A Sneak Peek at my latest WIP! ( A little over the limit but I know you will enjoy.)
Happy Reading!
“This
one is definitely a member of a Kith,” Tom said pointing to the
boyish looking one with a crew cut and several tattoos on his arm and
one on his hand. “And the other...”
He paused pushing up the left sleeve of the other who wore the same
tattoo as the first one's.
“--Is
also member of the same kith. Looks like we've got a progenitor in
our midst,” he finished and stood, wiping the dust and gravel off
his pants.
“Who's
their Sachem?” Frank asked. He knew of only one in the area, his
own and he was standing in front of him. Having been a faithful
member of his Kith for three decades, he wasn't aware of anyone else
within the town's territorial bounds who would consider scioning in
the area for fear of the mayor's influence and power as the lead
alpha male in the community.
Tom
thought for a moment. A wry grin crawled across his mustached mouth.
“You won't believe it.”
“Try
me,” Frank said.
“Mcclain.
I remember seeing this on my brother before I had him banished.”
Tom folded his arms and scratched gray and white whiskers above his
lip. “He's Wayne and Florence's son. You remember them? Their
beta died some years back some sort of accident, scared the kid
really bad.”
“Oh
yes I remember hearing about that. Surprised the old guy survived
the death of his Beta, he must be tougher than he let's on,” Frank
replied .
“Anyways
their son left years ago then moved back to town recently. Brought
a Dam and a Sire with him, he picked up in his travels. Remember,
Susie officiated at their ceremony,” Tom said rubbing his chin,
apparently lost in thought. “Had no idea he produced scions until
I caught my brother associating with him. He swore to me that he was
the only one Mcclain scion. I guess he lied to protect him.”
He
thought momentarily and chuckled. “I suspect Mcclain acquired the
taste for scioning while away. He definitely didn't get it from his
father.”
“You
think he's gonna be pissed?” Frank asked propping his rifle on his
hip.
As
a rule most males Kithed when they were young and single, not after
they married. Usually it was because the need to create scions was
quashed by the desire to procreate. Either Mcclain didn't have any
desire to make children of his own or his drive to scion was a hell
of a lot stronger than most. His scions were causing trouble which
meant if he didn't get a handle on it, he was the next target in
front of his scope.
“I'd
would. So you can imagine how he'll feel,” Tom replied, “but the
law is the law around here. Can't get around that.”
http://sneak-peek-sunday.blogspot.com/
The blurb will definitely be interesting for this one, Clare!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I know!
ReplyDelete