Sneak Peek at my next book
I’m hard at work on my next book in The Protectors series! (Hint: it’s set in Hawaii. My dogs are prepping for the luau!) See below for a free scene. Let me know what you think! Drop me an email!
The resort was finally quiet after a long day of work, but something felt off. The normally warm island breeze felt unnaturally cold on his skin and the scent of rain was in the air. Only a few guests remained in the resort after last nights New Year’s Eve party. Those who were left gave off a strange energy about them. Pele had warned him to be on the lookout for trouble. Could this be a sign foretold events were starting?
On days like this Ali’i liked to take a walk along the beach before turning in. The full moon was calling him. He was a Kaupe not a Werewolf, but the moon called him all the same. Seeing its light shine across the ocean always warmed his heart until now. Lightning flashed off in the distance drawing his eye to the Heiau. At that point he noticed torches lit about where the Lele would be. Ali’i quickened his steps to a jog, he heart pounding in his chest. He hadn’t seen something like this in a hundred years.
He slowed to a walk as he approached the stone covered area. Up ahead was a stone platform that in times of old held the Lele, a wooden platform, were offerings were placed for the gods. Today, the wood was long gone and only the stone beneath it remained but at its center looked to be a body. How could anyone violate kapu and commit such sacrilege? Human sacrifices haven’t been done in centuries, and was forbidden in modern times.
The torchlight danced across the body revealing that this was no Human at all, but a Werewolf in partial transformation. It was one of the resorts guests, Rolf Lucas. Who could have done this? No one had ever dared to break Pele’s peace and the treaties in place, until now.
The look of pain and anguish was all most too much for him. Turning away, Ali‘i let the illusion of his humanity drop and howled at the moon as only a dog can do. His howl would be heard for miles and all the way to the gods, but none of that mattered.
He couldn’t let his feelings keep him from his duty. Holding his hands wide he drew on his connection to the island and the fiery goddess Pele casting a magical dome. The surge of power flowing through his body forced him to his knees, but he held on until the dome was formed. It was a drain on his body that he would only be able to maintain for a week before the strain killed him. At least it should trap the killer inside, if he hadn’t already escaped the grounds. He couldn’t let himself think like that. The killer must still be here!
