Coyote Shivers Novels & Stories

The whispers grew louder, more insistent. " I... have come... for you…" I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Monica had always taught me to trust my instincts, and right now, my instincts were telling me to listen. As I gazed around the field, I noticed some movement far in the distance, coming from the canopy of trees just at the edge of the forest. It was a fox as white as snow, almost blending into the sunlight filtering through the trees. Curiosity overwhelmed me, so I stalked closer cautiously. The fox stood still as I approached, its bright eyes watching me intently, as if it was waiting for me. There was something almost magical about it, something that drew me in.

Knees weak, breath short, pussy squeezing my fingers like it was mad it wasn’t getting the real thing. I ain’t look away. Ain’t stop. Just stood in the shadows fingering myself stupid to their nasty show, heat building till I felt like I’d blow. This wasn’t watching no more. This was me taking what the fuck I wanted, the pleasure, power, zero shame. Every drop.

My shaking hands sorted through herbs and tonics: crushed moonleaf, emberroot, and tinctures for stabilizing the body during a shift. I needed this stuff for me. To force my wolf to wake up! I was badly in need of my wolf to force life back into the man I loved lying beside me. So, without wasting a second, I swallowed the first potion, bitterness burning down my throat. Heat rippled through my blood, my skin tightening, as if I didn’t know whether to blister or freeze. Carla hovered at my side, her face drenched in fear. “You can’t do this, Liora.”

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

"I'm sorry, sir. This card has been frozen." Ethan handed over another. "Then this." "Also frozen." Bianca whispered, "Ethan, what's going on? You said everything was arranged." Ethan clenched his jaw. "Rosalyn is throwing a tantrum." I finally answered his call, and my voice came through his phone. "A tantrum? Ethan, I'm just done paying for you." Everyone heard it. He lowered his voice. "Rosalyn, have you lost your mind? I'm standing at the altar."

“Varjo. They’re literally made of shadows and will drain you of your life essence.” An ear-splintering howl sounded in the distance, causing me to jump in shock. Conri nudged me to my feet, allowing me to lean against him. “It’s okay. It’s just Connor.” Conri threw his head back, and a soulful, long howl vibrated through his chest as he answered his beta. It amazed me for a moment that he could make such vicious-sounding snarls and then, moments later, let out a beautiful howl that warmed my core. Moments later, crashing sounded through the woods, and the rest of the pack surrounded us. Cody and Connor stopped near Conri.

His fur rippled in the wind, ears swiveling at every distant roar and clash. With a running leap over the dunes, Jaiyana grabbed onto Shan’s broad, powerful shoulders, rolling seamlessly onto his back. She felt the heat of his fur beneath her palms and the surge of kinetic power as Shan sprang forward, claws digging into the hard sand, teeth bared, fangs glinting in the moonlight.

A shiver ran through her spine. ''Cold?'' He asked, although it was obvious that he knew her shivering had nothing to do with cold. ''Do you know werewolves have the ability to warm themselves in time of cold,'' he said softly, like they were having a normal conversation. He stepped closer, and Shira froze, unable to bring herself to move. She should be covering the towel, hiding her exposed flesh from his gaze, but she could not bring herself to move. Shira watched, horrified at her own wayward emotions as the Shark stepped forward till he reached the bed. She remained deathly still as he pulled her into his arms -- roughly, causing the white towel to slip further down.

A wolf, maybe, and then a chilling return howl this time closer. Jades grips his arm, digging her nails into it. They hear a shuffling, snorting sound close outside the sleigh, followed closely by another loud howling; so very close this time as to make both of them shiver in fear. Again, the sleigh is rocked by a gust of wind. The strongest yet. He reaches out snagging the blanket and holding it in place as it almost flies loose. Jade looks at him in absolute desperation. Tears are forming in her eyes. She is quivering in terror now. The whispering, that faint maddening whispering of kiss her . . . kiss her . . . starts up again.

But the noise happened again. I sat up, slipped on my boots without tying them, and reached for the old jacket hanging near the door. The air outside hit me cold, cool enough that I felt it straight through the thin shirt I’d slept in. The rain was lighter now but still steady, falling in long silver streaks. I listened. There. Off to the left. Low running. A splash. I stepped off the porch and squinted through the dark. A pack of coyotes were darting across the field, lean shadows moving with quick jerky excitement, pausing to sniff the damp earth before bolting again. Just scavenging in the storm. Nothing unusual.