Words from Day 19 of Writing - Lunar Wolves: The Unwanted

While I enjoyed working across two projects and my head said I would finish both on time, I couldn't shake that feeling of uneasiness you get when shaving too close to a deadline...so I decided this would be my last day of working two projects while I had a contract, so it was the last day I worked on Lunar Wolves for almost a fortnight.

Starting Words: 70,413

Finishing Words: 74,204

Words Written: 3,786

Other Words: 4,939

Other Project/Project Aspects Advanced: 2

Excerpt: In which Oliver and Lewis discover pretending to be pets might not be the worst of Rohim's ideas for disguises:

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“What exactly did you have in mind for us leaving?” he asked, and Lewis knew he was asking what Rohim had thought of to get them planetside without drawing any attention, particularly in light of what he’d told the girls.

“Well…” the man began, and Oliver sighed.

“I’m not going to like this, am I?”

Rohim turned and moved back to the counter, rustling to the depths of the bag and pulling out two bottles of dye. He held them up.

“I don’t know… Do you like blue?”

Oliver gritted his teeth, stifling a growl. He glanced at Lewis, and then back at Rohim.

“Which of those is going to hide the black best?”

“Uh…” Rohim reached back into the bag and pulled out a second bottle. “The purple with a bit of gold or silver washed through?”

“It’s not going to change the fact we’re both wolves…” Oliver began, stopping at the look on Rohim’s face. He brought his hand up, passing it over his eyes and asking, “We’re not going as wolves…are we?”

“Nirramak has a vibrant adult entertainment industry,” Rohim explained, “and it turns a blind eye to slavery, provided the slaves don’t actually ask for their freedom where anyone can hear it.”

He lowered his voice. “It drives Odyssey crazy, but there are some folk who find a certain sense of security in being owned by someone else.”

“Provided they get the right “owner”,” Oliver commented, using his fingers to make quotation marks in the air.

“This is true,” Rohim replied, “and since I’m known to frequent certain parts of the city, me being asked to escort a couple of exotic dancers—”

“What?” Oliver’s roar froze Rohim to the spot.

Oliver lowered his voice to a soft whisper. “Say that again.”

“Exotic dancers?” Rohim repeated in a faint voice.

“That…” Oliver confirmed. “Are you out of your tiny little mind?”

Rohim shook his head. “No, and I’m not doing your make-up myself. I have help for that, but….” and he hurriedly turned around to pull two small boxes from the bag, “…I don’t want them to recognize you.”

He handed the contacts over to Oliver, and returned to the bag.

Lewis nudged his alpha. “I say we check his shopping, next time he goes out.”

Oliver nodded. “And we put a leash on him.”

“And his imagination…”

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Thanks must go to my cover artists, from left to right: Mihaela Voicu, Jake at JCaleb Design, and Moonchild Ljilja at Fantasy Book Design.