GLYPH: The perspective that didn’t make it.

In Glyph, Shawnee runs into a werewolf Changer named Brutus in the woods behind her apartment building. Brutus is a member of Esteban’s pack, the local Alpha in that part of Wyoming. On her race back to safety, Shawnee’s shirt tears on the sleeve. Xany runs into Shawnee after the encounter and during their conversation, she sees the glyph on Shawnee’s upper arm. The excerpt below occurred  after Xany ran off to talk to Brutus then finally called Mal. In the original manuscript, I wrote Glyph in 3rd person close which allotted for chapters in other points of view. Even after I changed it to 1st person, some chapters remained. During initial edits, we cut them out.

Glyph Lost Chapter

[Warning: Barely edited book parts below. There's a reason why certain things don't make it!]

“What do you mean you found one?”

“Mal, I mean just that. A Breeder who doesn’t know she’s a Breeder.” Xany giggled.

“Lost Ones are not easy to come by in that area. Are you sure?  Did you see her glyph?” The man called Mal queried in a firm tone.

“Of course!  It’s right on her arm, tinier than most but it’s there. And Mal!  She’s Cherokee. Not pure in heritage but she could pass for it,” Xany’s excitement emanated through the phone. “She’s scared though, like a rabbit, but Mal, there’s more to her I think…” Xany trailed off.

“Xandrea Wade, I am not about to go on a wild goose chase and destroy this woman’s life if you’re not one-hundred-percent sure,” Mal reprimanded. Xany huffed.

“Then I’m one-hundred-percent sure. And besides, Caden will be able to tell as soon as he meets her. What would it hurt for my big brother to visit his little ole’ sister and bring his sexy friend for the ride?” Xany asked in a sweet sing-song voice that could charm the icing off a cake.

“Fine.” Mal sighed.

“I win!” Xany giggled, getting the last word just before Mal hung up.