Matt’s mom taught him to fear the town of Springwater. It may have been where Matt was born, but it was a violent, dangerous place. It had already taken Matt’s father, and if any of its residents learned Matt had been born there, they would want to kill him.

 One Friday night, Matt meets a tall, attractive stranger at a bar. Things seem to be going well until he learns that this mysterious stranger is from Springwater. This would ordinarily be enough to keep him away from him. However, soon afterward, a gruesome murder will embroil them in a life-or-death mystery which will force Matt to question everything he thought he knew about who he can trust and who he even is.

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“I lean forward, burying myself more in him. In the smell of Mate. Not just of a person, of sweat and skin and breath and blood, but of destiny. Of a moon that calls to me and tells me I am his and he is mine.”

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The Springstorm Alpha is written by Davis Collins, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Springstorm Alpha

Crowin sits in an ornate chair behind a reddish-brown desk. He wears a dark suit with a deep red tie. His Usurper’s Amulet hangs around his neck: a dark metal chain at whose bottom rests a hollow glass chamber filled with reddish mud.


Behind him, there’s a large bookshelf with more statues than books. The biggest one depicts a large silvery wolf holding a severed human arm. The gore at the base of the arm has been sculpted with such care that if I could not smell the metal and pigments it’s made from, I would be tempted to think it’s real.


Crowin grins at me as I enter, the width of his smile serving to bare his teeth. He is no true Alpha, but you couldn’t tell from the scent of pure dominion he radiates, mixed with a faint smell of human blood whose origin I hope I never have to learn.


Chapter 36: The Audience