Howl and Growl
Howl and Growl Book 1
by Cloe Cullen Genre: Paranormal Romance
Can forbidden love find a way?
Amara: I can’t believe this big arrogant wolf has ventured into Pride territory.
How dare he? Why is he here?
He crossed paths with the wrong Cougar.
Even if he is all kinds of sexy in human form.
I wanted to kill him…
…now I want to love him.
Darius: Whoa! A cougar pounced on me from a tree branch.
No female has ever fought me before.
She can’t beat me, but I sure am enjoying this fight.
Then she turned into a beautiful naked woman.
It is forbidden to mate with a Cat, but…
…I will have this feisty Cougar even if it means losing my life.
Can Pack and Pride fight together against the coming Vampire attack?
Low growls and heavy footfalls, careful like a cat but too heavy to be like any other cat shifter Amara knew.
What the hell was going on? The closer she got, the more convinced Amara became that whatever creature was giving her this strange feeling, it was nothing local. It reeked of familiar yet distant lands.
To get a better sight advantage, Amara scaled a tree, making her way onto a branch and gradually leaping to the next. She continued to stealthily climb from branch to branch, from tree to tree, until she got close enough to peer out at the creature infecting her forest. Amara grew tense, the anticipation nearly killing her. Her heart pounded, wondering what would pass beneath her. She watched carefully as the creature came into view, her eyes wide and her body stiff and still. Her tail wrapped around the branch she crouched upon.
Eventually, the creature stomped on under her, and Amara caught her breath. A wolf, a giant one, with gray fur and dazzling dark green eyes. Amara's tail unwrapped itself and flicked slowly from side to side as she watched with awe as the massive beast strolled by. It walked slowly, carefully, deliberate with every step. Beyond that, it sniffed the ground, stopping just under Amara to get its bearing.
Suddenly, the realization hit her. Amara, for the first time ever, was seeing a live member of the Pack. It took a few more moments for her catlike curiosity to fade into sudden vexation and rage.
A wolf shifter? A member of the Pack? Here, in the Pride's territory? Amara couldn't get over the idea that a wolf was cocky enough to wander past the border that separated the two territories. The Pride would not tolerate this act of brazen arrogance.
Amara licked her lips, readying herself.
There was an opportunity before her. It was as if mother nature had answered Amara's prayers. A leader earned respect by protecting her people, that's what her father had taught her. Surely this wolf meant harm upon her people.
But what if there more nearby? Wolves stayed in packs, didn't they? Amara glanced in every direction listening carefully, but she couldn't make out any others besides the lone wolf before her.
This was her chance!
But should she go for help? Alert others so they could team up against this beast?
Amara took her stance, awaiting the perfect moment to strike. She'd never truly fought for her life before, but now was as good a time as any to learn.
The wolf began to move again, loping away. Amara, panicking slightly, misplaced her step and tripped over herself, tumbling, hissing from the tree branch. She fell on her side, shrieking at the wave of pain that swelled her body. Struggling to stand, Amara met the gaze of the gray wolf, who stood only a dozen feet away, watching her closely. Caught off guard, Amara scrambled back to her feet and hissed at the wolf, using the power of her hind legs to pounce on the wolf before it realized Amara's intent. The wolf howled in shock and pain as Amara landed on its back and began to slash and chew at its back. The wolf, using its pure strength, threw itself against a tree, sending Amara to the ground.
Amara jumped to her feet and screamed, her adrenaline pumping, but the wolf stared her down, rearing up and howling so loud that the force from its howl pushed Amara back a few feet. Surprised, Amara didn't react in time to move out of the way of the wolf barrelling towards her. The beast tackled her, yapping and barking, clamping its jaws down on Amara's front leg. Amara let a yelp of pain escape her lungs, but soon enough began to batter the wolf's head. The wolf whimpered but didn't let go, thrashing Amara around, smacking her against endless trees and throwing her once more to the ground. The wolf howled again, the sound rattling her bones. Fear raced to her mind, scaring Amara so severely she jerked backward. Blood trickled from her wound.
To her surprise the wolf stayed its ground, panting and growling at Amara. Amara stood slowly, limping slightly, but she never took her eyes off the wolf. Amara trembled slightly. She didn't expect this wolf to be so strong.
She hissed at the wolf, who growled low, and turned its back to her, attempting to leave.
