I mentioned my next series Forged In Blood a little while back. It follows the wolf shifter Niko. If you have no idea what on Earth I’m talking about, maybe the rough draft opening will help jog your memory.
The world had changed. It felt as though it had happened over night, and I suppose, for some people it had. Yet if you looked closely you could track the ripples, see the small shifts as they gradually grew, before we found ourselves here.
A decade ago the supernatural were hidden. There were groups of people devoted to making sure they remained that way. I’m sure they worked very hard, but in the end, it was inevitable. Chaos will find a way. In this particular case, it came in the form of a witch, two really. A mother and daughter. They set out to change the world, and they succeeded.
Now we witness the blood-soaked birth of a new reality. I was one of the first, and I don’t know if that makes me blessed or cursed. It had happened one night, nine years ago. Some people have big parties and make out with the pretty girl for their sixteenth birthday. I was dragged into a blood ritual that tore my very essence asunder only to replace it with something else. Something… wilder. I remember it as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. I came to in a pool of blood, someone else’s blood. The bodies of what had once been my family were scattered around the room. Limbs were missing. Bones were shattered. Organs were, you get the point. It was a bloodbath, I was the only one alive.
To this day I don’t know if I did that. I did what any sixteen-year old would do in that situation. I ran. And I never looked back.
Weeellll I have the cover for this glorious book! I’m pretty sure it’s my favourite cover to date. Niko’s perfect, and colours, and it’s just so damn perfect!
And the thumbnail:
Now I’m off to go and write Niko’s story. Be good!