear's heart as she could. Her power surged through her, hot, sparking like electricity, then bursting from her hands as miniature bolts of lightning.
Gradually, the bear's life force filled him again. Syressa closed her eyes, feeling her energy hum through his bloodstream.
She followed the healing frequencies, making certain he was being totally rejuvenated. Surprised by the thread-sized obstacle inside him, she nearly jerked one of her hands away.
"Chipped," she murmured. "Why have you been chipped, Vesuvius?"
Syressa frowned, well knowing this wasn't the same type used on pets. She'd extracted so many of that cancer-causing tech, she'd lost count over the years.
"You're not resurrecting him, are you?" a tiny feminine voice demanded.
From the corner of her eye, Syressa spied the wee fae, a flower keeper adorned in rose pink and spring green garments. The tiny being regarded her with an impudent expression, one itsy bitsy fist planted on her thrust hip.
"You should know better, since your one of us. Don't you think?" The little fae's eyes glowed, transmuting the air around her to an emerald color. "That giant, bellowing, stinky beast is nothing but nasty-tempered trouble. For all of us!"
"Too late now," Syressa drily offered. Vesuvius shuddered a bit beneath her hands, coming to life, but still not conscious.
"You wouldn't believe the human-trash traffic we get here. All to fight this bear." When Syressa raised a brow, the little fae continued. "You know, test your might against the big bad grizzly. Except, when Vesuvius loses to these chimera-clone creeps, they never finish him off. Put him out of his misery. And our misery."
Syressa's head spun, and her eyes widened at how Vesuvius had been cruelly used. She witnessed the terrible scene before her mind's eye "Super soldiers. Is that what you're talking about?"
"Super duper pooper, who cares? All I know is that the bear is more angry and miserable than before. And we pay for his raging outbursts. No one can get near the water. Now, you're 'saving' him with your magick," the little fae snidely sang.
"They're baiting him into fighting them, right?" Syressa asked to increase her own psychic 'knowing'.
She focused, vibrationally surrounding the nano-made fiber at the base of Vesuvius's neck. "Never mind. I've found the problem."
"What? The evil synthetic parasite in his neck. We all know about that. What does it matter?" Frustrated, livid, the little fae's wings flapped lifting her off the ground. "No one can remove it. That would kill him."
"Yes...it would," Syressa murmured, as she gently flowed her force severing each connection. At the same time, she drained the brain-controlling fiber of its bio energy.
"He's waking up," the little fae announced, her tone sour yet with a measure of hope.
"Got it," Syressa triumphed moments later. She vaporized the nana-chip sending its harmless remains into the ethers.
"You know they'll come looking for him." The little fae winged higher, hovering before Syressa's face. "They'll know he isn't dead."
"I'm Syressa. Do you have a name?"
After a pause, the little fae flew backward a few feet. She gave her long silky blonde hair a shake. "Roselle, if you must know, wolf."
Before Syressa could respond, Vesuvius rumbled loudly. He grunted several times with the effort of raising his head, and his entire body shook.
Standing, Syressa removed her hands from the bear's thick bristly fur. She backed away to give him room.
Vesuvius rolled onto his belly attempting to get his bearings, but she knew his vision was foggy. "You're okay," she crooned. "Take your time. I'm here. I'll take care of you."
"He can't stay here," Roselle trilled in her high voice, as she floated farther away, twinkling the air around her.
"No, that wouldn't be a good idea, would it, Vesuvius? How about coming with me?"
With a big ole shake of his head, and a small sharp bellow, the grizzly gained his feet. He wobbled but kept standing.
Long moments later, he eyed her. "Yes, I took the thorn out of your paw," she teased, and bent toward him. "You're free. They can't control you anymore. You don't have to fight everyone. Not that you can't be big and tough like a bear should...okay, you understand."
Syressa watched a grin slowly spread across the grizzly's huge furry mug. That is, as much as a bear could smile.
He ambled toward her, and Syressa swung beside him, burying her hand in his fur. "I have some more seeds to spread. Then we'll go home."
Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~