Twelfth entry for the #8sunday Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop –
Nevertheless, this had to be done to protect both the Therians and the Elves in the long term.
Movement on the other side of the room caught my attention. I watched, testing the air, as a tall, lithe woman wove her way through the crowd toward me. She moved like a Therian, but I couldn’t catch a scent to identify which branch she belonged to, only the scent of cinnamon and vanilla clinging to her, and she wasn’t using her power in such a way that I could narrow it down beyond the fact that she was definitely among the predators. She sauntered up to me, her lips curving in a slight smile that did not reach her hazel eyes. If this was the Fringe recruiter, it was no wonder so many of the unmated males were falling for it. A pretty smile and promises of more than she said would be more than enough for some of the young males. Then, she twitched the front of her black leather jacket aside just enough for me to see the emblem stitched onto the lower left side of her tan shirt: a paw set within a circlet of ash leaves.
The above is an excerpt from my WIP novella, Tiger’s Paw, the prequel to The Therian Way, my urban fantasy series. This entry is a direct continuation from last week’s, which you can read here.
Tiger’s Paw excerpt (c) Kimberly A. Rogers andblog.