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Meet Abigail Stanton and how she feels about being a shifter

Please welcome Courtney Rene author of Before the Dawn.

Courtney wil give away a digital copy of A Howl In the Night.


Title: Before the Dawn

A Howl in the Night Book 3

Author: Courtney Rene

ISBN: 978-1-62420-325-1

Genre: Young Adult Paranormal

Excerpt Heat Level: 1

Book Heat Level: 2

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1 How do you really feel about your shifting abilities?
Most days, I love it. I mean, LOVE it. How can you not? I’m stronger as a wolf. My senses are more everything. I am freer and can be wild. Yes, there are times I wish I was not a shifter just because of all the changes it tossed into my life, but the shifting itself. It’s awesome.

2 Do you resent the feelings your mother has for your father?
Yes. I can’t even pretend that I don’t. You goes through 16 years of your life having your mother and you are the center of her life, to instantaneously being thrust out and off to the side. It hurts and it makes me angry. I know, I know, she’s human and can’t help it, blah, blah, blah. Doesn’t make me feel any better knowing that regardless of the circumstances, my mother will automatically choose my father over me. Every single time.

3 You think Aunt Lily is absolutely wonderful. But does Lily have a dark side?
We all have a dark side. Some people have big ones, and some have small. There has been gossip from some of the human’s that are in the clan that Aunt Lilly isn’t all sweetness and light, but she’s never shown it to me. Until she does, I will take her for what she appears to be, which is wonderful.

4 As teenagers we all know rules are made to be broken. Why do you to break more than most. Why is that?
If I’m honest, sometimes I break the rules just to get the attention of my father and mother. Sometimes I break them because they are stupid rules and I don’t agree with them. Heck half the rules are in place just because I’m a girl. What the hell is that? I’m not following a rule that only I have to follow. It’s not fair.

5 Why are you so afraid of being captured?
There are loads of reasons to be afraid of being captured. I don’t relish pain, and that is what my prior kidnapping consisted of. Physical, emotional, and mental pain. I also am afraid that I would not be strong enough to protect the clans. I would give away their secrets under duress and hurt my family and friends. I want to pretend that I am really strong and brave, but I’m really not.

6 How do you really feel about your grandfather?
Sometimes he gets under my skin. Sometimes I can make him laugh and we enjoy our time together. Sometimes he’s a bossy jerk just like all the other males in the clan and I hate him. Then still others, I feel sorry for him. He seems so alone. Even with me living in the house with him, his work at the company that he built, all the people that work for him and around him, he seems alone. Maybe that is what it’s like for all wolves that lose their mates. I don’t know. I just know that I want him to be happy or at least happier. I don’t know if I love him as a grandfather yet, but I do like him an awful lot.

7 Tell the readers something about the Hunterz.
They are jealous greedy jerks! I suppose you can say that about the wolves, but the wolves haven’t tried to kill me yet, so yeah. Now that we have a hunter/shifter hybrid though…I wonder what he will bring between the Hunterz and the Clans. War? Balance? Struggle? We will find out one way or another.

8 Derek, do you think you will ever fall in love with him? He’s so demanding.
Derek is already under my skin. Sometimes I really think we have a chance and then he goes all alpha wolf on me and I want to tear his face off! Maybe all love stories are like that and I just don’t know it. I hope not. It’s emotionally draining. My father would love it. I wonder sometimes if that is part of what holds me back with Derek, the fact that my father wants it so badly. I don’t want him to win, but then I don’t want to spite myself either. I don’t know if we will make it or not, but I’m open to try.

9 What are your best and worst qualities?
My best quality I think is that I want to love and give and help the clans. I want us to thrive. I’m giving and forgiving, but may be the forgiving is bad thing. I can’t decide. My worst quality? I guess it would be that I am stubborn. Horribly stubborn. Do I want to change that? No. I think being one of the only females of my generation, I have to be stubborn otherwise I’d be swallowed up by the clan.


Darkness continues to haunt Abby since her escape from the Hunterz. Questions continue to circle. Who are they, really? Why do they hate the wolves so much?


Seventeen year old Abby can’t shake the darkness that continues to haunt her since her escape from the Hunterz. She can’t let it go. Questions continue to circle. Questions no one will answer. Who are they, really? Why do they hate the wolves so much? The answers could be found in a young boy named, Sam. He may be from the Hunterz, but he smells of wolf. Derek wants to believe her, and tries to help, but Abby still hasn’t learned how to accept help from others. Her relationships with her mother and father continue to deteriorate, but Derek is a puzzle. Some days he’s exactly what she wants and others he is all that she despises. Being a shifter isn’t as simple as she thought it would be. The wolf part is easy. It’s the human side that needs a little work.

