They Had Eyes of Silver by S. E. Davis / #Extract #BlogTour @rararesources @SarahDavisAuth1


A secret lineage. A family cursed. A forbidden love that can’t be denied.

Veterinarian Reina Kirke is exhausted. So, when her best friend suggests a European vacation, she doesn’t hesitate. A much-needed break and a chance to investigate her mysterious family tree sound perfect. Too bad she’s in no way prepared for what she finds. The fairytale town in Belgium hides family secrets grounded in the supernatural. Legends of werewolves and witches surround her, and a taboo love affair threatens to pull her into a danger she might not be able to handle.

What seems like a chance encounter with Blaise Woodward, a brooding hunk with his own secrets, sets up a sequence of events that could unravel both of their families as they realize their deep connection to each other is generations old. But only one thing is certain.

Their lives will never be the same…




Night belongs to nocturnal creatures. And sneaks.

Later that night, a large brawny wolf, black as midnight with eyes glinting with starlight, prowled within the shadows of the sleepy town. Darkness kissed the beast’s thick coat. His ears picked up soft laughter and conversations that drifted around him in the cool night from the nearby pub.

Her laughter.


The wolf, Blaise, licked his lips, tasting the faint, achingly familiar scent of her on the night breeze.

A heavy weight crashed into him, and he rolled across the alley. Blaise found his feet and lunged at the shadowed figure that sat on his haunches, mere steps away, pink tongue lolling. The other wolf’s eyes glinted silver in the sliver of light slicing down from the streetlight.

Alek, Blaise thought and snapped viciously at his cousin. He missed connecting with flesh on the other wolf on purpose.

In a fluid motion, fur and hide morphed into smooth skin, wolf into man. Alek shifted from the buttery tan wolf and into his human form, crouching naked against the brick building.

Following Alek’s lead, Blaise shifted quickly into his human shape and moved back into darkness’s cover, hunched over his knees, one hand reaching the ground. They could speak freely now. Their wolf forms possessed a limited form of mental communication. Intricate discussions were impossible without verbal speech, and so shifting into human form was necessary. 

“Holt has fallen under the witch’s spell,” Alek said, his words jovial. He had never taken anything too serious.

Blaise growled, “She isn’t a witch, Alek.” 

“I know. I know. No such thing as witches, ya right?” The blond man huffed, probably because a werewolf said witches didn’t exist. “The compulsion is stronger here than home. He did the whole “Oh-who-are-you-I-have-never-seen-you-before-keep-the-hell-away-from- my-family” bull. Then, for good measure, added a hefty dose of madness so I can’t even approach her first. We are back to when we were in high school. It’s been hell waiting for her to come get me for everything. I can’t even text her unless I am responding to her. Have any ideas?” 

Blaise looked away and ran two fingers along the worn cobblestones. He shook his head. “Not yet.” 

“We have time.” Alek shrugged and rubbed his shoulder, his bright blue eyes trained on Blaise. “It’s weird shifting again. My muscles are all wonky.”

Blaise sniffed and jutted out his chin. “Pleurnichard.” Crybaby.

“Good to see you, too, cuz. Care for a run, or would you prefer to skulk about like a stalker?”

Blaise’s white teeth shone brilliantly in the dark when he said, “Try to keep up, Puppy.” He knew the nickname would infuriate Alek. A girl in Alek’s veterinary class liked to call him Reina’s puppy. It irritated Alek to no end, but he made the mistake of sharing the story with Blaise. It seemed like an apt nickname for the man who, as far as Blaise knew, had only looked at Reina as a best friend or a sister.

After a moment to allow the word to do its work, Blaise sprang to the side, his human features melting and reshaping into his large, coal-black wulfin form.

Thank you


About the Author

S E Davis is a veterinarian and advocate for werewolf health. She lives on the North Dakota prairie with her family and a Weimaraner who understands shifting into human form is not necessary for being part of the pack.


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