Spirit Storm by E. J. Stevens

Author:E. J. Stevens [Stevens, E. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Young Adult, paranormal romance werewolf, Fiction, Romance, Supernatural, paranormal investigations, ghost haunting, ej stevens, paranormal suspense, paranormal books, Thriller, Mystery, paranormal paranormal romance young adult, Paranormal Abilities, Ghosts, Urban Fantasy, paranormal series, paranormal fiction, Paranormal romance, Paranormal, General, Fantasy, paranormal adventure, paranormal mystery, female sleuth, supernatural mystery, Maine
ISBN: 9780984247530
Google: YJzxtgAACAAJ
Amazon: B004G5ZUB4
Barnesnoble: B004G5ZUB4
Goodreads: 9403048
Publisher: Sacred Oaks Press
Published: 2010-12-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Emma and Simon sat against the far wall, each with a drum and stick. Cal had acquired the drums last year at Shaman Camp. They were hoop drums he had made by hand, stretching wet rawhide across the wooden hoop making a taught skin on one side for drumming and leaving the exposed strands on the back for holding the drum. The rawhide strands could also be pulled and released to alter the tone of the drum when hit by the stick. The drumming sticks were covered on one end with some kind of padding and more rawhide.

As Emma and Simon began to pound a slow beat on their drums, I stepped into the center of the room. I clapped my hands and stomped my feet to the beat of the drums and began to walk in a circle. Step, stomp-clap, step, stomp-clap. As the drumming became faster I increased my pace and began swaying as I circled the room. I visualized Cal’s wolf loping towards me. I tried to concentrate and focus on that image, but it was harder than ever before. Sweat beaded on my forehead and I struggled to suck enough air into my lungs. I continued dancing, stomping and writhing with impromptu dance movements, always maintaining my circle.

I reached my arms out, grasping for Cal’s wolf spirit, but my hands moved only through air. Come to us. Calvin needs you. His wolf should have been running to us by now, but I hadn’t felt even the tiniest spark of its presence. Over the sound of drumming I heard the unmistakable sound of a wolf howling. For a moment I thought it was Cal’s wolf, but realized it was only Simon adding his own beckoning call. I imagined running my hands over Cal’s wolf and sinking my hands into its fur. Dancing crazily I pictured myself embracing his wolf and nuzzling his neck where I could catch his scent.

Feeling an electric charge in the air I realized that I could smell Cal’s wolf. The smell was faint, but it meant that our call had reached him. My dancing, and Emma and Simon’s drumming, became faster and faster and I could feel Cal’s wolf spirit moving toward us. It moved with painful slowness, but eventually I could feel the weight of its stare. Please, help Cal. He needs you. Without you he may die. Please stay here with him.

I remember one more turn around the circle then slipping to the floor as everything faded to black…

*****

Dirt skittered by my head and I blinked dust from my eyes. Where was I? My question was answered as a large insectoid head came into view. Pushing myself into a sitting position I could see that the head was connected to an enormous black shelled body.

Clubbed antennae began waving in the air as she scented the air around me. I had researched a bit about dung beetles, aka scarabs, in recent months and had learned they had an amazing sense of smell.

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