Another wave of rage injected itself into Amara's bloodstream. He was turning his back to her? Amara lost all sense of her condition, rising to her feet and darting to the wolf without paying mind to her wounded leg. The wolf, not expecting Amara to continue the fight, didn't turn quick enough and found Amara once again crawling on his back. This time she slashed harder and faster, making sure to keep herself rooted firmly on the wolf's back. The wolf thrashed around again, but when it aimed to smash Amara against a tree once more, Amara jumped off at the last second.
The wolf slammed into the tree so hard that the barked cracked and broke, the tall tree collapsing forward. Both Amara and the wolf dodged to either side, just barely missing being squashed by the Oldwood.
Both Amara and the wolf glared at each other from either side of the tree. Amara growled at the wolf, making her stance known. The wolf, panting, yapped at her.
Amara paced, trying to decide where to strike next, but before she could make a decision, the wolf hopped over the downed tree and rushed her. Amara scrambled, but ultimately failed to roll out of the way. The wolf caught her neck in its jaws and slammed her down to the ground. Amara fought desperately to get the wolf to release her, and he did, letting go with his mouth but pushing down on her chest with its paws, keeping her from moving. The wolf's weight was crushing, and Amara struggled to breathe. The fear of death overrode her mind, and Amara thrashed around more so than she ever had in her entire life. She howled, she screamed, she tried to bash the wolf's face in.
But the wolf was having none of it. He reared back and let out a howl at point blank range, scaring Amara so badly that she lost her will to fight. All she could focus on was the wolf on top of her.
Fear...is this what her father felt when he fought against the Pack all those years ago? Were there wolves as strong as this one so long ago? Amara was so concentrated on the wolf that she accidentally slipped back into her human form, shrinking under the wolf and forgetting to cover her naked body.
Silence filled the air. Amara waited with bated breath...
Howl and Roar
Howl and Growl Book 2
Is forbidden love worth risking your life?
Nyssa: Just because this sexy overgrown fuzzy Bear saved my life doesn’t mean he can kidnap me.
Were-Bears don’t exist.
He can’t just keep me in his cave forever.
I must find a way to escape…
…even if I don’t want to.
Jorah: Watching the cougar fight was fun, but then one turned into an injured beautiful blonde naked woman.
On instinct, I shifted into Bear and raced down the mountain to save her.
If I let her go, the Clan will kill her.
She seems to hate me.
I can’t believe I captured an actual mythical wolf shifter.
I want her.
I must find a way to be with this spirited nymph-like creature.
Will the Bear Clan fight with the Pack against the Vampires who almost wiped them out?
Then the blonde wolf shifted back to its human form...no, not its, hers. The blonde wolf changed to a naked female, her blonde hair curling from her scalp, black and blue bruises littering her body. His body trembled at the sight of her. Curvy, fair skin shivered as she struggled to move, but ultimately found no strength remaining in her limbs. Even from this distance Jorah could see her eyes were a beautiful blue, deeper than the blue of the sky. The Changelings cackled as her head spun and fell to the ground, her bare chest heaving and her mouth agape.
The female shifter was like nothing he’d ever seen, and from that moment forward Jorah steeled himself for a battle, letting his mind focus and his body morph. Within moments, he grew into the shape of a gigantic brown bear, his feet carrying him forward just as the Changelings made their move to go in for the kill, the ground rumbling beneath him. Roaring a war cry, the Changelings snapped their heads up to see him just before he rammed into them and sent them all crashing into the ground. A few that managed to evade his initial attack lunged at him; anticipating the attack, Jorah spun with a massive paw, connecting with one cougar’s jaw and a wolf’s ribs, bones cracking under the power of his hits.
Puffing out air, Jorah stood protectively over the female shifter, watching the tawny wolf and other Changelings stare on in awe. Sensing Jorah was a friend, the tawny wolf used the advantage to sink his teeth into the neck of another Changeling, while three others set upon him. Jorah wanted to help, but the Changelings he’d thrown away now stalked back out to him, circling just as they had done to the blonde wolf.
He couldn't stay here. There was no way Jorah could protect the woman and fight this many at the same time; besides, his fighting skills were rusty. It wasn’t like there was anything to fight up on the Northern Mountains, save for small game and a goat or two.
