White Fang spun to cyclone speed.

Pic from ~ayay.co.uk~

June howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Wow, the middle of the year already. Okay, here's an action flash scene, starring White Fang, my super wolf hero.

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White Fang spun to cyclone speed.

"Predator drone, you'll never see it coming," White Fang, super wolf, growled under his breath. Drily, he imitated the very words of the current, so-called leader of the free world.

"Yes, you will," he growly muttered, "if you have super hearing, then search it out with your super vision."

On night patrol, White Fang hovered high above Talbot's Peak territory. Given this was the second incursion of their airspace in as many days, White Fang hurled himself through the cool, dew-laden air like the infamous speeding bullet.

As he streaked toward the drone with the almost fifty foot wingspan, he noted the aircraft's trajectory -- directly over the Pleasure Club. White Fang figured since they'd been successful in keeping the black ops teams from gaining any foothold -- at blocking any satellite observation of the subterranean club -- that aerial surveillance, even a possible attack, had been ordered by the shadow-cabal elites.

Gritting his teeth with ferocious determination, White Fang increased his flight speed. Using his x-ray vision, he searched for the predator drone's weakest point. Yep, unholy blackhole, the craft was loaded for shooting every bear in existence -- including bear shifters.

Before he rammed both fists into the belly of the drone beast, and disabled it, White Fang took short moments to discover where the joystick operator was stationed. He was making a personal delivery.

WHAM! BAM! SLAM! White Fang crammed both fists inside the predator, then tore out it's wire innards with a furious glee he hadn't felt for a long time. His adrenaline spiked, hitting a personal all time high.

Enough with Big Brother Sky Net!

Fury ripped through him, and White Fang gnashed his emerging wolf canines. He flew a loop around the gliding aircraft as the engine whined and whirred pitifully. Deciding where to take hold of the drone, he seized the tail.

Swiftly gathering his inner force, White Fang zoomed toward the state of Colorado, the predator drone in tow. He hadn't planned on this retributive action, but so the righteous hell be it.

Mentally, he contacted Dante. 'Emergency transmission,' he mind-yelled to their alpha wolf leader.

'Ears up and alert. What is it?' Dante telepathed.

'Intercepted weaponized drone. Am returning it to point of origin. Suggest you alert the patrol team, and add reinforcements.'

'Got it, superman wolf. Dragon team on standby.'

White Fang let a tiny grin curl his lips for a split second. 'Suggest using full force flaming if another drone invades our airspace.'

'Will give that fiery directive,' Dante returned.

White Fang felt-heard the werewolf's tongue in cheek humor. 'Satellites under control?' he asked, knowing their cyber team -- including the AI assassin, Kalina -- practiced regularly to hack the satellite weapons' system deployed around the planet.

'We are secure. Don't let the big bad military lasers bite.'

'I'm doing the biting,' White Fang grrrr-ed back mentally.

'We'll a share a tall one when you get back, super wolf. Over.'

'Looking forward to a cool brew. Out.'

White Fang rumbled a thunderous growl. Savage with the need to protect Talbot's Peak from any and all threats, he put on another burst of superspeed. Satellite tracking pinged off the drone as he followed the Rocky Mountains south to his destination. The state of Colorado, and Norad.

That's where the pimply-faced, brain-arrested human sat in shock, blinking at his control screens. White Fang continued remote-viewing the room, observing a team of officers cluster around the drone operator.

But, let the shadow-hidden wimps track his location. Zero tolerance, you salad-decorated bozo-clowns, he mentally snarled at them. Like Texas, you don't mess with us supernatural Peakites.

Maybe -- yet unlikely White Fang admitted -- they'd get his message.

"Sir, super-class being, is closing in," one of the aides reported. "Still has drone. Orders, sir?"

"Fire at will. The drone has not been disarmed," the general barked, command obviously his second nature.

Seconds passed. "Cannot fire lasers, sir. Satellites have failed. Satellites have failed," the aid informed. Panic owned his voice.

"Destroy the fucking bastard with everything we've got," the general boomed.

"Computer system is failing," the *shriveled in his chair* drone operator squeaked. "Weapons will not respond...sir. They are offline."

"He is correct, sir," the dutiful aid reported.

"Offline!" the general stormed, beet-red in the face. "What the hell. Make something work. Gawdammit, make something work!"

White Fang shut down his remote viewing. With his blood fiercely pounding through his veins, he focused on the target he'd chosen. The massive air circulation duct had been hidden by a holo image that appeared to be part of the mountain.

Abruptly slowing, White Fang spun to cyclone speed. His clear-headed fury guided him as he slung the drone. Hanging in midair, he watched the metal-winged beast slam inside the duct.

