Courtney wil give away a digital copy of A Howl In the Night.
Title: Before the Dawn
A Howl in the Night Book 3
Author: Courtney Rene
ISBN: 978-1-62420-325-1
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 2
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Darkness continues to haunt Abby since her
escape from the Hunterz. Questions continue to circle. Who are they, really?
Why do they hate the wolves so much?
BLURB
Seventeen year old Abby can’t shake the
darkness that continues to haunt her since her escape from the Hunterz. She
can’t let it go. Questions continue to circle. Questions no one will answer.
Who are they, really? Why do they hate the wolves so much? The answers could be
found in a young boy named, Sam. He may be from the Hunterz, but he smells of
wolf. Derek wants to believe her, and tries to help, but Abby still hasn’t
learned how to accept help from others. Her relationships with her mother and
father continue to deteriorate, but Derek is a puzzle. Some days he’s exactly
what she wants and others he is all that she despises. Being a shifter isn’t as
simple as she thought it would be. The wolf part is easy. It’s the human side
that needs a little work.
EXCERPT
I huddled in the
darkness, barely aware of the passing hours and days. The wolf ate when she was
hungry. She found mice and rodents to catch and devour. I was barely aware of
the chase or the joy she found in the hunt. The wolf drank from streams and
creeks along her journey. She slept when she was tired and traveled the rest of
it.
I was aware the
forest was starting to look familiar, but I didn't care enough to wonder why or
where I was. When the big white sprawling house came before us, I realized the
wolf had brought us to the only other place she knew to go: Aunt Lilly's.
I didn't leave the
safety within the wolf when we arrived at the house. I was aware when we
stepped onto the porch and dropped to the cool white washed boards where the
wolf curled up and slept, but I stayed safe, hidden deep. The wolf and the
instincts that drove her protected us. I was happy to let her lead. I was happy
to be carried wherever she decided to go. I slept as the wolf did throughout
the rest of the night.
When the wolf woke, I
woke with her. We were still curled on the porch, but we were within a pile of
dogs that had come to keep us safe and warm and offer company. The wolf was
happy for the companions, as I was not able to be one. I was silent and empty
and had nothing to give right then. I had nothing left to offer her.
I saw my Aunt come
out on the porch, and I saw the moment she recognized me for what I was.
"Abby, honey. What are you doing here?"
I shrank back deeper
within the wolf, and as the wolf had nothing to say to her in that form, Aunt
Lilly was left at a loss. She crouched down before us and ran her hands over my
head and down my back. "You look a little worse for wear. Do you want to
come in and eat? Maybe get a shower and some clothes?"
I wasn't coming out
of the wolf form. I realized that had been my intention the whole time. I
simply hadn't been ready to face it. I was obviously not very good as a human,
so I would try being a wolf for a bit. I used a little more energy and turned
my head away from her and dropped it back down on my front paws.
"Abby? What's
wrong?"
I had no answer for
her, so I didn't move or acknowledge her question. I didn't know what to tell
her. I was still feeling sorry for myself, and I didn't have a plan of how to
fix it other than to ignore it. I was happy as a wolf. Why did I have to be a
human anyway?
She stayed crouched
down next to me for a long time. She tried to talk to me, but I didn't answer.
Finally, she gave up and stepped back. Her dog friends stayed with me, protecting
me in their own way. She surveyed the pile of us then said, "Well, I guess
I'll check on you in a bit."
I closed my eyes and
went back to sleep. I spent the next few days hardly moving a muscle. What was
the point? Aside from getting up to empty my bladder or get a drink of water, I
stayed on the porch, quiet and still. Aunt Lilly stopped trying to talk to me,
but she did continue to sit with me and offer what comfort she could by way of
gentle caresses or tidbits of food she could tempt me with, or just simple
water. The best part was when she sat in the white rocker and just rocked. Her
being there was enough. Sometimes when she sat there, I would get up and sit
next to her, just to be close to someone who gave a damn about me. Just me. Not
what I could do for her, or what I could do for the clan. She just cared about
me.
Why was I so
unlovable by everyone else? Why didn't my mother want me anymore? Why did my
father only see me for what I offered the clan? Why didn't Derek just want me?
Why. Why. Why! What was so wrong with just being me?
It was times like
those that even in wolf form I was able to cry. When the hurt of the world grew
to immense I could not hold it in anymore. I cried the sounds of the wolf, even
if it didn't come with the tears of a human. Aunt Lilly wouldn't press or talk,
she was simply there with me as I tried to handle the sadness overwhelming me.
She'd caress my head and continue to rock.
I don't know how long
things went on like that. Maybe a few days, maybe it was an entire week. I do
know when it came to an abrupt end. Morning arrived with a definite chill in
the air. I didn't notice the cold all that much, thanks to my warm fur, but
also because Aunt Lilly's dogs took shifts with what I thought of as protecting
me. There were always a handful of them, either lying next to me or with me, or
whatever. I was never cold or alone. They knew I was hurting and they in their
animal wisdom stayed with me as comfort. Animals are awesome. People…suck.
AUTHOR BIO:
Courtney Rene lives in the
State of Ohio with her husband and two children. She is a graduate and member
of the Institute of Children’s Literature. Her writings include magazine
articles, short fiction stories, several anthologies, as well as her young
adult novels, A Howl in the Night and the Shadow Dancer series, published
through Rogue Phoenix Press. For a complete listing, visit www.ctnyrene.blogspot com or feel free to contact her at ctnyrene@aol.com.
