Fantasyboy69

Jonathan Davenport, Alpha of the Homestead Pack, must not only take on those responsible for the disappearances of many Lycans but also the North American Lycan Council. With this uphill battle leading to all-out war, will Jon find the help he'll need to survive the heat of battle and the boredom of politics?

the eclipse was glossed over since Dylan's mind was all animal. Impressions, brief memories...that's all it was when he came back to his human self. In other words, this author chose the easy way out. LOL

Driving into Homestead was one of the hardest things I had ever done. I felt like the weight of the universe was on my shoulders and in my heart. It gripped, strangled, and it would be a long time before I could deal with this one. This pain was too deep to just deal. It wasn't only my grief. The guys felt it, too, and we kept trading the pain back and forth. Gene's nephew Allen met us at the camp. I'd known him for years but hadn't seen him since the members of Homestead split from the ECP.

Well, as to the donkey shifter, Rhava could become a donkey should he choose, but there are no donkey Lycans. Still, it would be a funny wordplay.

I won't lie. I was crying while writing this chapter. I'd been planning it since book 3 started, and putting it off as long as I could.

I was happy to hear that no one was going to be harmed, which of course meant I had to go harm someone. You know, to balance out the cosmos and shit. I shook hands with everyone, telling them to be ready to go as soon as everything was settled. No one argued, not even Phuong. She looked like she wanted to kill me, but she knew the others needed to go home. With all that out of the way, I made a beeline right for Anthony. The Tribunal member was looking at him curiously. Perhaps wondering what wa

I almost did leave it on the cliffhanger, because I am a shameless writer.

I would like to say the Tribunal was just a formality. I would like to say the Tribunal could see Gene and the others were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, especially the missionaries. I would like to say it all went smoothly. It didn't. I knew Minnie and Rhava were on our side. We only needed two others from the Tribunal to vote in our favor to keep them from receiving any form of punishment. Nothing is ever that easy. The missionaries were set free without even being questio

Only one character is based off real life, the rest are just the general people I have as family and friends.

As lucie put it so well, Ginger is one of Jon's friends. She was shown in book one (A Full Moon) when Dylan got his Halloween costume from Universal Studios. She is now Dylan's boss as he went into concept art mentioned in book 3. (Home To Roost)

As lucie put it so well, Ginger is one of Jon's friends. She was shown in book one (A Full Moon) when Dylan got his Halloween costume from Universal Studios. She is now Dylan's boss as he went into concept art mentioned in book 3. (Home To Roost)

Before anything else, I had a few calls to make. First one seemed more important at the moment, although I don't know if Dad would agree. I dialed home. “Homestead, this is Heather.” “Hello, beautiful,” I said with a bit of a purr in my voice. I had missed her. Love the guys, but they were no substitute for her. “Hello yourself, handsome. Is it safe for you to call?” She knew I needed to stay as quiet as I could. My sarcastic self was thinking that she should have guessed it was safe

With me in Sun Camp, Rhava gave Marcus a kiss in parting and walked off to leave me in the care of the other Solaris. I got the feeling this was a purely Solaris matter, and he knew better than to stick around. Probably didn't want to get chomped again. I didn't blame him. Canine bites were painful. “I will leave you in Marcus's hands, Dylan. Afterward, please come find me.” Aunt Minerva smiled again and strolled to one of the huts. The other two, the other lion and the eagle, inclined their

Older woman, turns into a cat, casts spells...

I am a huge fan of fantasy/sci-fi/sci-fan stories. I didn't consult any one source as much as I took many popular ideas, threw them into the blender, hit liquify, and poured it out. In regards to the magic aspects, again it is my spin on it, but that is based a bit more on the reading of older religious beliefs. while I do not claim to know even a fraction of the beliefs, many peoples from across the world, Celtic Druids and Native shamanism to name two, believe in the connection between man and nature, even so far as some believe Man can assume aspects of animals, maybe even their shapes. The Skin Shifters (Skifters in this book) are a nod to those beliefs. For other magic, well, most of it is just too many hours of D&D.

If you haven't read the other books of this series, I can totally see where this is confusing. Straight guys having sex? Jon, straight, is now mated to Patrick. A straight guy and a pansexual/bisexual guy. Dean, straight, mated to Kao. A straight man and a gay man. Both are humans who were turned and "imprinted" or became mated to each other. Rhava and Marcus are not bonded through the body, but they are, quite literally, soul mates. Their souls are intertwined, connected, and if one feels emotion, the other does. If one feels, the other feels. This includes the physical. It can get very descriptive, but it boils down to they have no filters, no boundaries, no reservations. They share everything. If you need a more thorough clarification, message me and I will explain further. And no, neither Rhava nor Marcus dies.

A lot of eyes followed us as we were led to the north side of Equis Camp. Everyone seemed to understand – now, at least – we were invited to stay until the Tribunal. I could feel every one of them was curious but cautious. I could totally understand their caution. Not only did they lose some people to strangers, strangers had kicked their guards' asses. “You are welcome to join us for meals, join your family for their meals, or make your own,” Rhava was saying even while Rhisi was stomping

He wasn't trying to hide the fact that they were here, which was good for all of us, but I had a very strong feeling the Equis Camp was not holding them because of malice. Don't ask me how I knew, but I knew Rhava was not a man who liked to detain or control others. I could feel it in him. So, in keeping with myself, I just waited until we were out of earshot of the camp and began to question him. “I apologize in advance for anything I say that may cause offense. I am a blunt-spoken man and

I lay there awake that night, wondering what would happen tomorrow. Zeke had said this area was secure for the night, which means he felt we should be moving on very early. It was good advice anyway, but what made him say it like that? What made Colton's Pathfinding actually work for the first time? More and more questions all led to the same damn answer. I hate magic. Love Phuong. She's awesome. When Zeke had flipped the coin, it landed on its side three times in a row, which pretty much sa

Dragons, in this setting, can change their plumbing for breeding purposes. They do lay eggs, and yes, Jacob could have them too. Kiven is the more nurturing and chose to carry them. I am writing a second one which will star their son, but it's not going to be posted until finished

This is one story that I come back to when I have no other projects. It is not even halfway done, so read at your own discretion.

I have a few ideas for a sequel, but nothing concrete at the moment. Ryle gets to keep the jet, and he would be the lead pilot...and the supply master.

I have a few ideas for a sequel, but nothing concrete at the moment. Ryle gets to keep the jet, and he would be the lead pilot...and the supply master.

Big glaring mistake on my part. I make tons of them, and since I don't think I had an editor for this one, it got past me.

It was a thirty-mile hike from the airstrip to the edge of Homestead territory. Being up here made me smile and look over at my squad. They could feel it, too. No one around for miles, clean air, clear skies. Perfect weather. I turned to Colton and nodded. He closed his eyes and looked within himself. It was always a bit cool to watch him Pathfind. His eyes would twitch behind his lids, jerky motions would make his head move as if dodging mentally around boulders and under fallen trees, no