Author Spotlight – Forest Wells

AuthorSpotlight

Author Spotlight

This week’s spotlight is on Forest Wells. Forest Wells is an author with a deep passion forforest all things wild canine. He has authored a short story, as well as several poems, all published in the Wolf Warriors anthologies since 2015. He currently lives in his home town of Thermal, California.

Here are links to the Wolf Warriors anthologies.

Binlit, an old war hero, marches into battle against a group of bullies. When he gets there, he finds a werewolf as their target, and a situation that becomes far more complicated than he expected.

Forest is currently putting together the final touches on a YA novel is called Luna, The Lone Wolf.  Here’s the synopsis:

Luna was destined to be alpha once he became an adult, but before he got the chance, his own brother, Rajor, framed him for a crime no one committed, leading to Luna being banished from the pack. Declared a lone wolf, never to know the company of another wolf, Luna turns bitter as he learns to accept his new fate. Yet even as he does, other wolves, strange two-legged creatures, and one mockingbird, force themselves into his life, driving him through a gauntlet of trials where he must reconnect with the wolf he once was, or turn away from it forever – assuming he even survives.

Let’s take a look inside.

I returned to my den to find Estrella sniffing around it. I tilted my head, trying to understand why. When she saw me, she ruffed amusement and looked at the rock pile.

“Not too bad,” she said. “Although I somehow expected better. Seems like you could manage more than a cave inside a rock pile.”

My eyes rolled. Here we go again. “It keeps me warm and safe. I need little more from a den.”

“What about yourself? How little have you allowed there?”

“How little have I allowed? I’ve had to fight for every scrap I can find, alone. I’d hardly say I’ve allowed or not allowed anything.”

“Yet you continue to live alone. Don’t you get lonely out here?”

A great sigh was followed by a greater growl. What a stupid question. Of course I was lonely, that’s the whole point of being a lone wolf. No pack, no family, no anyone. Just you, your fangs, your kills, and there is no way to change, or overcome it.

The pain of that fact kept me from looking at her, as did my failing hold on my temper. Both mixed to make it near impossible to find anything to say in response. I searched the dimming sky for the moon, hoping, praying there’d be enough to brighten my hackles tonight. After the day I’d had, I needed something to relax me.

Estrella stepped up to my side, and gave me a short nuzzle. “That bad huh? I understand. You’ve been alone for three years. It’s natural to feel lonely. It hurts when you’re thrust from every one you love.”

“Silence!” I snapped, reaching my limit. “You think you know me? You think you understand what I’ve been through? My own father drove me away when I was just a pup. My pack has disowned me. Every pack in sprinting distance knows who I am, and shuns me for it. You don’t know me. You never can.”

Estrella started to growl, then she swallowed it, although she couldn’t stop her ears from coming forward, matching my challenge. “Because you won’t let me. I don’t care what others think. I’m here for you.”

“I don’t want you! I don’t want anyone. I’ve lived well on my own, and I intend to stay that way. It hurts a lot less.”

When Estrella tried to growl again, I didn’t let it take root. I pinned her to the ground with a snarl until she wined surrender. I remained over her still growling, making sure she knew not to speak again.

“Go home, Estrella. Go back to that whelp. Go back to a pack that still cares for you.”

After I stepped off, Estrella remained on her side, pleading with her eyes. “Luna. Don’t be like this. Don’t push me away.”

For a second, I considered it. I thought about giving her another chance. I couldn’t make it feel right. I’d made my choice. “You made a promise. I now ask that you honor it. Get moving. Don’t let me catch you in my territory again.”

I walked away, not bothering to look back. I knew I’d find pain there, not just hers either. I went all the way inside my den, refusing to see anything. I laid inside, staring at the empty entrance, and the anger melted away.

I’d done it again. I had driven away another wolf. I didn’t need to see her to know Estrella was crying. Perhaps she felt as alone as I did. Part of me didn’t care. The rest wished I didn’t feel at all.

But I did. I could feel the void of where she’d been. The joy of where the hunt had been, now replaced by the usual pain. I was alone again, as I knew I’d always be. As the pain churned in my chest, my head lifted in a long, low howl, as if I might somehow expend it through my voice. The deep tone echoed among the rocks, ringing in my ears, and piercing into my heart. The expression helped, but it also reminded me of that which drove it.

(artwork by https://chickenbusiness.deviantart.com/)

For more information about Forest, visit forestwells.com or connect with him on Twitter and Facebook.

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