Before the Dawn


I huddled in the darkness, barely aware of the passing hours and days. The wolf ate when she was hungry. She found mice and rodents to catch and devour. I was barely aware of the chase or the joy she found in the hunt. The wolf drank from streams and creeks along her journey. She slept when she was tired and traveled the rest of it.

I was aware the forest was starting to look familiar, but I didn’t care enough to wonder why or where I was. When the big white sprawling house came before us, I realized the wolf had brought us to the only other place she knew to go: Aunt Lilly’s.

I didn’t leave the safety within the wolf when we arrived at the house. I was aware when we stepped onto the porch and dropped to the cool white washed boards where the wolf curled up and slept, but I stayed safe, hidden deep. The wolf and the instincts that drove her protected us. I was happy to let her lead. I was happy to be carried wherever she decided to go. I slept as the wolf did throughout the rest of the night.

When the wolf woke, I woke with her. We were still curled on the porch, but we were within a pile of dogs that had come to keep us safe and warm and offer company. The wolf was happy for the companions, as I was not able to be one. I was silent and empty and had nothing to give right then. I had nothing left to offer her.

I saw my Aunt come out on the porch, and I saw the moment she recognized me for what I was. “Abby, honey. What are you doing here?”

I shrank back deeper within the wolf, and as the wolf had nothing to say to her in that form, Aunt Lilly was left at a loss. She crouched down before us and ran her hands over my head and down my back. “You look a little worse for wear. Do you want to come in and eat? Maybe get a shower and some clothes?”

I wasn’t coming out of the wolf form. I realized that had been my intention the whole time. I simply hadn’t been ready to face it. I was obviously not very good as a human, so I would try being a wolf for a bit. I used a little more energy and turned my head away from her and dropped it back down on my front paws.

“Abby? What’s wrong?”

I had no answer for her, so I didn’t move or acknowledge her question. I didn’t know what to tell her. I was still feeling sorry for myself, and I didn’t have a plan of how to fix it other than to ignore it. I was happy as a wolf. Why did I have to be a human anyway?

She stayed crouched down next to me for a long time. She tried to talk to me, but I didn’t answer. Finally, she gave up and stepped back. Her dog friends stayed with me, protecting me in their own way. She surveyed the pile of us then said, “Well, I guess I’ll check on you in a bit.”

I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. I spent the next few days hardly moving a muscle. What was the point? Aside from getting up to empty my bladder or get a drink of water, I stayed on the porch, quiet and still. Aunt Lilly stopped trying to talk to me, but she did continue to sit with me and offer what comfort she could by way of gentle caresses or tidbits of food she could tempt me with, or just simple water. The best part was when she sat in the white rocker and just rocked. Her being there was enough. Sometimes when she sat there, I would get up and sit next to her, just to be close to someone who gave a damn about me. Just me. Not what I could do for her, or what I could do for the clan. She just cared about me.

Why was I so unlovable by everyone else? Why didn’t my mother want me anymore? Why did my father only see me for what I offered the clan? Why didn’t Derek just want me? Why. Why. Why! What was so wrong with just being me?

It was times like those that even in wolf form I was able to cry. When the hurt of the world grew to immense I could not hold it in anymore. I cried the sounds of the wolf, even if it didn’t come with the tears of a human. Aunt Lilly wouldn’t press or talk, she was simply there with me as I tried to handle the sadness overwhelming me. She’d caress my head and continue to rock.

I don’t know how long things went on like that. Maybe a few days, maybe it was an entire week. I do know when it came to an abrupt end. Morning arrived with a definite chill in the air. I didn’t notice the cold all that much, thanks to my warm fur, but also because Aunt Lilly’s dogs took shifts with what I thought of as protecting me. There were always a handful of them, either lying next to me or with me, or whatever. I was never cold or alone. They knew I was hurting and they in their animal wisdom stayed with me as comfort. Animals are awesome. People…suck.


Courtney Rene lives in the State of Ohio with her husband and two children. She is a graduate and member of the Institute of Children’s Literature. Her writings include magazine articles, short fiction stories, several anthologies, as well as her young adult novels, A Howl in the Night and the Shadow Dancer series, published through Rogue Phoenix Press. For a complete listing, visit www.ctnyrene.blogspot com or feel free to contact her at


3 comments on “Meet Abigail Stanton and how she feels about being a shifter

  1. achristay
    June 2, 2017

    Welcome to my blog. I hope you have a great tour.

  2. carrieboo33
    June 2, 2017

    Love the interview. That’s some great answers.

  3. Courtney Rene
    June 2, 2017

    Thank you for hosting me today!

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