Crunch! Crack! The predator drone crumpled, the metallic sounds screeching through the valley. Satisfaction did a victory dance inside White Fang.

"Don't mess with Talbot's Peak," he roared, and shot his fist toward the waning moon. With his words echoing around him, White Fang whirled, and soared for home.

Unmolested by any form of cyber warfare, he landed well away from the Pleasure Club proper, then moved toward one of many underground entrances.

"Tall cold one waitin' for ya, mate. Several in fact." Dugger greeted. "Quite a dog and pony show you put on there, super flyer man." Dugger threw open the door before White Fang could grip the handle.

"Show?" he asked, mystified at first. It dawned on White Fang as Dugger grinned like the Aussie dingo shifter he was. Dante's cyber crew had utilized satellite transmissions to put him on the flat-screen TVs inside various Pleasure Club establishments.

"Like one helluva super hero movie. The bloody best." Dugger secured the door, then clapped him on the back. "You flying at blur fucking speed over the Rockies, then delivering that special little gift. Quite a bit of cheering, I can tell ya, mate."

Dugger kept one hand on White Fang's back as they strode down the corridor. "Oh yeah, super wolf, that includes that sexy sheila goddess of yours. Gotta say, she has some impressive claws."

"Pasha's claws came out?" White Fang grinned. "She does care. That's rare for her."

"I'd say your sheila was about to transport herself, give you a helping, scratching paw. Or two."

"That's my cat goddess. If she'd arrived, the whole mountain might have caved in from her magickal, enraged might." White Fang had to let another smile slip out.

"Tell it like it is, mate. The scumbaggery shadow cabal ain't got nothin' on us. They'd be smart to get that embedded in their friggin' brain cells. What's left of them."

"Intelligence is not one of their attributes. Let's say." White Fang companionably threw an arm over Dugger's shoulders. "Score another one for our side."

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

White Fang and Pasha Battle Ninjas

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Apologies for another late posting. Just too much to get done these days.

However, here's another flash scene -- or another roughly written chapter of White Fang, Ace Wolf Reporter -- starring my super wolf, White Fang, and his cat goddess heroine, Pasha.

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White Fang and Pasha Battle Ninjas

