After a lifetime apart, wolfkin Ghost and Kane are reunited. Together they defeat an old enemy and root out a festering evil from the center of their clan and family.
Ghost, once known as the cub Luca, is finally home. Back among his kind and learning what it means to be both a man and a shaman, Ghost battles the expectations of his people, his family, and the pressures of a society that is both foreign and familiar. His power is greater than any seen before, dwarfing that of even the legendary Shaman Gray Shadow—and his union with Kane places him in the center of a controversy that rattles wolfkin society around the world.
Kane, greater alpha and Heir to Black Pine Clan, has finally defeated the traitor and murderer that destroyed the heart of Black Pine years before. Freed at last from guilt and pain, Kane has a new enemy to face: his own people. Placed on trial for violation of Law and blasphemy, Kane will have to fight to the death to preserve his bond with Ghost and keep his mate and people safe.
The soulbond between Ghost and Kane is forged by the creator and Goddess of the wolfkin. Usually a sacred and treasured union that honors the pair and their clans, this soulbond is seen not as a gift, but a threat to eons of tradition and Clan Law.
The union of a Shaman and Alpha is anathema—but how to reconcile that belief when it is the wolfkin Goddess who forged it? Can Ghost and Kane save themselves, preserve their bond, and find a new future when the laws of the ancient past threaten to tear them apart?
Title: Wolf of the Northern Star
Series: The Wolfkin Saga #2
Release Date: Jan 22, 2017
Author: SJ Himes
Excerpt from Wolf of the Northern Star by SJ Himes
Ghost took a step away from Kane, his focus set upon the gravel drive. He tilted his head, ears picking up the sound of tires. A vehicle broke through the darkness, headlights flashing across the front yard, and it parked behind the last vehicle of the clan leaders’ convoy. The silver SUV went silent as the engine died, and Ghost’s heart jumped in anticipation.
A whisper rose in the chill wind, coiling around his head and shoulders, caressing his face before it peeled away, leaving him with his heart in his throat and his hands curling to fists.
Kane and Burke were talking, unashamedly eavesdropping on the clan leaders, as were the others in their group, discussing amongst themselves what they were hearing from the Tribunal members.
Ghost took another step away, the occupants of the new SUV opening their doors, stepping out.
It was as if the heavens dripped stars to earth, each soul-star within the shamans before him glowing and pulsing with their heartbeats. Golden yellows, gentle robin’s egg blues, vibrant moss greens and even a subtle purple and silver star flashed, nearly blinding him. Ghost blinked and dropped his Spiritsight, and he saw the four shamans that exited the vehicle and waited in the drive. All four of the strange men were staring back at him, and the one in front, the driver, took a couple steps forward and stopped. Ghost took a slow, even breath, and banished his nerves.
The shaman in front was a tall, lean brunet with pale skin and warm brown eyes, and his smile was kind. Ghost smiled back, certain he knew this shaman. The wolfkin male’s hesitant smile grew into a wide grin, and he jogged forward, arms open, and Ghost had a flash of insight that brought joy to his heart.
In his memories of Gray Shadow, there was always Michael—his grandfather’s last apprentice. Gray Shadow taught Michael for years before Ghost was born—he learnt from sitting in on Michael’s lessons. His first memories ever were listening to Gray Shadow teach Michael about his gifts, while little Luca yearned to be a shaman, too. Michael was old enough to be Luca’s father, but he’d counted the young shaman as his very first friend.
“Michael!” Ghost cried out, sprinting across the snow. Kane shouted behind him, and his mate followed him.
Ghost threw himself into Michael’s embrace, the taller shaman hugging him close and laughing. Ghost buried his nose in Michael’s hair and breathed him in, memories welling up in his mind. Countless days spent learning together, Michael patiently letting him sit in his lap, reading wolfkin histories and the Law, evenings when Michael would babysit Luca and his younger siblings when Marla and Josiah would go out.
“You’re alive, you’re alive!” Michael crowed, swinging Ghost around like he had when Ghost was a cub. Ghost laughed, so happy tears ran down his cheeks, face hurting from smiling so wide. Michael put him down and hugged him so tightly Ghost squeaked as air was forced from his lungs, and Michael chuckled before easing his embrace.
“Little wolf?” Kane asked, and a big hand gripped his shoulder. Kane didn’t pull him away, but the alpha’s disquiet and wariness at his affectionate greeting came across their bond.
Michael chuckled, and gently eased back, though he still held Ghost close. Kane gave Michael a tight smile and a short nod, his hand on Ghost all but screaming his claim.
“Shaman Michael,” Kane said, words cool but polite. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Alpha Kane,” Michael replied with a grin, nodding. “It’s good to see you again as well. I wish the circumstances were better, but I’m glad to be here regardless.”
“What do you mean?” Ghost asked, tipping his head back to see Michael’s face better. Michael bit his lip, brows furrowing, and he sighed. Face clearing, Michael looked over his shoulder at his companions before turning back to Ghost and Kane.
“We were asked to attend a Tribunal by our respective clan leaders,” Michael said, meeting Kane’s eyes. Knowledge lit his mate’s dark eyes as Ghost tensed in realization, and Michael nodded, confirming his fears. “Yours. We are to stand as witnesses, to attest to the validity of your bond with Luca, and to sever it if it’s been determined to be a forced union. The alphas will handle Kane’s punishment if he’s found guilty.”
Angry, Ghost opened his mouth to demand the shamans test their soulbond now to stop this foolish Tribunal, but a shout from the front of the cabin interrupted him and drew his attention. The greater alphas that made up the clan leaders’ honor guard surrounded the Black Pine wolves. Sophia looked ready to kill, Gerald was on the ground with a boot in the middle of his back holding him down, and Burke had his arms restrained by two big wolfkin males.
Kane pulled on Ghost, but Michael held him tighter and spun away, yanking Kane’s hand from Ghost’s shoulder. Ghost growled, and tried to get free, kicking. Kane roared, and leapt for Michael, but Kane disappeared under the weight of several bodies. Ghost gaped, shocked immobile, and Michael dragged him away as half a dozen greater alphas restrained Kane, forcing his mate to his knees in the snow.
“Kane!” Ghost cried, reaching out for his mate. Electricity hissed and spat around his fingers, Ghost’s anger and fear spurring his gifts. “Let him go!”
“No!” Michael restrained Ghost, and left him dumfounded when the older shaman reached out, grabbed Ghost’s hand, and snuffed the bolts of energy curling around his fingers. Ghost gaped, beyond startled, and found himself picked up off his feet and carried away.
Ghost snarled, his wilder side rising, fury at his mate’s treatment bringing his feral nature to the fore. Michael said something, shouting, trying to keep Ghost restrained as he fought. Hands came to rest on his face and shoulders, avoiding his elongated fangs and curled claws.
“Kane!” Ghost screamed, and he lost sight of his mate and packmates as the shamans surrounded him, separating him from the chaos.
Meet SJ Himes
A periodic nomad, SJ Himes has currently settled in New Orleans, enjoying the history and cuisine. SJ also writes as Revella Hawthorne, using both her names to release LGBT romance and erotica. SJ is currently working on the following series: The Wolfkin Saga, The Beacon Hill Sorcerer, and her Bred For Love series as Revella.