The sequel to Vulcan’s Kittens is The God’s Wolfling.
When The God’s Wolfling opens Linnea Vulkane has grown up since the summer of Vulcan’s Kittens. Sanctuary, the refuge of immortals on an Hawaiian island, is boring. When the opportunity for an adventure arises, she jumps right into it, only realizing too late the water may be over her head. Literally, as she is embroiled in the affairs of the sea god Manannan Mac’Lir.
Merrick Swift has a secret he’s ashamed of. Then when he meets Linnea and her best friend, he doesn’t like her. She’s bossy, stuck up… and oddly accepting of his wolf heritage. Like her or not, he must do his duty and keep her alive. The children of the myths are being plunged into the whirlpool of immortal politics, intrigue, goblin wars, and they might be the only ones who can save a world.
“Linn can’t believe what is happening to her summer. First, she winds up babysitting a litter of newborn kittens with a very special heritage. Then her own family’s past catches up with them, and Linn is on the run… and all alone with the kittens. Snippet from inside the story: Linn could see a grimace pass over the man’s face. In the firelight his skin was unusually red, as was his hair. She wondered why Grampa hadn’t lit a lamp. “I cannot and will not leave here.” The woman on the couch declared, sitting up suddenly. Linn startled as she realized that the woman was a cat… This was her grandfather’s barn cat, talking and sitting on the couch. The big man stepped toward her, casting his face into shadow. Linn could still hear the sneer in his voice. “Bastet’s Daughter, you are the least of our concerns. Vulcan may take on strays and broken… beings, but we do not.” “I would not go with you, even without my obligations here.” Grampa interjected. “Oh, the child.” The man’s dismissive tone made Linn’s blood boil. “Not just a child. Blood of my blood.” “Which I’m sure she knows nothing about. To her, you are just a broken down old smith.” “Her mother has told her what we are, I am certain.” “She could not even see me if she were able to wake from the spell I cast over her.” Linn blinked in surprise. Not only was she wide awake, riveted to the conversation below, but she could see the red man, the cat woman, and the bulk of something else (she was no longer sure it was a man) near the door in the shadows. And as for ‘what she was’… she was a human being. Wasn’t she?”
Want to read more? I have excerpts on the blog.
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