White Fang hovered in midair, waiting, listening. The deep black of a moonless night was his ally in the coming battle. Yet, it would also serve their black-garbed foes.
Surrounded by the huge leafy limbs of century-old trees, White Fang spared moments to explain their righteous revenge, and asked for whatever assistance the sentinel-watching trees chose to give. At this point, he only used his super hearing, not wanting to give away he and Pasha's precise location.
If he radar-searched with his powers, the ninja horde would be able to pinpoint his position, instead of swarming inside the trap he and Pasha had devised. For the same reason, they had severed their telepathic bond.
Was that the rushing sound of the wind, or the nearly silent flight of the ninjas? White Fang stilled his vibration further but maintained his altitude. Tricky but doable.
An instant later, a tiny bubble of golden light appeared before his gaze. "They come." Pasha's encapsulated voice told him, then vanished in the ethers.
In the split second that followed, White Fang smelled the ninja's acrid magick. Faint to his wolf nose, yet there was no mistaking the black sorcery won only by being in league with the most foul demons.
With that recognition, White Fang realized the fight would be fiercer. It also explained why the two ninjas had so evilly slaughtered Pasha's human friend. And now defied Zhere Ghan's order to submit to the justice Pasha decreed for them as a goddess in the earthly realm.
Despite his criminal enterprise, the Tiger Yakuza leader was no fool when it came to the supernatural and ultimate justice. Zhere Ghan's two ninjas had stepped beyond his bounds when murdering an innocent, then deceived him with the smoke of their sorcery.
For that betrayal, the tiger shifter had delivered a warning to White Fang via his youngest son. At least twenty of their cohorts had deserted his Yakuza ranks, aligning themselves with the demonically controlled ninjas.
The night winds swirled into a new pattern, alerting White Fang. Simultaneously, he felt Pasha's request of the wind spirits to assist them.
White Fang focused his senses fast. The slight rush of sound, the black-soul stench, told him how close the ninja horde was to them. Mere moments away, given their flight speed.
Within, White Fang loosed his full power, no longer concerned with hiding his location. Energy blasted through him, his very veins volatile with it. Like a descending shroud, a heavy smoky fog filled the enormous forest glade. Eerie quiet followed as if every sound in the world had been switched off. 
Fiery sparks of gold streamed toward him, Pasha's magick at work. Illumination burst forth and as the ninjas streaked inside the clearing, their forms slightly glowed. Wraith like, they hung in the air momentarily stunned by their immediate exposure.
White Fang aimed his gaze, shooting the nearest three ninjas with eye beams. The blue fire decimated the energy signatures of his enemies. They squirmed like flailing serpents, and fell.
Before him, sheets of ethereal ice glimmered in waves as Pasha battled with her power. Several ninjas froze in mid-action, their dense-smoke bodies spiralling downward.
Surrounded, attacked from every angle by the soaring ninjas, White Fang spun creating a vortex that diminished his enemy's force. At the same time, he fought, countering  their death blows with his hands and feet. With the flashing strikes of his arms, knees... every part of his body. Including head butts.
No doubt the skill level of his heartless opponents exceeded top notch. 'Course, rumor held it that Zhere Ghan practiced his supernaturally inspired martial arts with the best he could hire.
Amid the humming sinister din of the battle, White Fang heard Pasha free her giant cat. She didn't shapeshift. Not yet. No, Pasha released the shadow beast who lived inside her.
White Fang had seen the fearsome goddess creature once. Rearing up, the unique looking lioness-cat placed monstrous sized paws on his shoulders. Two heads above his height and his width, the cinnamon colored beast then licked White Fang's face. The sweetness poured itself inside him.
A force unto itself, the cat savagely screamed as it leaped to attack the enemy. White Fang smelled the lightning bombardment Pasha deflected with her cast magick, and realized from the constant sizzle, she significantly weakened the ninjas her cat beast now devoured, one by one.
In his mind's eye -- as White Fang cycloned faster and continued fighting -- he saw Pasha move in her lioness beast's wake. Obviously, she'd reestablished their telepathic connection.
Dropping to the ground -- letting several of the ninjas collide against themselves -- White Fang mind-watched Pasha  form water balls that resembled crystal marbles. With ruthless speed, she threw the etheric poison.
The water soaked through the ninja's defenses, given they'd been expecting her renowned flame force instead. As the remaining ninjas swiftly adapted, darting forward to destroy her, Pasha conjured wind knives. She hurled with complete accuracy, the blades burying themself in their solar plexus chakra.
Quick as a cosmic blink, time froze around them. The vibrations altered sharply, and White Fang felt the six deadly ninjas still remaining, change to full corporeal form. They'd realized their smoke and sorcery had failed.
In the same instant, a leviathan portal spun into existence, sucking away the subtle energies needed to create magick. Then, the portal acted like an enormous vacuum, and White Fang's vital force was pulled from him -- as if he was Super Man exposed to kryptonite.
His wolf howled a warrior's roar, and broke free.  
As he sighted his first target, White Fang heard the racing steps of more ninjas over the rock floor of the clearing. From the corner of his wolf vision, he witnessed Pasha summon her cat beast.
Within seconds, his lover morphed to lioness cat. Her blood-curdling scream of rage echoed off the nearby mountain walls, and she sprang.
White Fang growled, the thunder of it vibrating his lungs. He charged.

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ...

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Take me to your loins...

Art by Susan Sedon Boulet 
 
Late afternoon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

A couple of weeks ago my hero, White Fang, a super wolf, and his heroine, Pasha, an Egyptian cat goddess, provided a nice surprise, the beginnings of a love scene. Link: "Mating dance or battle of the sexes?"
This week, Pasha gifted me with her side of their impassioned encounter.
Their story is yet to be fully written, and is titled, WHITE FANG, ACE WOLF REPORTER.
The following is unedited... but I hope you enjoy.

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Take me to your loins...

