I forgot I hadn’t “preloaded” a post for today. I was doing stuff. Important stuff. Like writing new words on MOON SHOT. Because I’m all caught up and a couple of hundred #NaNoWriMo words ahead as of yesterday. Today is #1lineWed on Twitter. Today’s theme is: Critters – real or imagined. I have a lot of those! 😆
Since I sort of need to get something posted here, I thought I’d stick with the WIP. Here’s a snippet from a chapter that left me all sniffly. This is ROUGH draft! But anyway…I hope you enjoy. Also, I put a snippet from the love scene between Mac and Hannah on my FB page, in case you missed it.
After he’d dressed, Mac stepped to his side. Silently, they watched the house where their enemy waited. “I know what you’re thinking, Nate.”
Nate lifted one shoulder in a negligent shrug. He’d already made up his mind.
“There’s no victory in dying.”
He stared at Mac, red glints clearly visible in his eyes. He’d gone all but feral, and hadn’t totally returned to human even though he was no longer in wolf form. Despite that, Mac wasn’t worried. Nate was a marine. Had been an officer. Had shed blood-red tears over the men under his command.
Nate’s hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he fought for control of his wolf. “I know that, Mac,” Nate gritted out. “Victory comes only in the death of evil.”
“Exactly.” Mac’s gaze remained steady on the other man. “And there is no shame in passing that duty to another willing to shoulder the burden.”
Shaking his head, Nate held Mac’s gaze. “This is my burden. I—” He swallowed even as his shoulders straightened. “There’s no way you can understand, Mac.”
“You’re wrong, Nate. You’re one of us. One of mine. I do understand. I’ve buried two brothers. I won’t bury you too.”
This is your chance to “beta read.” Thoughts?