Werewolf Caste: Werewolves in the Renaissance 3 is now available in multiple countries as a paperback. Putting together the paperback requires different formatting than making the ebook version, which is why there was a delay between the release of the novel for the ebook market and the preparation of the paperback. It just takes me longer to get everything right so that Amazon can print proper paperbacks.
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About Werewolf Castle by Tracy Falbe
Thal has found refuge from werewolf hunters and assassins at the castle of his father, Sarputeen. Although the mountain fortress on the eastern fringe of the Holy Roman Empire shields him for the moment, he knows the peace can’t last.
His father counsels war against his old rival who sent servants to murder Thal. But first, Thal must increase his power and that means making a pack. To obtain men to make werewolves, Sarputeen calls in an old debt from the local duke.
The thought of giving others the werewolf magic troubles Thal. He knows that they will be forever bound to him as obedient killers. They will never have normal lives again. Despite his qualms, he is troubled most by the supernatural fext who can heal from all wounds. This foul assassin serves the sorcerer Tekax, and Thal cannot dare to battle them without more werewolves at his side.
Excerpt from the werewolf novel:
Thal stood in the open window with his fur across his chest. The late fall snows had given way to clear weather. Rosy sunlight highlighted the mountains, and the snow melted back from the trees. In his palm, he admired the light glittering on a moonstone ring. The smooth gem beckoned his attention. He wondered who had crafted the ring, but he thought most about the man whose dead finger he had taken it from. He had counted Rotfeng as an enemy but had desired for their relationship to be otherwise. Thal had tried to impose his will upon the dangerous werewolf but had been denied the chance to know if his influence would have converted the werewolf to an ally.
The sun sank behind a peak, and the colors in the moonstone faded.
Altea came alongside him. “Are you intending to wear that?” she asked.
“No,” he said quickly and closed his hand over the ring. “I was thinking about what is to be done tonight.”
“It’s not too late if you wish to change your mind,” she said.
Thal put an arm around her shoulders. “That is your desire is it not?”
Altea knew better than to attempt to lie to him when her turmoil was so close to the surface. “I’m afraid of what is to come,” she admitted.
“I share in this fear,” he said. “But a pack will strengthen our position. In the battles to come, I must have allies. My decision is made.”
His final statement struck Altea hard.
To reassure her, he said, “You make me wish I were only a man.” He kissed her. The soft press of his lips and the firm power of his body dissolved her concerns for a moment, but she did not believe him. His animal self mattered to him. He would never be a domesticated man. His heart would always be wild.
“You wish no such thing,” she scolded.
“You matter most to me,” he said.
Although kindly spoken, the words sounded like he was reminding himself instead of declaring his devotion with certainty.
But certainty gripped her heart with sudden force. Thal had said his decision was made, and now she made one for herself.
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