The inferno force of the universe spun through Pasha as she feverishly kissed White Fang, and gently caressed his back with her human claws. She'd known once their hungry passion for each other was loosed, it would burn her. No, firestorm through her soul as if she rose in the ashes of the phoenix -- a ritual she performed every seven years.
Her cat yowled savoring the extreme pleasure as White Fang straightened and drank in the sight of her. The vibrations of his gaze pummeled the swells of her breasts, delicious raw sensations that swirled over clit and wickedly teased her toes.
When White Fang stroked down her arms, then manacled her wrists, Pasha shivered inside. Predictably, her cat purred with fierce delight at his masculine power.
Let him be the victor in this first round of passion between them.
His wolfish kisses fell like a rainstorm on the parched need of her skin, swelling her breasts. Her nipples pushed against the confines of her gown, an ache of bliss all its own.
White Fang's savage need dizzied Pasha, and his canine growl at being denied the taste of her breasts by the gown between them, sent a wild rush of heat that only a woman could feel. For, the man-wolf desired her beyond else.
"Beast," she softly taunted. "What are you going to do to me now?"
His grip tightened on her wrists, a claiming Pasha felt like sparks of flame in her  belly, deep inside her pussy mound. "Your wolf beast," he growled, his lips on her skin, his hot pants tingling the sensitive flesh between her breasts.
"My wolf beast," she sultry-mewed, aware her cat heat saturated the air.
White Fang groaned a sharp growl, then nipped along the upper swell of her breast with his lips. He used his teeth to passionately pull her gown from one shoulder. Then, with the beastly finesse, he jerked the gown off her other shoulder, uncovering her trembling breasts.
His mouth caught hers hard, his kiss utter demand, his wolf lust ravishing her in a manner that shook Pasha to her cat woman core, and even made the goddess wanton.
Desperate for more, Pasha strained against White Fang's hold on her wrists. Raising to her tiptoes, she sensually thrust her sex against the carved bold tower that was his cock.
At the thought of White Fang lunging inside her pussy, taking her, Pasha shuddered, her softer flesh shivering against his super-powered physique. Goddess yes! Every round curve of her adored the pyramid-hard planes and angles of him.
In sacred truth, White Fang was not superior in male form than some of her past lovers. Yet, his complete handsomeness of face and body -- the driving, relentless strength of his muscles now pressed against her -- excited Pasha beyond measure of the starry cosmos.
That alone surprised her, a rarity at this time in her centuries long life. Pasha reveled in the emotion. She basked in the way his mouth covered hers, obviously wanting more of her nipping sultry kisses.
With one hand, White Fang gently yet firmly trapped her wrists behind her back. Bold as a pharaoh, he shoved her closer, forcing her breasts against the muscular shield that was his chest. 
Pasha yielded, mindlessly desiring White Fang's commanding way with her. His deep thorough kiss devoured her lips, even as his other hand squeezed, then caressed her ass.
Bast alive! Pasha would never admit it now, but she already felt like his lust slave.
A warning she ignored light-burst inside her mind. He was to be her love captive, help her defeat the black-hearted ninjas who had murdered her friend. Yet, it was she who succumbed.
"Pasha," he stud-panted against her mouth. His tongue traced her lips, and Pasha flamed with how much he carnally enjoyed the taste and shape of her.
Parting her lips, she sucked his tongue into the hollow of her mouth. After holding his large tongue hostage for moments, and savoring his man wolf taste, Pasha languidly sucked. Once she gained the upper paw, she rhythmically undulated his tongue.
White Fang clenched her ass possessively, yet didn't resist the erotic rule of her mouth. Instead, he groaned and fused their lips more tightly.
As his cock jutted with more strength against her belly, Pasha sprang upward. Despite the restriction of her gown, she wrapped her legs around his super-strong thighs. Immediately, he roughly stroked her ass, his hand swiftly sliding over the satin fabric.
Their lips tangled and battled for supremacy then. Pasha pyre-blazed inside, her desire fully unleashed as the carnal plundering of her mouth nearly overwhelmed her senses.
"No," she tore her lips from his, an unusual fear slicing up her middle like an enemy's claw.
"Yes," White Fang pursued. His hand stilled and cupped her ass, and he planted a tender kiss on her forehead.
"The depth of my desire--" Pasha panted losing her words, even as her breasts heaved ridiculously fast. "I wasn't prepared. I--"
White Fang touched kisses on her face as if he owned the infiniteness of time. With her sweltering pussy tight against the base of his thick cock, Pasha surrendered. She slightly rocked against him. "Super Wolf," she praised.
His lips trailed along her jaw, a lovely sensual torment. "My beautiful cat woman." White Fang velvety poured his words inside her ear. "You are the temptress I've dreamed about...dreamed about but could never envision as being this desirable, this irresistible..."
His soft desperate groan burned Pasha alive, as if he held her essence within the sacred flame of a temple ceremony. "Words fail," he whispered against her throbbing pulse. 
He pressed his mouth against her pulse point. The long kiss on her neck sang beautifully through Pasha. Ferocious with need, she whispered, "Yes...yes, own me. Take me to your loins."
White Fang's hand deserted her ass, slid over her bared back, then seized the length of her hair. He tugged with lust's frenzy, his lips seeking the taste of her breasts.
Pasha moaned and arched her back, offering him her aching, begging nipples.

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

"Mating dance or battle of the sexes?"

Late afternoon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

So, this morning my hero, White Fang, a super wolf, and his heroine, Pasha, an Egyptian cat goddess, provided a nice surprise, the beginnings of this love scene. Their story is partly written, and titled, WHITE FANG, ACE WOLF REPORTER... yeah, maybe someday, time will be on my side.
 
Hope you enjoy...

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"Mating dance or battle of the sexes?"

