Feral – Excerpt

"Hello, Faelan. I'm Koan Fen." To hear him speak her name stirred her even more, and butterflies in her stomach began to flutter. His voice was deep and appealing in every way.

Faelan looked up at him. He was a tall man. A lean, muscular man, like a runner or swimmer. He was strong and virile as the goddess had described. His hair was gorgeous, black and shiny. It was trimmed and neat. His bangs swept down over his forehead, giving him a playful appearance. But she could see by his handsome, angular jawline, he could be deadly serious when the situation warranted.

Finally, her eyes met his. They were a magnificent amber, a color which was rare among humans and often possessed by the wolves she studied and admired so much. Her heart stopped as they regarded each other. In the depths of her soul, for a split-second, recognition hit her. It was like a rush of recollection was beating at her mind's door. Then, before she answered its knock, it quickly dissipated, leaving her confused and restless. She shook her head to clear her bizarre thoughts and feelings.

Koan smiled at her, and the odd, restless sensation temporarily abated. "Are you okay?" He touched her arm again. She could still feel his energy, but it was more controlled and soothing.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's nice to meet you, Koan."

"I'm pleased to meet you." He leaned close to her and kissed her cheek. "You are all, and more, of what the goddess described."

Faelan inhaled deeply and was struck by the familiarity of his scent. It was clean, warm, and woodsy. The scent invited her to curl up in his arms and allow him to hold her tight. She moved back a step from him to face him more directly.

"Do I know you? Maybe from school or somewhere?" she asked.

"It's a small world, you may have seen me. I know I wouldn't have forgotten you." He smiled. "I'm told you're a veterinarian and like wolves. I own the Dark Wolf Club in Alaska and run a wolf conservation program from there. Perhaps you've seen a photo of me in a magazine or news article?" He cocked his head to the side as he watched her.

"Maybe." She nodded. "Your work sounds wonderful. I visited Alaska recently. I love it there. I ran into some issues when I was there, but I love the wild, beautiful land."

"I do too." He nodded. "It suits me well."

"I can see it would." She smiled up at him and then sat down in her chair.

"You can?"

"Yes, you remind me of Alaska, wild and…handsome."

"Thank you, Faelan. That's very insightful and kind of you to say."

"I always say too much." She shook her head and glanced down at her hands. "I guess I should play coy like the other priestesses probably do."

"I would rather you be you." He sat down in the chair across from her and leaned in her direction. "Are you afraid of me?"

"Why do you ask that?" She forced a full smile.

"Your heart is beating fast."

"How would you know?"

"I can see you're flushed, and you seem a bit on edge."

"I am nervous, perhaps." She closely watched him. "And I can't get a good read on you." She shook her head in an effort to clear her many emotions and thoughts. "I feel like I know you."