Novels by Lorea Ashe

Daniel lifted his face up to the full moon and let his wolf wash up through and over him. It wasn't a seamless transition, not even for an Alpha such as him. Being a werewolf was initially called a curse for a reason, but with his pack and full moon present, his shift came relatively easy and painlessly and he accepted it for the blessing it had become.There of course was the pain as his bones broke and reshaped, but by now it was one he was familiar with and barely gave it a thought. A lot of movies like to portray the lengthening of the jaw and snout as the transformation works its way down, but in reality, the change starts in the spine between the shoulders. The kinder way to describe it, without detail, would be to say it began at his shoulders and rippled out, like a rock tossed into a still pond.But it wasn't that simple or serene.

He knew this discussion and her displeasure, no, her infuriation was inevitable. He hoped to take care of this tomorrow but it was here in front of him right now, today."Donna, I do not want to nor will I ever send Henry away," Daniel swore. "But I promised him he and his wolf would thrive, and they have. But I cannot in good conscience hinder or limit him either.""He won't go," she said stubbornly. "He doesn't want to.""That may be," Daniel sympathized. "But I think I owe it to Henry to let him make that decision himself, as much as it pains us both. You know his wolf is strong, Donna, you've known it from the very beginning. It was part of the reason you feared another Alpha would kill him.""He's not as strong as you, or Lucas, or Thomas, or Judd, or even Justin,"

Daniel's eyes popped open with a start. The soft tap on the door was just enough to rouse him from his deep slumber. He checked the clock on the nightstand and it read four pm. Dammit. He meant to be awake before now.He got up and threw a tee shirt on, over his dark jeans, as he opened the door and found Lucas lazily leaning against the opposite wall in the hallway with his arms crossed."Sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep," he drawled, not looking the least bit apologetic. “Donna sent me to get you so she could have a word with you before the cookout officially starts.""I'm surprised she didn't get me herself," Daniel mused as he left the door open and put his shoes on."Why would she when she knows she can get me to do it," Lucas grumbled good naturedly.Daniel followed Lucas down the stairway. As they descended, the smell of food became thicker in the air, making his stomach rumble and remind him it had been a long time since his last meal. He could hear Donna just outside,

The food and new attitude did Samantha a lot of good. It was like she walked around the house with a fresh set of eyes. She tied her hair back and started with the laundry, looking at his clothes mixed with hers in disgust.She was a nuisance.A bother.Clingy.A child.She punctuated every thought with another item of his she threw in a separate pile to go back in the basket, then she yanked his towel off the hook and threw it on top of everything she left behind. Luckily, the washroom was upstairs so she took her clothes and sorted them in there before starting the first load.After an initial pang of anxiety, feeling like she was being petty and immature, she decided that it felt good. Next, she stripped everything off of the bed so it could wait its turn through the machines. Feeling a moment of satisfaction, she moved to the bathroom with cleaning supplies and started in the shower, scrubbing down the walls. Unsure what to do with his hygiene items, she gathered everything into a

The past several days blended in to each other as Samantha stayed close to the house. Her attempt to enter the boutique left her feeling broken, defeated and frustrated. She knew the feelings would persist as long as her eye was this fantastic shade of eggplant. It had been three days now and each day, the bruise darkened with no sign of abating any time soon.The only saving grace to any of this was Richard still hadn't come back home or reached out to her. The longer he stayed away, the more she dreaded seeing him again and the pit in her stomach grew heavier knowing they were going to have to have a very difficult talk eventually.The afternoon she came home from the restaurant, she had looked around the house, lost. She laid on her bed and cried. It didn't get her anywhere, nor did it help ease the dull ache inside. She ran a hot bath and added Himalayan sea salt to it, hoping the warmth would penetrate into her chilled core, but sat in the tub with her arms curled around her knee

Daniel stepped off the plane onto the unpaved strip that was a hard packed crusher run covered in short grass. He enjoyed the familiar buzz of insects, the wind whispering among the leaves and the distant sound of a mountain creek all welcoming him home.A local farmer owned the strip. Somewhere along his family tree was a great-uncle that was a werewolf and the pack had been close to his family for a few decades now. He was standing next to another man by a white, unmarked Tahoe and Daniel made a beeline for them."Good to see you, Daniel," the farmer greeted him, nodding."Jim, likewise," Daniel replied as he nodded in return. "Thanks for letting us through on short notice, this is a quick trip.""Anytime," Jim waved."Will you be joining us for the barbecue and run tonight?" Daniel asked."My family and I will be there, Alpha," Jim grinned. "For the barbecue, not the run. Justin here came down and grabbed a couple of pigs two days ago and has had them in the ground since yesterday.