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I've been going through a shapeshifter story, a wip, that I'm basically writing each week. I've gone ahead more than the few 8 sentences I've posted each week, but I on't want to get to far ahead. I've been struggling with the female lead's dilemma. I believe I've worked it out. Please give me some feedback to see if this works.
Struggling against bone tiredness and the overwhelming pull to stop the car and let his calming power envelop her, Cheyenne forced herself to drive on through the dark night. Just a little longer, no more than a half hour and you’ll be home, she assured herself.
Shadows shifted in the mist, hugging the water’s edge to her right. She dare not let her gaze linger for fear that she'd see more than a few passing glowing eyes. Fixing her stare straight ahead, soon her gaze was drawn to the haze, barely penetrating the fog, up in the distance.
“Dammit.” As the car sped on she knew the faint light would grow and finally brighten like a beacon in an inky sky. The dim photocell streetlight signaling she'd come upon the CC Pub.
Suddenly all the pent up energy depleted from her body as his deep, soothing voice echoed through her head, Welcome to my territory, love.