When Kaycee A. Looney isn’t writing or reading, she’s dreaming up new stories and is currently working on rough drafts of two separate historical fiction novels as well as shorter works of fiction from varying genres. Kaycee lives in Washington State with her fat black cat, Cleo, whom she’s convinced is a minion of the Underworld. Kaycee loves to hear from her readers, so please stop by her blog, Facebook page or Good Reads page. Blog Facebook Goodreads

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	Honor the pack without question. It is the only life Eshla has ever known. But her wolf pack is starving and a single hope remains. One of them must leave the forest and bring back easy prey—human prey. Chosen by the pack elders to shed her wolf form, Eshla sets out for the nearest human settlement to walk among them and gain their trust. Yet when Eshla meets Connell, she can’t decide if she’d rather run from him or be near him. As she struggles to comprehend her feelings, she begins to question her ability to fulfill her duty to the pack. Then Connell reveals that he is the son of an adopted aunt she never knew existed, and everything Eshla thought she knew about her transformation, and honor, dissolves into chaos.
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Honor the Pack

The quiet pressed on my eardrums. I reached the wall and spun to cross the chamber once more. Stop pacing, Eshla. I cannot, Mama. I turned and repeated the pattern I’d been walking since the elders called their meeting. Tonight the eighth full moon would rise since famine descended upon our pack. The decision our elders made today would save our family—or doom it. My two elder brothers, identical down to the black markings on their tan fur, lay curled together in the corner—exhausted after the morning’s unsuccessful hunt. Be calm, Little Nipper, Amadeus grumbled, rolling onto his back to scratch an otherwise unreachable itch. You are making Mama worry. Do not order me around. I turned to show him my canines. This choice will determine if we live or die. And I— A long, lone howl punctuated the air. It was time. My hackles rose as a chill of trepidation scurried down my back. I fell into line behind my mother and the twins; single file, we trotted to answer my father’s summons. He stood in the clearing between the dens, the elders forming a semicircle behind him. My maternal grandparents flanked him like sentinels, motionless, even at their daughter’s arrival. I tried to slow the anxious beats of my heart, and failed. As the rest of the pack filed into the meeting place, it became almost impossible for me to keep from prancing in anticipation. It has been eight winters since our pack last felt the weakness of famine, my father began. He looked at the assembled wolves, taking time to acknowledge even the pack’s lowest members. The time has come to choose one among us to leave the pack. The task this wolf will undertake is the key to our survival. Just get on with it, Herschel mumbled. Too tense to reprimand my brother, I fixed my gaze on Father. His ears were tattered from years of hunts and battles for supremacy. The sunlight etched the lines of his ribs from his once-glossy ebony coat. He held his head erect reminding me of his eldest brother, my beloved Uncle Kaveh, whom we’d lost during the past hard months. Three cousins, Aunt Cyprianne and Grandmother Lotte had joined him in the Beyond. We elders have not made this decision lightly. Eshla will go into the human’s world and return with the prey we require. Every pair of eyes turned to me. My rump hit the ground, jarring me from my trance. But, Father. I have never left the forest. I lowered my body and stretched onto my stomach, muzzle between my paws in submission. Perhaps another with more experience should— Father shifted on his haunches and my protest died as the elders stood in unison. It is because you lack experience in the human world that you have been chosen, Eshla. Father gave a sharp nod and the elders sat again. There will be no chance of your being recognized. The fate of your family depends upon you. Will you refuse them? I pulled myself back to a sitting position, and searched every face. Eyes haunted by hunger, flickering with a mixture of hope and fear, stared back at me. Mama nudged my shoulder. This familiar gesture of comfort made my stomach twist. I could not refuse them, yet the terror and self-doubt smoldering in my chest urged me to do just that. How would I live with myself if I let them down? No, Father. I avoided his eyes, respecting his role as pack alpha. I cannot refuse. I am pleased to hear it. When the moon rises tonight, you will transform. Go with Edrea. She will teach you the transformation chant and share with you what you need to know. With my head and tail lowered in respect, I followed my maternal grandmother’s silver form out of the meeting place toward the den she shared with my grandfather.                                   Back to Honor the Pack

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