"Pasha." Her name erupted from his lips like the ancient volcano, Vesuvius.
White Fang threaded his fingers through her lush silky hair, and seized the back of her head yet didn't haul Pasha close. The greenfire jewels that were eyes held him in thrall, still brilliant in the dim seductive lighting of his room at the Pleasure Club.
"Beautiful," he softly growled. "How many times have you heard that word?" White Fang taunted a bit, to throw her off balance, to keep her sensual claws from completely hooking him.
White Fang had no desire to be her love-imprisoned slave, as she was capable of magickally forcing upon him. Lykouz, he wanted their passions to be on equal footing -- panting wolf to purring cat.
He wanted them to be lovers.
"Often enough, super wolf," she taunted in return, her voice whispery, and a sexy enticement he barely resisted.
He could have hauled her close, taken Pasha's inviting lips. Instead, White Fang waited, his hunter nature knowing she needed to come into his arms, if he was to gain control over their lovemaking.
"Standoff," he growly murmured, then let his mouth form the smallest grin.
Pasha moved not a muscle, yet her face flared with a supernatural aliveness that transfixed him. "Mating dance or battle of the sexes?" she breathy asked.
White Fang watched her eyelids fall to half-mast, even as her lips curved to match his. "Both," he gutturally barked. "I want both."
As Pasha tilted her chin observing him through her bedroom eyes, volcanic steam poured through White Fang. The ache of need gripped his loins hard, and his cock jerked with a strength that should have torn through his pants.
Adding to is torment, the caress of Pasha's long waving mane teased his fingers, while the flame and golden radiance created a subtle halo around her head.
"Are you so certain you want both?"
Her slow sultry voice razored deliciously over White Fang's skin, and caused his wolf to howl -- a desperate frenzy of howling. His wolf wanted this cat woman with a mating fierceness White Fang had never felt. Even for the woman who was once to be his mate, but who had chosen another days before they were to be royally married.
In this moment, that deep, longtime wound healed over as if miraculously cured. And he hadn't even tasted Pasha's mouth with kisses, with nips, with the sweep of his tongue. That was about to change.
"Yes, Pasha," he answered,
She flinched, and White Fang psi-sensed his powerful affect on her sexual nature.
"Your passion is a cosmic force to be reckoned with," she offered like a gift, a gift from a goddess.
Soon to be his goddess, White Fang decided.
Her gaze flashed with the lightning strength of her ancient Egyptian heritage. No surprise to White Fang. It was a signal Pasha knew the direction of his thoughts.
"Super Wolf," she beckoned and commanded, her tone pure temptress.
Wolfishly smiling within, White Fang enjoyed Pasha's natural haughtiness. To pleasure-torture himself more, he inhaled her rich cinnamon-spice scent, her feline heat for him.
And he waited.
His sentinel standing cock protested blazing need through him. His wolf panted, ready to mount, to possess the cat goddess.
One subtle movement of her mostly bared, beautiful shoulder let White Fang know the instant before Pasha closed the small distance between them. Her hand glided over his shoulder, blasting desire through his veins.
The softness of her belly pressed against his cock, and after an undulation that unleashed his libido, she offered her lips. 
White Fang bent his head seizing her mouth with his. He savored the full shape, the satin texture as his lips roamed hungrily. Pasha matched him taste for wicked taste, kiss for claiming kiss. 
Beyond bearing now, White Fang crushed Pasha against him, one hand still cupping her head, his other arm wound tightly around her. With her hourglass, seductress curves finally his, finally flattened against him, White Fang tightened his hold further. He reveled in the feel of his cat woman, roving his hand over the exposed skin of her back.
The gown she wore became a hindrance and White Fang released the short zipper, feverishly stroking her back while kissing her senseless. Or Pasha kissed him mindless. White Fang wasn't certain which, and didn't damn well care. A magnificent and savage passion owned him.
Pasha moaning-purred against his mouth, then nipped his bottom lip. White Fang tasted the salty tang of blood droplets even as Pasha sensually licked the tiny wound.
Wild with lust, he dropped his head nibbling the sensitive flesh beneath her ear until Pasha surrendered against him. With her fingers like claws, she rapidly swept her hands over his entire back. Her nails lightly caressed, offering no pain.
Pleasure's sweetness spun inside White Fang, and caught him off guard. For a moment. He rumbled an appreciative growl into the shell of her ear, then placed ravenous kisses down her lovely neck.
Then, returning the favor, White Fang lightly bit the tender flesh where Pasha's neck joined her shoulder. His mark, yes, but without breaking her skin.
"White Fang," she called out breathlessly. In the throes of passion, Pasha slipped her arms around his neck, and clung.  
Knowing instinctively this was the time to make his move, White Fang released her. He passionately gripped her shoulders, then stroked over her arms forcing them downward. Once they were against her sides, he captured her wrists.
A seductress beyond compare, his Pasha threw her head back as he straightened. With his gaze, White Fang ravished the bare expanse of creamy golden skin, the gorgeous cleavage above her gown. 
After drinking in the sight as if water had never passed his lips, White Fang dipped his head. He pressed open-mouthed kisses, following the valley between her breasts. Stopped by the gown's clinging fabric, he growled low, and felt the sound thunder through him.
"Beast," Pasha sexually taunted. "What are you going to do to me now?"
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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Chapter Two ~ Z’Pasha of Dendera

Springtime howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

A ROAR OF THANKS! To everyone who participated in the FOOL FOR LOVE bloghop.

