The Gospel of Wolves by Author Name: Chris Wesley

Title: The Gospel of Wolves

Author Name: Chris Wesley

Author Bio: 

Chris Wesley is the award-winning author of the fiction book The Gospel of Wolves, the short fiction story Regret in Triptych and the poetry book Pack Animals. He uses his fine art photography as prompts for character sketches and settings in his fiction along with gallery shows. He has written for the music magazine Night Moves Magazine, acted in independent movies and plays; wrote, cast, directed, shot and edited an independent short movie, started bands and gone solo. He plays a few instruments and is generally considered a smart ass. He also has a thing for how we connect with each other and with ourselves. 

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Website: https://www.chriswesley.com

Blog: https://www.chriswesley.com/engage

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Grand Prize: A signed Photo Book “A Privileged Window” that gives insight into how I use my fine art photography with my fiction, a free ebook copy of “Regret in Triptych”, the award winning first book from the Wilderness Saga, the 6 Storycard Set “Hotel Arrianda” that extends the storyworld that “The Gospel of Wolves” takes place in.

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(Ebook or signed copies are normal) Free ebooks of both my fiction books, The Gospel of Wolves and Regret in Triptych + signed Storycard Sets for “Hotel Arrianda”.

Book Genre: Contemporary Fiction

Publisher: Aristic Agenda Press

Release Date: November 1, 2014

Buy Link(s): www.chriswesley.com/shop

Book Description:

Everyone is a wolf. 

But putting the pack first can have different ramifications if you don’t really belong with the pack you’re hunting with in the first place. 

In The Gospel of Wolves, you delve deep into the heads and hearts of four people who will take risks as they search for where they belong that will force them to make serious choices about the person they are willing to become as they cross paths with some of the cruelest sociopaths the world has to offer to ultimately find out if they are part of the pack or one of the prey.

Excerpt One (300-500 or so Words):

"Mommy. I don't think daddy's gonna make it."

It wasn't just what little Melanie said, it was how she said it that caused Lindsey to duck down to eye level with her daughter before reassuring her. "Don't be silly, dear. Your father will be here any moment to get us and we'll be on our way home."

Melanie didn't seem convinced. She appeared as if she was listening to someone who was telling her something she didn't want to hear. Whomever that someone was, it wasn't her mother. She stayed down at eye level with Melanie a little while longer, brushed some of Melanie's bangs back under the hood of her coat, then stood upright and looked around the airport receiving area for her husband's car. They had been waiting for half and hour, but the airport was busy, and with the rain, there were surely traffic. She resisted the urge to pull out her cell phone and call him. After what Melanie said, Lindsey was afraid of doing anything that might encourage her to think that something really was wrong.

It seemed like half of the people driving had bought the exact same make, model, color and year of the car her husband owned. With the sky's reflection bouncing off of the windshields, the identities of the drivers remained concealed until they drove past her and Melanie. She held her frustration and impatience behind a veneer of calm that was becoming harder and harder to maintain each time she mistakenly thought she had spotted him.

If he doesn't come in the next five minutes, I'm calling him, Lindsey thought to herself. Knowing that this might upset Melanie further, Lindsey looked down to see how Melanie was fairing to gauge if she needed to provide any additional consoling before the call, but Melanie wasn't there. Lindsey glanced all around her immediate area, but her daughter was gone.

"Melanie!"

Looking to the parents of a family that had been standing next to them, she asked, "Did you see which way my daughter went? She's wearing a pink overcoat with the hood up and black stockings?"

Both of the parents gave a quick glance around, then offered sympathetic shrugs.

Lindsey forgot about her luggage and began pushing through the crowd of people yelling her daughter's name. The amount of people seemed to increase with Lindsey's anxiety and somehow, they seemed to always manage to be where she was trying to get to and move into the cracks and seams right as Lindsey attempted to peer through to catch a glimpse of where her daughter might be. Irritated by the mass of bodies, she tried stooping down to knee level thinking that looking between legs rather than around torsos might provide more gaps to peer through, but it was a moving forest of limbs that again seemed to move directly into her line of sight as quickly as she could look in a direction. 

Excerpt Two (500-800 or so Words):

He allowed her to wrap her arms around him and squeeze, before pushing her back to arm's length. "It's been what? Eight years? What are you doing now? Are you still painting?" he asked. He injected as much interest as he could into his voice to make up for his lousy greeting.

"I'm a senior account manager with Razor[Gun]. We're an advertising and branding agency. Not much time for painting anymore, but every now and then I'll wet a canvas. More importantly, why are you out here rather than in there?" She pointed at the gallery's open doors.

Some of the pain and embarrassment Lucien was suffering showed on his face. "Senior Account Manager, huh? So you've risen to the high ranks." 

A trace of something flashed across her face, but disappeared before Lucien could interpret what it meant, then Lindsey replied while doing a little dance, "Your girl's got skills, and so do you, so...again, why are we out here," (Lindsey's dance ended with both hands pointing at the gallery door) "and not in there?"

Lucien looked around and mentally measured the distance to the nearest group of conversationalists. He leaned in so only she could hear, "I've only sold one of my paintings."

She gave him a look that wasn't entirely sympathetic. "Toughen up," she advised and planted a playful fist into his chest. "You have your own solo exhibit. Excuse my insistence that you not wear a skirt and sensible shoes in my presence. Now, enjoy your success and let's see what you've got cookin' in here." 

As she moved towards the gallery entrance, he stayed where he was. "I'll be in. Go ahead and browse. Maksym and Oksana are in there. They'll both be glad to see you." 

He watched her enter the gallery and was pleased that she made her way over to a painting and not to where the food was. Needing to know if she was just trying to be polite, he waited until she approached a second and then a third painting of his before accepting that she was there in genuine support of his work. It was in that moment that Lucien knew that their relationship was real and not just imagined in his head.

He turned away from the gallery and looked up and down the street. There were still a couple clusters of people on the sidewalk outside the gallery, but the Indian girl and her friends had disappeared. He was relieved. It was bad enough not selling many paintings, but it would've been worse if he had been beaten up in front of his own opening as well. Lindsey had inadvertently saved him. 

He turned to see what painting she was looking at but she wasn't in the front room anymore. She had gone deeper into the exhibit space. There were three rooms total, showing off the last six months of his work, he wished that he had learned how to enjoy these moments better. 

Looking through the floor to ceiling windows separating the gallery from the sidewalk, he counted two people looking at his art. The other 14 he counted in the room were clustered in groups and conversation. He felt he might as well have not created anything at all.

He heard knocking on the window and turned to see a guy in his early 20's wearing a striped collared shirt, vest and jeans with a pageboy hat waving a 'come here' to someone in the gallery. There was another guy standing next to him looking out at the passing traffic. A few seconds later, a couple of pretty girls of the same age came out of the gallery. One of the girls (a red head) asked Pageboy if he got in touch with Peter yet as she crossed the gallery's threshold.

"Yeah," Pageboy answered. "He texted me his address. It's like five minutes from here, so come on." Pageboy started to walk down the street, confident that they'd follow. 

The red head ran awkwardly in her heels to catch up to Pageboy and put her arm around his waist. He leaned down and kissed her. The other guy reminded Pageboy that the car was in the other direction, but Pageboy complained that he wasn't moving after already paying for parking. Realizing that Pageboy wasn't going to wait up for them, the guy and his girl hurried from behind to catch up. When they caught up, the guy put his hand in the girl's back pocket.

Lucien waited until they were two storefronts away before falling in behind them.

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