The Wolf Tamer

By Nicole Ash

It isn't the lore that surrounds the hunter, Teon, that leads Kali to him, but the fear and hatred Nash, the werewolf, bears for the hunter who nearly killed him before. The discovery that Teon is a man she could love leaves her torn between fear and hope--the hope that he can save her--the fear that the hunter in him will know her for what she is.

Length: Short Story
Genre: Fantasy Werewolf
Rating: Erotica

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicole Ash
• Release date: Jan 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301143511

Nicole Ash

It's been a while since I had anything new out, but I'm happy to report that I've recently gotten my mojo back, and will be releasing new works in the near future!

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The Wolf Tamer

By

Nicole Ash

© copyright by Nicole Ash, March 2005

Cover Art by Eliza Black, © copyright January 2013

Published by Nicole Ash

Smashwords Edition

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence

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Prologue

Nu spread its crimson glow over the new fallen snow, casting shadows in the trees and under their boughs instead of illuminating the choking darkness. A wolf moon.

The name itself was a holdover from another time and place, part of the 'Old Ways' every child of Cairous learned. A name given some moon, in a distant galaxy, during January. While few truly identified with the names given Erth seasons, it seemed the perfect thing to call this moon, and the season on Erth supposedly mirrored this one. It was a baleful eye, glaring down a curse. The eye of a wolf.

Teon set ancient mythology from his mind. It was, in fact, his father's passion and not his own. Snow crunched under his feet, grating his teeth, as he walked and when he paused, he could hear the steady progress of his father. His father, Carn, had lagged behind far enough that Teon could no longer make out his shape when he glanced back for him. He sighed, pulling his cloak close around himself, not daring to stomp his feet for warmth. They were close now.

Teon. A whisper, carried by the wind. He realized all at once that the sound of his father's movements had stopped.

I am here, he responded, waiting for Carn to catch up to him, not surprised when the man's hulking shape coalesced from the shadows like a wraith.

How many times, boy? How many times 'ave I got to tell ya not to get so blasted far ahead?

Teon rolled his eyes, mouthing word for word his father's speech, having long ago learnt it by heart.

It's dangerous to become separated. You never know when the hunter may become the hunted, especially with a full moon out.

Teon turned around, fighting to control a grin, Yes father. I heard you. Not my fault you're getting slow in your old age! Can we go? Here he did allow a grin to slip out.

Carn's glare lasted all of one minute under the shine of that smile. Sighing, he gestured his son ahead. Go get yourself a wolf, boy. I'll just wait here. Don't guess you really need your old man's help anymore.

I won't be long. Teon had earned his right to manhood a year and a half ago. By all right's he could now hunt alone, but his father was an old man with old ways and an only son. He worried.

Here, Carn threw something to his feet as he settled himself down on a fallen log. Teon lifted it gently.

Your knife. He pulled it from its leather sheath, transfixed by the play of light over its silvery blade.

Your own now.

Father. I--

I'll take no arguments! I should have given it to ya when you reached manhood, as my father before me. Go on now. Pray you don't need it.

Teon slipped the blade into its sheath and nodded to Carn, hefting his crossbow. Thank you father. I'll make you proud.

He turned, trotting as silently as he could given the snow, knowing the wolf's winter den was close. Missing his father's whispered words, You already have.

Teon approached the den with caution, arrow cocked and ready. If he moved too quickly, the sound might alert the wolf before he was within shooting distance. He stood silently, carefully downwind, and surveyed the small, black hole in the side of the hill. In the wane light, he could make out one set of tracks leading into