Okay then, the writerly well has run temporarily dry. And I've got too much on my plate right now. Thus and so, here's a flashback scene written during the early days of our shapeshifter-supernatural town of Talbot's Peak. The scene, starring my Egyptian cat goddess, Z'Pasha, is now chapter two of my wip, WHITE FANG, ACE WOLF REPORTER. 
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Chapter Two ~ Z’Pasha of Dendera 

Z’Pasha stepped back into the concealment of the shadow she had created. Prepared to swiftly transport herself with magick, she observed the Super Wolf leap over the deck rail.

After quickly looking around, he focused like a hunting dog on a trail. Because he would remain unaware of her existence, Z’Pasha watched him flash inside the ethers. With her feline-superior gaze, she followed the streaming lines of his frequency.

Once the lines dimmed, she dissolved her shadow. As she raised her arms skyward, she heard, “Mommy, mommy, I smell a cat. Let’s go chase--”

“No! Marilyn, stop that. If you rip one more dress--”

“But, mommy, aren’t we supposed to chase cats? Please--”

“Not here! Later we’ll go for long run in the woods. Marilyn, I see fur...”

Unconcerned about the werewolf population in Talbot’s Peak, Z’Pasha smiled, something she hadn’t done for months. After briefly remembering her own rambunctious shifter kitten-hood, she concentrated.

Using her arrowed fingertips as a point of contact with the Ka-Ba, she transitioned into her smoke body. Aware various types magick were being practiced, Z’Pasha hid herself, then traveled in the Super Wolf’s wake.

She required all the knowledge she could gather about White Fang, and the reason why the Syxxrion Shifter had arrived in the isolated Montana town. Was he possible friend or foe?

Two days ago, upon her own arrival, Z’Pasha had cast her essence like a star field above Talbot’s Peak, and the surrounding area. With the All-seeing Eye of her spirit, she’d found the elusive Tiger Yakuza leader, Zhere Ghan. His stronghold proved to be near a small river tributary, hidden within massive outcropping of rock.

Once she’d eliminated any trace of herself above his territory, Z’Pasha scanned the energy signatures of the town’s residents. Wisdom demanded she identify the so called movers and shakers, and any being of consequence to her.

Destroying the life force of two Tiger Ninjas, in an act of retaliation, would be no small task, even with her goddess powers. However, outrage boiled Z’Pasha’s blood. While sadness coiled around her heart like a serpent, squeezing...squeezing...always squeezing.

The bloody and brutal shredding of her human friend was not to be tolerated. Larissa had done nothing to harm the Yakuza. In the wrong place at the wrong time, she had offered help to a man near death.

How could Larissa, as a mere human, have known the beaten man’s evil far surpassed the criminal activities of Zhere Ghan’s empire? Z’Pasha did not fault the Ninjas for ending the life of a serial rapist, one who also tortured his victims.

No, if the one with a coward’s entrails, and the cunning brain of crocodile, had attempted the abduction of her niece, as he did Zhere Ghan’s, her own claws would have ribboned his flesh without regret.

Yet, why end the life of an innocent?

After using their formidable skills to pummel the psychopathic human into a grisly state, the two tiger shapeshifters watched as death claimed him slowly, and with excruciating pain. Seeing the wretched man in the alleyway, Larissa had attempted to heal him with the natural ability bestowed on her by the Sacred. With not so much as a growl of warning, the Tiger Ninjas attacked her like enraged dervishes.

Z’Pasha shivered at the horrific memories, and nearly lost the Super Wolf’s vibratory path. Even now, Larissa slept in the divine embrace of restoration, currently lost to her.

Bastet’s favor remained, however. The path still shone slightly, and Z’Pasha gave silent thanks to her grandmother. About ten minutes behind the Super Wolf, she watched as he emerged from a cave entrance in his wolf form, a fluffy cat shifter beside him.

Z’Pasha journeyed with the pair, careful to hover high and stay behind them. White Fang’s senses swept the forest before him, his protective manner obvious. As a Syxxrion, if he had loosed his sensory powers in her direction, a swift departure would be needed. He would detect her presence instantly.

