This week’s #8Sunday for Weekend Writing Warriors is from my novella, White Doe. Shane is a descendant of Native American shape-shifters and in conflict with his true nature. He’s just finished a drink with his motorcycle club brother, Jim, and is now on his way to pay his respects to his great-aunt Nona, and his tribal family after after the death of their chieftain.
The fall evening lent for a chilly, but mind clearing ride into Manteo. Once, he’d come close to telling Jim about his alternate state. Hell, they’d shared a woman one night. Didn’t get much closer to a buddy than that.
Then again, he’d never had the balls to tell Cheyenne either. Sweet Chey. Shane’s body tightened at the vivid memories of their sexual explorations and the love he couldn’t get over.
He never understood why her mother had pulled up stakes and moved them to Florida ten years ago. He’d turned his anger on Chey, blaming her to mask his hurt and devastation.