Wednesday Words: The Silence of Quiet

Time for another #1lineWed theme. Today’s theme is dedicated to librarians around the world and apropo since school is starting up and I’m sure some teachers are also longing for the sounds of silence. The theme? **SILENCE/QUIET**. If you have some hushed words to share, please do so in the comments. Here’s my snippet for the day, from my current WIP, ASSASSIN’S MOON, coming the end of the month as part of Susan Stoker’s Special Forces: Operation Alpha Kindle World. This scene should be fairly self-explanatory… 😉
Lennox’s scream echoed in his head and the wolf snarled. DON’T RUN! Griff shouted. Too bad it came out as a blood-chilling howl because his muzzle had already formed. She fled, leaving him to finish the change and chase her. The wolf liked the idea of hunting down their mate and claiming her. The man was terrified she’d get hurt. They were in the fucking Amazon jungle. The things that could hurt or kill her were as numerous as the stars in the sky they couldn’t see overhead due to the rainforest’s canopy.

Head down, breath coming in gasps, Lennox ran full tilt. She kept her arms up to protect her face as she stumbled through the dense jungle. In full-blown panic, she didn’t think about snakes, poisonous plants, or anything else. The nightmare hard on her heels was far more terrifying. This was insane. Men didn’t turn into animals. Griffith. A monster. She abruptly dodged off the path and hurtled head-long into the jungle. She heard water. She’d jump in so he couldn’t track her. Isn’t that what fugitives did when bloodhounds were tracking them?

She pushed through a heavy veil of giant fronds and pitched forward. Lennox slid down a slope and landed in swampy water. Something plopped nearby and a startled screech escaped before she clamped both hands over her mouth. Lunging to her feet, she splashed through the water and clamored up the bank on the opposite side. She plunged into jungle once more and found herself on some sort of narrow trail. Distance. She needed to put distance between her and that creature. Her chest heaved and her side was splitting but she forced her legs to keep pumping. Something rustled in the vegetation beside her. She reached for a last bit of speed and burst into a clearing. Silence enveloped her. The jungle, teeming with noise just moments before, was now totally quiet. She’d skidded to a stop, unaware of doing so, her instincts kicking in even as her eyes filled in the blanks. Across the open space, eyes glowed in the darkness—eyes that were fixed on her.
Lennox’s lungs burned with the need to suck in air but her whole body is paralyzed. Huge, golden eyes blinked slowly and a low rumble teased the outer edges of her hearing. Cat. Big cat. No, huge cat. Her brain scrambled to identify the predator. Jaguar. She sucked in a breath and the animal emitted a sort of rolling growl.

“Nice kitty,” she whispered as the big cat prowled toward her. “Please don’t eat me.” Tears sprang into her eyes but she couldn’t chance wiping them away. The jaguar crouched, tensing, its tail twitching. Lennox knew enough about cats to understand that was a bad thing.

Something moved behind her and she recognized that it was…whatever Griffith had become. She slowly turned her head just enough to glimpse what stalked through the clearing toward her. He was…magnificent. Silver-white fur tipped in black. A gray mask over a white muzzle. The wolf padded to her, passed close enough to brush his side against her thigh. Unable to resist the urge, she skimmed her fingers through the fur on her back. The wolf was bigger than the jaguar but were his claws as sharp, his bite as lethal?
Yeah, this book is full of action and danger! I hope you enjoyed the snippet. Watch for it to go live on August 29th and I’ll be sharing the cover soon. 😀

About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to Wednesday Words: The Silence of Quiet

  1. SQUEE! I can’t wait!

    You said ‘silence/quiet’ and a scene immediately came to mind, but it’s so spoilerific, I can’t share it. Here’s a bit from the beginning of the scene, though…

    Black. Black dipped in black, covered in black velvet, rolled in coal dust. I’m floating in a sea of tar. Quiet tar. Quiet, warm and welcoming tar.
    Until the voices intruded. I was quite content until the voices.

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