The Syxxrion were an intergalactic race of wolf shapeshifters, and inhabited many worlds. Why they kept a presence on Earth, other than the primeval beauty of the planet, no one in her realm knew.

Z’Pasha watched the impressive drive of White Fang’s haunches from her vantage point. His muscle-rippling strength as he loped and bounded over fallen logs caused a sudden yearning to burst through her, blazing as the Egyptian sun at midday.

As wolf, White Fang was a magnificently virile beast from the tip of his noble muzzle to the end of his silver-gray tail. The proud, yet measured carriage of his tail revealed his lone alpha nature.

Carnal desire slid up her middle like a knife, stunning Z’Pasha.

Although, she possessed a passionate disposition, this intensity was rare. Since the death of Larissa, lusty liaisons had been nonexistent--so fierce did Z’Pasha want righteous revenge.

As she continued observing White Fang, his great strength brought to mind the early days of Egypt. During this reign of the goddesses, spirit and technology had been combined in a balance that benefitted all. 

With the rise of corruption and the Draconian elite, there had been a gradual decline into a lesser culture. The eventual death of real magic for those outside the mystery schools, caused her kind to create enclaves, now curtained by protective mists.

Goddess Divine, how Z’Pasha missed the resplendent and festive sporting games. Once two of the pyramids had been completed, the competitors leaped or raced over them.

Unbidden, images of White Fang as both man and wolf competing in the Royal Sun Games entered her mind. Her fantasy refused to leave easily, despite the discipline Z’Pasha practiced to maintain the viability of her magick.

Dismissing the raw fire of her loins, she stabilized her lighter-than-air form. White Fang twisted, barely able to shove through a house’s pet door. Kitty Collins, that was the name on the mailbox.

Jealousy did not usually afflict  Z’Pasha. Staggered by her sudden reaction, she felt the sharp pangs grow like grapevines, as White Fang spoke with Kitty inside her home, both of them now shifted to human.

Many men, of every race, had fallen at Z’Pasha’s feet, and she had lustily basked in the extreme pleasures they offered. On occasion, to gain her own ends, she seduced men, especially shapeshifters--the ability natural to her as a feline goddess.

As Z’Pasha listened to White Fang’s chivalrous attention to Kitty, she wondered how pleasurable would it be to gain his assistance in her quest for vengeance?

Having briefly witnessed the Super Wolf’s handsome attributes as a man, obviously his seduction would be no hardship. Inspired by the right woman, Z’Pasha instinctively knew the Syxxrion would provide a passion and pleasure that enslaved the carnal senses.

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ...

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Flashback ~ White Fang's Heroine

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Due to circumstances, I couldn't pen a flash scene for today. So, here's a flashback scene in the early days of Talbot's Peak which stars Pasha, Egyptian cat goddess. This is now Chapter Two of my WIP: White Fang, Ace Wolf Reporter.
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Chapter Two ~ Z’Pasha of Dendera  

Z’Pasha stepped back into the concealment of the shadow she had created. Prepared to swiftly transport herself with magick, she observed the Super Wolf leap over the deck rail.

After quickly looking around, he focused like a hunting dog on a trail. Because he would remain unaware of her existence, Z’Pasha watched him flash inside the ethers. With her feline-superior gaze, she followed the streaming lines of his frequency.

Once the lines dimmed, she dissolved her shadow. As she raised her arms skyward, she heard, “Mommy, mommy, I smell a cat. Let’s go chase ”

“No! Marilyn, stop that. If you rip one more dress-- ”

“But, mommy, aren’t we supposed to chase cats? Please-- ”

“Not here! Later we’ll go for long run in the woods. Marilyn, I see fur...”

Unconcerned about the werewolf population in Talbot’s Peak, Z’Pasha smiled, something she hadn’t done for months. After briefly remembering her own rambunctious shifter kitten-hood, she concentrated.

Using her arrowed fingertips as a point of contact with the Ka-Ba, she transitioned into her smoke body. Aware various types magick were being practiced, Z’Pasha hid herself, then traveled in the Super Wolf’s wake.

She required all the knowledge she could gather about White Fang, and the reason why the Syxxrion Shifter had arrived in the isolated Montana town. Was he possible friend or foe?

Two days ago, upon her own arrival, Z’Pasha had cast her essence like a star field above Talbot’s Peak, and the surrounding area. With the All-seeing Eye of her spirit, she’d found the elusive Tiger Yakuza leader, Shere Khan. His stronghold proved to be near a small river tributary, hidden within massive outcropping of rock.