So Jorah made the decision to focus on saving the female shifter. He roared a sorry to the wolf, hoping he’d understand, and scooped up the female shifter in his paws and threw her on his back. She must have been semi-conscious, because she latched onto his back hair, grabbing huge tufts with both hands. Good, Jorah thought. The woman was light and slender, easy to carry while on the run...
Howl and Bite
Howl and Growl Book 3
Can their love save each other against the ruthless Vampire Lords?
Bronwen: I must make this hot, luscious Wolf love me.
Since I became the thirteenth Vampire Lord there is nothing to stop us from being together.
But if I fight with the Wolf Pack, Cat Pride and Bear Clan, will the Vampires destroy us all?
If we win, will Remus let me bite him?
Remus: Can I finally let myself love this sultry, passionate Vampire?
I’ve denied my feeling for her for so long.
If we can get the Vampires to sign a treaty to protect the Pack, then maybe we can work on our future together. But if not, then we go to war.
If we win, will I let Bronwen bite me?
Can the Blackwood be saved and restored to its former glory? Can a Vampire and Wolf have a future together?
This is the final book in the Howl And Growl Series. A guaranteed exciting ending.
Bronwen rose to her feet quickly, dabbing at a drop of blood where the boar’s hooves had scraped her on the cheek and raced after it.
On instinct, Remus shot off after her, his blood pumping and his mind overthinking the blood he’d seen on her face. Some of the others began to rise to follow, but Remus quickly motioned for them to stay back. Too many people would corner the beast, causing it to go crazy, making it more difficult to catch.
As he closed in on Bronwen and the boar, he saw how she struggled to catch the beast. Time after time, Bronwen dove after it, grabbing onto its back, but its hide was slippery from the dew on the grass and trees. It kept dodging and ducking into small, tight spaces Bronwen couldn’t have easily slipped into at a full run. Remus would have just stayed back, if not for the downdraft he felt. Through the treeline Remus saw open air and no land; just as he did, Bronwen leaped onto the wild boar, pinning it down and digging her nails in to keep it from slipping her grasp. Quickly, she snapped its neck, its squealing voice vanishing as quickly as the hunt had begun. Bronwen rose in triumph, noticing how only a few feet separated her from the edge. Wiping her brow, she glanced back at Remus with a smile.
Remus returned her smile, enjoying their little moment...until the ground beneath her cracked and gave way, crumbling and leaving Bronwen to fall down. With one push of Remus’ legs, he shot forward, stretching out his hand to catch Bronwen’s wrist just as she reached out for him.
It all happened so quickly that before Remus knew it, he was the only force keeping Bronwen from plummeting to her death a thousand feet below. As he looked past her, he saw the long drop was blanketed by a number of sharp rocks, not unlike the type adorning the Northern Mountains. Remus shook as he held her, her face betraying her usual calm exterior. Fright creased her brows and left her mouth agape as she swung in the open air, her other arm reaching up to grip onto Remus’ forearm. With one pull, Remus lugged Bronwen up the new cliff face, wrapping his other arm around her waist and pulling her into his arms as they both released their held breaths.
Bronwen’s embrace tightened around him so hard he thought his skin would never recover from the marks.
“Thank you…” she whispered in his ear, leaning back to reveal sudden tears. Remus’ heart nearly broke in half at the fear etched into her face, and he pulled her to him once again.
“Maybe let me handle the hunting next time, yeah?” he said, his voice cracking.
Bronwen laughed nervously, nodding. “Sure thing. Just...it looks like we’ll need to find another animal to hunt.”
“No kidding. Are you okay to walk back?”
Both rising to their feet, Bronwen nodded once again, starting off in the direction they had come. “Yeah, we don’t want to worry the others.”
As Remus followed Bronwen, his instinctive nature keeping him nearly shoulder to shoulder with her, he realized something.
There were very few creatures Remus truly cared for, fewer still that actually made him sick with worry whenever something happened to them. Only two had frozen his heart in icy fear as he witnessed them fall into the jaws of danger. But now there was a third.
No other woman beside Bronwen could make Remus’s heart stop that way.
Cloe Cullen is a passionate paranormal romance writer and published author. She has plans for many new books in the near future. Her vision is to bring awesome entertainment to her readers. Wolves, shifter cats, werebears, vampires and dragons are the stories she tells best. While she is not furiously writing away under the big shade tree out back, she is taking care of her rescue cats.