Warren did good, way better than Kellar expected. Adelin is happy, and that's really what matters.
Yeah... can't help feeling a little sorry for Tilly. Who knows what her future holds... except for me.
Yes, he is. We shall see if he agrees. In this chapter we learn that Kellar showed incredible control on his first shift, by any shifter standards. Warren is fortunate he only ended up with a scratched leg and urine-soaked drawers.
It appears Fendral does more traveling than other shifters, likely because he is always in wolf form. Knowing where Vegs is is a huge deal. They are not setting out blind.
Warren is coming up... and I guess I can say it was a lot of fun to write. Cheers, my friend. I appreciate rereading along with you and having you share your thoughts.
The cabin is very special to Kellar and Tobyn understands that. It might very well come in handy one day, but more importantly, it makes Kellar happy to keep it. Yeah, it appears their territory has become hunter territory, but they won't have to worry about the brother. Remember the old Reznick said he was dead, after having achieved 325 notches for murdered shifters on his walking stick.
Not only are you right about Warren being family because of their time together, but we should also consider Warren is family in another way, because he is Adelin's mate. Morningstar is a family.
Yes, Warren is a car nut, and has experience, and most recovering addicts need to be kept busy.
If things work out, Warren is a lucky man, because Adelin is a special girl. Thanks, Patrick!
Wow. I never knew that about the Middle East.
One of the greatest things for me about this story is all the twists and turns that caught readers off guard. It was so much fun for me. It was a long time getting to this point, but I knew Warren's role from the first chapter, and revealing his connection was soooo satisfying.
I feel quite vulnerable when I write those love scenes, so I appreciate your kind words, my friend. This chapter always gets me... and the romantic in me.
All things are as they should be for these two earth mates. To finally be in sync means power. I agree... there is nothing these two can't do now, after having faced a monster.
Tobyn's whole world has come crashing down, and he needs to process. I think he feels left out of everything, yet he can't blame Kellar. Kellar is a methodical scientist, needing answers before he makes conclusions. This was new for him too. So sad, this chapter, yet it is a time for celebration. There is a cure for the malaise!!!!!
I'm not sure a shake would work. Maybe a two by four would be more effective. Seriously, though, this is Tobyn's mom, and he is experiencing a mess of emotions... and his theory about earth mates being a thing of the past has just been proved wrong in a way he can't ignore. Meanwhile, Kellar is figuring out some important stuff.
The thing we have to remember is Tobyn is a little too rigid in his thinking. We can only hope he can handle this upheaval to his life. It's not that he has a hero cmplex or anything, but he has planned out his life and his mission, and he has these preconceived notions that just might hold him back.
Yeah, it's a good bet Mum knows. Mums always do.
The worst part of this chapter for me was Tobyn expresses his negative views about earth mates. We already know Tobyn is a stubborn sort, and that must have really hurt Kellar, seeing what he is suspecting. It could make it hard for Kellar to broach that subject again. ... unless Tobyn clues in...
I think we'd all like to see this happen, buddy. Tobyn carries way too much weight on his shoulders. He needs help. Any yes, Miss Sybil is a revelation all her own. She captivated me as a writer, and to be honest, there is a bit of my departed mother in her.
Who doesn't want a road trip with their mom?
As I said before, Kellar is totally out of his element here... in every way possible. But the thread connecting him to Tobyn does seem to be hanging on. Never underestimate the earth mother.
Thanks, Patrick!
They are human friends of Kellar. In the north, there is an expectation that old folks get assistance from those young enough to hunt. In return they share what they grow if they can.