Shelly Watters is holding a fantastic contest, and below is my entry ready for critique. I’ll repay all favors.
Check out my blog ‘Critique Contest’ for contest details.
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Multicultural
Word Count: 75K
First 250 words (or a bit less in my case):
Trouble had a bad habit of following me. A sharp ache in my gut burned and gurgled, but it couldn’t be my inner wolf. It wasn’t a full moon yet, so it could only mean one thing.
I drove my Jeep along the bumpy forest path and swerved in behind a black four wheel drive. There it was, the timber framed house where I had grown up. I climbed out, and an icy current gushed past, thrashing the trees about. I was rubbing the goose bumps from my arms when a male’s voice reached me. “It’s official then – you’ve killed us.”
Here we go again. Did I want to get involved in whatever arguments consumed the pack? Some days felt like war, and no matter where I hid, the bullets always found me. And here I had the good intention to pop in during my lunch break and show my face. Good intentions were so overrated.
Another voice yelled, and I recognized Radu’s sharp tone. “Why?” He was like my brother, and his high-pitched tone worried me.
It was Friday, and the sun slid in and out of gray cloud pockets. I puffed a long breath and decided to get involved, as it would affect me one way or another much to my stomach’s protest.