Cal's Omega has had a title change...
The contract is winging its way to my publisher as I type. But the powers that be felt that the title Cal's Omega was not sexy enough..so I adopted my wonderful editor's suggestion, and renamed the book Licking Her Wounds.
Dogs and cats don't mix well...but the badly wounded little Lykos needs his help...and despite their obvious differences, in their human forms, they are a perfect match.
Here's a short excerpt:
Licking Her Wounds
by Fran Lee
Cal landed squarely between the boys and the wolf, creating a barrier with his big body as he crouched in front of them, his ears flattened to his skull, his massive fangs bared in a vicious snarl. The wolf didn’t try to run, yet made no move to attack. Cal hissed and batted the air between them with a set of deadly, flared-out claws, showing the wolf what awaited it should the beast make a single move.
It was Jet who said excitedly, “She’s hurt, Uncle Cal.” And a small hand came to rest on his bristling shoulder. Cal drew in a deep breath at the calming touch, but didn’t relax his guard.
She’ll be dead if she makes a move toward you. Stay behind me.
But the wolf seemed to be in no condition to attack anyone. Cal watched as she sagged to the leafy cushion of long grasses beneath her feet and rolled slowly onto her back, weakly pawing the air in a sign of meek submission. A trick? A trap? He snuffled at the air. Fresh blood. Her blood, but not the blood of a female in heat. He kept his eyes glued to the injured Lykos, sniffing for others in the vicinity. There was only the one.
“She says they attacked her and were gonna kill her, Uncle Cal.” Jon ran a small hand over the huge golden leopard’s bristling back, and Cal found himself wondering why the hell the Lykos pack would try to kill one of its own. And how the hell could this dog possibly communicate with leopard shifter cubs.
Did she attack you?
Jet quickly shook his head. “We found her layin’ over there and we scared her. She was just getting’ up when you got here. She’s hurt real bad. Is she gonna die, Uncle Cal?”
Totally absorbed in the situation, Cal shook his massive body and stalked carefully closer to the panting, bleeding Lykos female. The small voice he had heard earlier repeated the words that had brought him to this clearing…
Help me…please. If he finds me…he’ll kill me.
WTF? She was using mental communication. He had never heard of the Lykos having that ability. At least, not outside their own packs. Cal padded with extreme caution toward the female, low to the ground as he moved, his rolling muscles tensed to attack and finish the bitch quickly, should she be playing a game. He sniffed the breeze, and when he was certain she was too weak to be of any real danger to a Seronta male in his physical prime, he reached out with one huge paw, and pinned her heavily to the earth. His claws remained extended, splayed over her trembling chest, but not digging into her body.
Help me, please…he will…kill me…
He felt a shudder go through the thin body under his paw, and he tensed…
Before his eyes, the bloody fur began to recede, leaving his massive paw resting on a slender, badly mauled human female body, planted squarely between her small round breasts. A jolt of electric heat shot up his foreleg into his chest, and he almost snatched his claws back. Luckily for her, he had far more control.
I'll let you all know the release date once I know it myself...