Words from Days 26-28 - Lunar Wolves: The Unwilling

Even though I have 50ked out of NaNoWriMo, the novel has about 30k to go. Here's the progress from the last few days. It's slow, but I finished a major - 100k+ - project on the morning of the 26th, and this is my way of relaxing before kicking back into it again...that and there was a ton of administration to do:

Day 26

Starting Words: 50,121

Finishing Words: 50,535

Words Written: 414

Words on Other Projects: 3,203

Extract: In which Lewis learns more of Oliver's plight:

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“Oliver?” he asked, and tensed against the blow.

When it didn’t fall, he waited.

A flight harness was buckled around him, and his ears partly answered the question.

“We got him,” came from the door.

“Antivenin’s kicked in.”

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Day 27

Starting Words: 50,535

Finishing Words: 52,674

Words Written: 2,139

Extract: In which Lewis discovers his wolf is closer to the surface than he'd really like:

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There was no way he wanted to end this ride in a tank, or injured. He’d be no help to Oliver in either state. Instead, he let himself drift into sleep, waking when he smelt food…steak, to be exact. He lifted his head, and his escort laughed.

“Told you, he’d wake up.”

Lewis’s stomach growled and the merc laughed, again.

“Don’t’ worry, we know you need feeding. The Justiciars put a note in their catch instructions about a changeling’s metabolism, said it would be a bad idea to not feed you regularly.”

Oliver felt his skin shiver as the saliva built in his mouth. His skin tightened, prickling with the sensation of a thousand hairs trying to break through, a soft snarl rippled his lips.

“Easy, son. It’s coming. I’m going to lift your hood, and feed you. You take a finger instead of the steak, and I’ll put you under and eat the rest myself.”

Lewis suppressed another snarl at the idea of the man stealing his food.

“Not…” he gritted, grabbing hold of his wolf, “…helpful…”

 

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Day 28

Starting Words: 52,674

Finishing Words: 54,160

Words Written: 2,139

Extract: In which Lewis tries to work out what being a werewolf is all about...starting with his sense of smell:

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What was it Oliver had said? That their senses of smell were better than most humans? Lewis focused on that.

The first thing he noted was that the bag muted the scents. The second thing he noted was that there was another wolf on board…and something else…something…not-wolf. He snuffed the air, surprised when the other scent grew stronger.

Cat? He didn’t know. As a human, he’d never been able to smell the difference. For that matter, how did he know what a wolf smelt like. It wasn’t like he went around sniffing Oliver, after all. Thinking about that, he tried to recall Oliver’s scent.

It felt as weird as…but also made sense. If everyone had their own scent, and Oliver’s scent was wolf as well as human, then another wolf would smell similar but different. His nose twitched and the guard that had fed him laid a heavy arm across his shoulders, pulling him close so the heat of his breath curled through the bag.

“You give me away, son, and I’ll show you what real nightmares are made of.”

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Day 29 is not yet completed so you will see the numbers (and extract) for that, tomorrow. So far we are 3,537 words for the day.