Mid Week Tease ~ “I hate this man you’ve become.” #MWTease

Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

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This week’s tease comes from Fighting For Honor, a shifter story, which is my first! I had so much fun writing it. Dominic left his pride when his father died, and has now returned to make things write — with the pride and the woman he left behind.

Releases Aug 26 with Evernight Publishing.

© Kacey Hammell, 2015
Honor stood swiftly. Her left paw dug in the grass as her blue eyes turned icy. I loved your father as much as you did, Dominic. How dare you be so cruel? You’re not the same man who left here. I hate this man you’ve become.
Turning, she leapt on to the ledge above their heads and gazed back at him. If he were a compassionate man he’d trot after her. But he had a job to do and had no time to console her. He believed she had no clue what Kenneth was up to, and he needed to keep her as far away from him and Kenneth. She was his weakness, he knew it, but she wouldn’t deter him from his mission.
In a flurry of movement, Honor sped through the grassy knolls until she disappeared from sight. He heard her ragged breaths and muttered expletives as she rushed through the trees and hills, probably hating him.
Rising, he rushed through the woods, pushing away the guilt and anger pulsing through him. No one could understand what he was going through. He was on his own as far as having anyone to rely on. A great Alpha protected his people. Here was his chance to show everyone that he did deserve to follow in his father’s huge footsteps.
Coming to a halt at the edge of the winery, he lifted his head and spotted the clothes his contact had promised would be there. Shifting, his body realigned swiftly, his skin stretching and extracting him back into his human form.
He slid into the black sweats and t-shirt, pushed into a pair of running shoes, and pulled on the baseball cap. If anyone was keeping an eye out, he hoped that from a distance the clandestine clothing would keep them unaware of his presence.
Leaning against the tree, he waited patiently, brooding over Honor and the pain he’d left her in. She had loved his father as much as she’d loved her own, and he understood that. He was every kind of bastard for hurting her.