Skinwalkers – Witching the Wolf

Announcing the release of the second book in the Skinwalkers Trilogy. Witching the Wolf picks up where the last book ends.

 

Sometimes saying I love you, also means saying goodbye

Mya Reynolds was conceived in a world of witches and demons, but it’s a world she doesn’t know, not until her ill-fated summer on the Navajo Indian Reservation. There she discovers a world that exists just below the surface of reality, and like many before her, she also discovers that loving the wolf can have disastrous consequences.

David Bray is the alpha of the wolf people, known to the Native Americans as the Sinapu. His destiny is with the wolves. This is a fate he has always accepted, until the day he set eyes on Mya.

David and Mya share a forbidden love, a love destined to bring them heartache and despair.

 

After being separated from David for months, Mya is lured back the reservation by the Sinapu’s enemies. They will use David’s love for her to destroy the wolves.

If Mya can uncover the mysterious circumstances surrounding her birth, she might be able to stop the Skinwalkers from destroying her lover, but will it be enough to stop a predestined fate?

 

  Witching the Wolf

   Excerpt

 

 Chapter One

    She was trapped. With her back against the rocky cliffs, there was nowhere left to go - no place to run. From the darkness, she could see his radiant silver eyes – hungry eyes that would devour her body and soul.

    Mya searched for a way to escape, but it was no use.

    Then he emerged from the shadows. Beneath the light of the moon, he appeared ethereal - almost divine.

    Her knees grew weak and she felt as if the breath had been knocked out of her. No matter what she did, she could not pull enough oxygen into her lungs.

    Reaching behind her, Mya’s hand searched for something to hold onto to – anything that would keep her on her feet. It was impossible to tear her eyes from the tall - powerful figure steadily moving in her direction.

    A soft breeze teased at the long black hair that fell across his wide shoulders, making him seem even more feral than he already did. He stood before her - his natural splendor illuminated by the pale moonlight.

    The magnetic allure of his eyes drew her in – coaxing her to surrender her will.

    A familiar feeling of warmth stirred deep within her. She could not still the trembling as heat coursed through her body like liquid fire.

    Now he was in front of her - so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Her eyes were drawn to the sight of muscle moving beneath the smooth skin of his chest.

    Air rushed from her lungs when she felt his firm thigh forcing her legs apart. There was no time for thought or protest.

    His mouth was on her throat and she could feel his sharp teeth scraping against her tender flesh.

   She felt no fear, only an intense - all consuming heat. Her need for him erupted into something beyond anything she could comprehend.

    Fear clawed at her consciousness. She was afraid of what he was - of what he could do to her, but her body betrayed her. Like an animal, instinct took over. Her hands went to his shoulders and she pulled him closer.

    His mouth claimed hers and she found herself being pulled into an inferno that threatened to overwhelm her entire being. It was only the pain of his teeth nipping at her kiss-swollen lips that kept her from slipping away to that point of no return.

     Suddenly she was being ripped from her dream world. No matter how hard she tried, she could not hold on to him. The vision evaporated like puffs of smoke rising into an endless sky.

    Mya’s eyes fluttered open.

    She still trembled with the need her dream had invoked.

    But something had awakened her?

    The stiff muscles in her back and shoulders screamed in protest as she tried to get into a sitting position. Sleeping in the front seat of her car was probably not one of the wisest things she’d ever done, but she’d been too tired to keep driving.

    Mya looked around the empty rest stop. She was in the middle of nowhere - someplace between Flagstaff and Window Rock.

    It wasn’t really a rest stop, but more of a pull off with a small table and an outhouse.

    Her eyes strayed to the half moon suspended high above the rocky cliffs to the east. Mya noted that it had moved little since she’d pulled over and closed her eyes.

    She probably hadn’t slept longer than an hour, but maybe it was enough that she could make it the rest of the way to Window Rock. The last thing she needed was to end up driving her car off the side of the road because she was too sleepy to drive.

    She’d only meant to rest her eyes for a few minutes, but had quickly fallen into a deep sleep. Like most nights, her dreams were haunted by visions of David. It had been months since she’d left the Navajo Reservation. She’d hoped to hear from him, but there hadn’t been a word.     According to Uncle Donny, no one had seen him since she’d been gone.

    The fact that he was keeping a low profile didn’t surprise her, considering the threat of the Skinwalkers.

    But still, why hadn’t he at least sent word that he was okay?

    The low - ominous growl sent shards of fear into her heart.

    It was coming from just outside her car.

    Mya’s eyes flew to the window. At first all she could see were shadows, but suddenly one of those shadows moved.

   Her heart jumped into her throat.

    Nightmarish visions scrambled to the front of her mind. Once again the memories were crowding in on her - memories that she’d spent the last several months trying to forget. Her time in Arizona would be forever tainted by the murders of her parents and best friend.

    David had warned her to stay away.

    The Skinwalkers would do anything to bring the alpha wolf do his knees, even if that meant killing the one they’d created to destroy him.

    Is he were to die, she would still serve her purpose. Killing her would distract David and prevent the Changing.

    It had taken all her strength to keep from returning to the reservation to find him, but then Trent Metzger had called and asked for her help. He’d been arrested for the murder of a young Navajo woman.

    Trent claimed he had nothing to do with it, and though she might be a little crazy, Mya believed him.

    Trent’s family was deeply involved with the Navajo witches more commonly known as Skinwalkers. In fact, most people on the reservation believed Trent Metzger himself was a Skinwalker.

    Unlike the Sinapu, who were true shifters, the Skinwalkers were evil practitioners of the dark arts. According to legend, the Tchin'dih were demons that possessed the bodies of the Skinwalkers. It was these demons that gave them their power.

    Trent’s people were Skinwalkers, but he hadn’t embraced the Tchin'dih.

    Because Trent had once saved her life, Mya decided to make the trip back to Arizona to see what she could do to help.

    Returning to the reservation brought back all her old fears and anxieties.

    Was it possible that anxiety was causing her mind to play tricks on her?

    Maybe there wasn’t really anything out there in the dark.

    Forcing herself to breathe, Mya tried to remain calm.

    It was nothing.

    There was no way they could have tracked her already.

    Mya froze.

    The growls had now turned to snarls. Something crashed against the car so hard that it rocked.

    Startled, Mya shrieked in terror, but quickly clasped her hand over her mouth.

    She reminded herself that screaming would accomplish nothing but to let them know she was afraid. The Skinwalkers would feed off her fear and become stronger.

   She had to think.

   It had to be Skinwalkers. They wanted to scare her. If they terrorized her, she would be that much easier to subdue.

   Shaking, Mya turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. The starter wouldn’t even turn over.

    They had done something to her car while she slept.

    How had they found her so quickly?

    The Skinwalkers had to have been waiting for her. Somehow they’d picked up her trail and followed her after she’d crossed onto the reservation. They’d lured her back to the Arizona and right into their trap.

     Through her terror, it dawned on Mya that there were several sets of eyes staring at her from the darkness. These were not the eyes of Skinwalkers, but the eyes of wolves - the Sinapu.

    They were no more than inky silhouettes against the full moon, and although the Sinapu were in human form, a surreal light radiated from their eyes.

     The car doors were already locked, though she knew locked doors wouldn’t stop them. The thought had just formed when the passenger side door was ripped from its hinges. There was no time to react. She felt hands on her arms, yanking her from the car.

Witching the Wolf a Paranormal Romance (Skinwalkers Trilogy)