Wolves Run

Book Four in the Wolves Run SeriesYears have past since Ellie's wolves gathered her up in the sick woods. Wolves Run has become home and her wolves run free. They also speak English. Now, Ellie has become part wolf because of her connection to Nonny, personal wolf and companion. They have bridged what few humans can ever expect from their pets, and perhaps this is too close. Almost losing him, Ellie and Nonny begin to realize the connection is too intimate for a human. Finding...
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Book Four in the Wolves Run SeriesYears have past since Ellie's wolves gathered her up in the sick woods. Wolves Run has become home and her wolves run free. They also speak English. Now, Ellie has become part wolf because of her connection to Nonny, personal wolf and companion. They have bridged what few humans can ever expect from their pets, and perhaps this is too close. Almost losing him, Ellie and Nonny begin to realize the connection is too intimate for a human. Finding Charlie's studio and prolific art begins a journey into color. The oceans, the rocks, the storms all scream color. Marty, Ellie's new husband and former SIS agent, finds that he can paint again. More startling, her magic has returned. Art leads this journey. Lives are opened to danger, and the Manor is at risk. Rude rocks, giggling dolphins, and snow leopard cubs play their part in a never-ending journey with Ellie, WolfMaster of the Run.I am a dreamer. At the age of five, I would scream out at night, not understanding the horrors that plagued my nights. At age sixty-one, after my wolf Nonny gave me his magic, my actual being went into sensual overload. Wolf Rising. Dennis, age twenty nine-ish, the first to meet my wolves, took me to Bright Water in a full moon. We fell in love, but timing was messed up. He is my love, now, and in the forever category. Matt, my husband of forty some years, decided to die and have a cruel man marry me. Not his fault, it was well hidden. There were good times, but the physical battering is harsh, sending me to the hospital more than once. Why continue? By the time my brain was in gear, he had mastery of me. It takes such a little time. Now, I have my wolves and my vows. They are the constants.Life doesn't allow contemplative life, for magical people. It just get's screwed up with other lovers, good guys, bad guys ... so many people to love and loose. That is what has happened to us ... life.Magic, forgotten over forty years, reappeared into my life, and nymph powers, and others that I never touch. Dreams are always a constant. Spooky. All of this scampering ... and I do ... all the characters .... should be on a family tree, or something. Read the books. Fall in love with the characters, searching for normal.