Once she’d eliminated any trace of herself above his territory, Z’Pasha scanned the energy signatures of the town’s residents. Wisdom demanded she identify the so called movers and shakers, and any being of consequence to her.

Destroying the life force of two Tiger Ninjas, in an act of retaliation, would be no small task, even with her goddess powers. However, outrage boiled Z’Pasha’s blood. While sadness coiled around her heart like a serpent, squeezing...squeezing...always squeezing.

The bloody and brutal shredding of her human friend was not to be tolerated. Larissa had done nothing to harm the Yakuza. In the wrong place at the wrong time, she had offered help to a man near death.

How could Larissa, as a mere human, have known the beaten man’s evil far surpassed the criminal activities of Shere Khan’s empire? Z’Pasha did not fault the Ninjas for ending the life of a serial rapist, one who also tortured his victims.

No, if the one with a coward’s entrails, and the cunning brain of crocodile, had attempted the abduction of her niece, as he did Shere Khan’s, her own claws would have ribboned his flesh without regret.

Yet, why end the life of an innocent?

After using their formidable skills to pummel the psychopathic human into a grisly state, the two tiger shapeshifters watched as death claimed him slowly, and with excruciating pain. Seeing the wretched man in the alleyway, Larissa had attempted to heal him with the natural ability bestowed on her by the Sacred. With not so much as a growl of warning, the Tiger Ninjas attacked her like enraged dervishes.

Z’Pasha shivered at the horrific memories, and nearly lost the Super Wolf’s vibratory path. Even now, Larissa slept in the divine embrace of restoration, currently lost to her.

Bastet’s favor remained, however. The path still shone slightly, and Z’Pasha gave silent thanks to her grandmother. About ten minutes behind the Super Wolf, she watched as he emerged from a cave entrance in his wolf form, a fluffy cat shifter beside him.

Z’Pasha journeyed with the pair, careful to hover high and stay behind them. White Fang’s senses swept the forest before him, his protective manner obvious. As a Syxxrion, if he had loosed his sensory powers in her direction, a swift departure would be needed. He would detect her presence instantly.

The Syxxrion were an intergalactic race of wolf shapeshifters, and inhabited many worlds. Why they kept a presence on Earth, other than the primeval beauty of the planet, no one in her realm knew.

Z’Pasha watched the impressive drive of White Fang’s haunches from her vantage point. His muscle-rippling strength as he loped and bounded over fallen logs caused a sudden yearning to burst through her, blazing as the Egyptian sun at midday. 

As wolf, White Fang was a magnificently virile beast from the tip of his noble muzzle to the end of his silver-gray tail. The proud, yet measured carriage of his tail revealed his lone alpha nature.

Carnal desire slid up her middle like a knife, stunning Z’Pasha.

Although, she possessed a passionate disposition, this intensity was rare. Since the death of Larissa, lusty liaisons had been nonexistent so fierce did Z’Pasha want righteous revenge.

As she continued observing White Fang, his great strength brought to mind the early days of Egypt. During this reign of the goddesses, spirit and technology had been combined in a balance that benefitted all.

With the rise of corruption and the Draconian elite, there had been a gradual decline into a lesser culture. The eventual death of real magic for those outside the mystery schools, caused her kind to create enclaves, now curtained by protective mists.

Goddess Divine, how Z’Pasha missed the resplendent and festive sporting games. Once two of the pyramids had been completed, the competitors leaped or raced over them.

Unbidden, images of White Fang as both man and wolf competing in the Royal Sun Games entered her mind. Her fantasy refused to leave easily, despite the discipline Z’Pasha practiced to maintain the viability of her magick.

Dismissing the raw fire of her loins, she stabilized her lighter-than-air form. White Fang twisted, barely able to shove through a house’s pet door. Kitty Collins, that was the name on the mailbox.

Jealousy did not usually afflict  Z’Pasha. Staggered by her sudden reaction, she felt the sharp pangs grow like grapevines, as White Fang spoke with Kitty inside her home, both of them now shifted to human.

Many men, of every race, had fallen at Z’Pasha’s feet, and she had lustily basked in the extreme pleasures they offered. On occasion, to gain her own ends, she seduced men, especially shapeshifters the ability natural to her as a feline goddess.

As Z’Pasha listened to White Fang’s chivalrous attention to Kitty, she wondered how pleasurable would it be to gain his assistance in her quest for vengeance?

Having briefly witnessed the Super Wolf’s handsome attributes as a man, obviously his seduction would be no hardship. Inspired by the right woman, Z’Pasha instinctively knew the Syxxrion would provide a passion and pleasure that enslaved the carnal senses.
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Have a Magickal Season of Thanksgiving... 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance