Shadow Wolf Remembrance

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Shadow Wolf Remembrance

Status: Finished

Shadow Wolf  Remembrance

Book by: Natalia Vermont

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Genre: Romance

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SHADOW WOLF
BOOK 1: Remembrance:

In book one my heroine will travel back in time with the help of her Guardian, a giant spirit wolf, to vanquish a great evil in hopes of breaking an ancient curse.  But the evil wasn't defeated, only the mortal form it took. This evil's true objective was to use the heroine to free its master, The Arch Ruler, from the enchantment that has kept him trapped for over a thousand years, for she is the only one with the power to break the seal of Ardun, a Superior order of immortals.


Sophia considers her life pretty much normal, that is until she befriends a gigantic wolf, who happens to push her down a waterfall. Technically, the fall wasn’t so bad and she would have forgiven her four legged friend, but when she emerges from the water, she finds herself several hundred years in the past, in Scotland of all places, abandoned by the wolf. Lucky for her, she is rescued by a handsome Scotsman, or so the arrogant lout says. Really, what’s wrong with the man? One minute he drives her mad with his kisses, the next he accuses her of being a witch.

Cameron’s nights are plagued by dreams of a spirit, begging him to remember something long forgotten, and his days are tormented by a lovely stranger, who very well could be a spy from the enemy clan. What is a laird to do? Keeping the lass will only anger his mistress and cause him great distraction at the time of war, but the thought of sending her away leaves him barren.
When Sophia saves his life, he learns that maybe there is more to life than empty passion and the sound of clashing steel.
 

 

Content Summary

SHADOW WOLF
BOOK 1: Remembrance:

In book one my heroine will travel back in time with the help of her Guardian, a giant spirit wolf, to vanquish a great evil in hopes of breaking an ancient curse.  But the evil wasn't defeated, only the mortal form it took. This evil's true objective was to use the heroine to free its master, The Arch Ruler, from the enchantment that has kept him trapped for over a thousand years, for she is the only one with the power to break the seal of Ardun, a Superior order of immortals.


Sophia considers her life pretty much normal, that is until she befriends a gigantic wolf, who happens to push her down a waterfall. Technically, the fall wasn’t so bad and she would have forgiven her four legged friend, but when she emerges from the water, she finds herself several hundred years in the past, in Scotland of all places, abandoned by the wolf. Lucky for her, she is rescued by a handsome Scotsman, or so the arrogant lout says. Really, what’s wrong with the man? One minute he drives her mad with his kisses, the next he accuses her of being a witch.

Cameron’s nights are plagued by dreams of a spirit, begging him to remember something long forgotten, and his days are tormented by a lovely stranger, who very well could be a spy from the enemy clan. What is a laird to do? Keeping the lass will only anger his mistress and cause him great distraction at the time of war, but the thought of sending her away leaves him barren.
When Sophia saves his life, he learns that maybe there is more to life than empty passion and the sound of clashing steel.

Author Chapter Note

I wanted to build more of a connection from the get. I changed the part about when he found her. Do you guys like the change? did some rephrasing as well throughout,


Need Dialogue, 50% of things are new, the other stayed the same. I like it much better this time around with all the suggestions from you guys, Harlequin, and Lousie Fury (very nice agent). Thanks guys, and thanks for all the re-reads.

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Submitted: April 22, 2011

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                                                                CHAPTER 5 

 

Scotland, August 20th 1635           

 

     The sound of hoof beats thundered across the ground and echoed through the forest. Three magnificent Arabians raced neck to neck. Sweat glistened off their bodies while their black manes waved in the wind, reminding Cameron of dancing flames.                         

      The riders howled with laughter, a merry sound carried by the wind.  Then they came upon a familiar area, one which came with painful memories, etched with good Scottish steel into nearly each sessile oak and scots pine tree surrounding it. Each mark represented a fallen clansmen, friend, or family member.           

   Cameron’s laughter died and his pace slowed significantly until his stallion came to an awkward stop.  He gazed at the ground his horse trampled upon. Although the soil showed a healthy brown coloring with fertile grass, Cameron saw cold dead land with blood seeping through its cracks. Athair's blood.            

   “Winter 1615,” Aedan said as he sidled alongside his brother.

    Cameron smiled wryly. “If only I were a little faster—”           

  “How could you have known Cam? We thought Athair was invincible!”             

  Cameron nodded, face bleak.  He knew he had failed his athair that eve, failed his family. His hands clenched the reigns thightly, turning his knuckles white. I will not fail them again.

   “Let us race to the lake,” Aedan said with a hint of mischief in his eyes, an attempt to lighten the mood.

  Cameron pushed the dark memory away and forced a smile. He let out a loud whistle, signaling Lucifer into a gallop. The horse neighed loudly, nostrils flaring as he threw his front legs up and took off.

  “Cameron, you damned cheater!”  Ian yelled from behind, giving his steed a good kick.

“Yet again, I am the victor!” Cameron shouted as he reached the lake with his companions a hares beat behind him.

“You’re touched in the head if you believe that!” Ian laughed.

“Me thinks the great laird cannot win fairly,” Aedan mused.

“Bah! I won! That’s that.” Cameron grinned, threw a leg over his horse and dismounted.

The others followed suit, dismounted and tied their horses to a nearby tree. Ian locked eyes with Aedan and gave him a brief nod. They bolted for Cameron, grabbed him and threw him fully clothed into the lake.

   Cameron landed with a loud splash. Both men threw their heads back and laughed.

    Standing up, Cameron said, “I wager you think you’re damn clever, don’t you?”  He stalked forward giving his most menacing look. “I am far cleverer—” Splasshhh.

    He slipped on a mossy stone and fell face down. He could hear their laughter even from underneath the water. He, too, was laughing as he surfaced.

   “If I were you two, I would sleep with one eye open this eve," he threatened playfully.

    Stepping out of the water, he pulled his shirt over his head, wrung it out, and tossed it on the ground. He was not angered by his ‘dip’ in the lake. On the contrary, the cold water cooled his sweaty skin and felt quite good after a long day of training.

    Cameron reached for his brown leather belt to undo his kilt just as Aedan shouted, “Cam, look, over there!”

   Cameron's eyes followed the direction of Aedan’s arm. At the far corner of the lake a golden head bobbed out of the water.  Without hesitation, Cameron ran over to it. He didn’t have to turn around to know his brother and friend followed close behind him. He stopped at the edge of the north corner of the lake and stared down at the little waif the lake produced.   

Covered to her shoulders by water, a young lass lay naked at the bank.  A delicate hand rested by her nether curls and another hung across a soft breast. His eyes focused on the rosy pink buds of her nipples. Her breasts were barely over a handful, yet they seemed ample. She was a petite woman, nicely curved, like an hour glass with short cut golden hair which hung to her shoulders.  Those full lips remind me of autumn apples. Long chocolate colored lashes fanned her cheeks. Cameron smiled at the vision.  She looked like a water sprite, luscious and tempting.

   “Perhaps we should see if she’s still alive, instead of staring at her like a pack of hungry wolves,” Ian said, his tone both amused and concerned.

   “She is still breathing. Look at her chest--"

    "If you insist," Ian said shamelessly.

     "Aye," Aedan agreed with a certain twink in his eye.

 Cameron glared at them and instantly regretted drawing attention to her exsposed busom. Selfishly, he wanted to be the only one who could look at her thusly. He frowned at his strange possesive thought. She is just another lass. "Her breaths are coming in slow and even,” Cameron continued as he bent down to further examine her.  He put a hand on her forehead and nearly flinched at the shot of awareness that struck him. “Her skin is cool. 'Tis good, there is no fear of the sweating sickness.”

   “Who do you think the lass is?” Ian asked.  “Why is her hair cropped like a lad’s?” Aedan added. “Mayhap it was shorn for displeasure or punishment?”

   Cameron could not imagine anyone being displeased with her. “We shall take her back to the keep until she is well enough to answer our queries.”

    Ian put a hand in warning on Cameron’s forearm. “What if she is a Montgomery?”

   “Then we shall send her back to her clan. I am not about to wage war on a mere woman.”

    He gathered the girl in his arms and lifted her off the ground. Cameron paused, staring down at the sight of this golden head resting against his chest, feeling the tickle of her breath on his skin. For a moment, time stilled as he hugged her closer, lowering his face into the nape of her neck, inhaling deeply. Beneath the smell of fresh lake water lurked the aroma of Lavender. I know this scent, he thought. As if someone moved them in his stead, his lips brushed her temple in a tender gesture. What is this?  A vision flashed into his head. Have I done this before? How can that be? I have never met you...yet I know those lips taste like sweet berries ripe from their first picking--

Birds chirped and broke the spell. He shook himself, glanced up and caught Aedan and Ian's dumbfounded looks. Being caught staring at the lass like a love sick youth embarrassed him. "Get me the tartan that is tucked in the satchel next to Lucifer's saddle."

Ian slapped Aedan on the back. "Let us go do the laird's bidding so that he can continue looking at the lass all cow-eyed."

Aedan laughed. "He was more like a dog with a prized bone, drooling over it."

They laughed as they walked towards the horses.

"Cow-eyed my arse," he muttered more to himself than to his companions.

A small feminine moan brought his attention back to her. She stirred. He was astounded when she opened her eyes and he looked into the deepest of violets. Sweet Mary, she is beautiful.             

 

                                                                                      **

    Dazed, Sophia opened her eyes. Through blurred vision, his facial features slowly appeared. The first thing she saw with clarity was his eyes, magnificent blue, like the exotic Caribbean ocean. She lifted her hand to his face, tucking a strand of wet shoulder-length black hair behind his ear, then caressed his cheek. She felt the stubbles of his whiskers and the soft skin beneath it. He was warm, almost as if he were real and not just another one of her dreams.

   He stared as if mesmerized as her fingers roamed over the ruggedly handsome terrain of his face, touching a perfectly straight nose, then moving onto his lips, and caressed them with her thumb. His gaze became hooded as thick eyelashes fell to his cheeks. Men that beautiful should be illegal, she thought.

    “I think I wished for you,” she whispered, lips curving.  

     "Madam, I think you are ill." He appeared concerned.

     She cradled his cheek in her palm, needing to touch him before he disappeared like he did before. "You feel so real." Her hands moved to his wet hair and tugged at it gently.

     He frowned.  "I am real."

     A small laugh escaped her lips. "Only until I wake up and then you’ll disappear."  Her eyes lowered to her nakedness and she gasped. “I’m naked!” She laughed again. “Now I know I am dreaming.” Her hands roamed over his bare, muscular chest, marveling at the strenght she felt beneath her fingertips.  “Are you naked as well?”

Amusement lit in his eyes. “Not entirely.”

Lifting her face to the crook of his neck, she inhaled his scent. "Hmmm, you smell real." Slowly she brushed her lips over his. “Taste real.” 

   I can actually feel the warmth of his breath on my mouth.  Mint, he tastes like mint.   She laced her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, gently nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth, teasing him. Her mouth tingled from the feel of his lips on hers. Her pulse quickened with excitement and longing. She moaned, seizing his mouth for a tender kiss. He tastes so sweet. Her tongue found his, tangled with it, and sucked on it. She did all those naughty things she dreamt about doing but never did.

  He gasped, then crushed Sophia's body close and deepened the kiss, his tongue opening her mouth further. "I was right, you do taste like strawberries," he murmmered against her lips. His mouth was demanding and possessive all at once, and it was thrilling. A liquid warmth shot straight down her core and nearly made her go limp in his arms. Fingers dug into his hair as she tugged his head closer, kissing him as if he were her food and drink after days of walking in a desert. Please God, don't let me wake up. Let me stay with him a little longer.  She was not sure what it meant. She knew only that it felt right, that she felt right wrapped in his arms.

 Someone cleared their throat.  “Leave it to Cam to find a beautiful water goddess,” said a male voice nearby.

  “Aye, he has all the luck,” complained another. "You already have one bonnie lass. Let me have this one."

   Stunned, Sophia tore her mouth away from his and glanced up to see two men standing in front of her, looking down at her with bemused looks on their faces. One man resembled her half naked man a great deal. The other was a few inches shorter with reddish brown hair and laughing green eyes. Whoever they are, they're gorgeous.

    Sophia shook her head. What's going on? My head!  Her temple throbbed and thinking became difficult. She looked up at the man who cradled her in his arms, her vision hazy. "Don't leave me," she whispered before her eyes rolled to the back of her head.                                                                    


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