Western Fantasy Novels & Stories

said Amos before he turned and went into the barn. "Where am I?" Lauren asked, looking around at lush, green pastures and jagged mountains reaching for the sky. "This is my horse ranch, Jack of Aces." "I meanwhere in the country are we? What state?" "Wyoming, just outside the town of Saddle Creek. You said you're from back east, right? Whereabouts?"

I couldn’t force myself to hurt a hair on a single wolf’s head who is lost out there. The plan is to drive fast and have me keep them back, keep them as far as I can, in the hopes they turn back and focus on circling the homestead once again while we drive off into the dust and head for the witch known as Leyanne. We need to get some distance and avoid all known wolf territory in case they too have been turned. We don’t have any idea of how far this goes or how many are infected. This area is predominantly Santo but there are smaller packs out there especially in the wilds, and once we leave Arizona, we will have to figure it out as we go. Packs generally don’t intermingle and there’s no lov

I whisper, and he thanks me, and lets me through. Windazare, compared to Aquarius Waters is more humid and darker as it has more trees and the natural light is covered by the trees and the high mountains. During the day, most werewolves go running, but other prefer the night run which has resulted in Windazare Lights wolves becoming more pale compared to us Aquarius Water, and Firedune Pitts.