Character: Dr Darren Rivers, the lovely huggable werewolf from my novel The Amulet fo Vichalace.
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Artwork by: The lovely Shannon

Colours: By me

I LOVED COLOURING THIS!
I just had to straight away!!! *HEARTS to Darren and Ysa*

And just because I am feeling happy- an extract from my second novel describing a bit about the infamous Dr Rivers ENJOY!

From The Vampire's Daughter:

After checking all was secure, Celeste pocketed her keys and set of at a brisk pace down the quiet tree-lined street, passing a row houses all similar to her own. Upon reaching the junction at the end, she turned left and saw, on the other side of the road, a young man leaning on the outside of an old battered Land Rover. He was dressed warmly, his slender figure wrapped in a long grey overcoat that buttoned up to his chin. He lifted a hand as he saw her, a thin smile slowly appearing on his lips.

“I should have guessed I wouldn’t be getting a day off.”

The man swung the passenger side door open for Celeste, without uttering a word, closing it behind her as she scrambled in, complaining.

“Who in their right mind has one of these hulking great things for cruising around the middle of London? I mean, really!”

“You’d prefer to walk?”

“No, I was just saying.”

“Not having a good morning, are we?”

Celeste shook her head, looking across at the young man who was readjusting his smart, silver-rimmed glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. She had always thought he was good looking, in an academic kind of way, but that was the last thing she would ever have told Dr Rivers, mainly because Celeste would never hear the end of it. He was a quiet man in temperament, never one for raising his voice or arguing without reason, but then he never really needed to. His sharp wit and cutting comments could easily put down anyone who got on his wrong side, but then so could what he became on the nights of a full moon- all the fur and the sharp teeth tending to be just as effective, if not more so.

“I just wanted a day to myself. Is that too much to ask?”

“In our profession, yes.”

“You stole my last chocolate digestive.”

Rivers looked confused for a moment, then laughed, pulling out into the road. “So that’s why you’re all moody this morning?”

“No, I just...” She glared at him. “You should just damn well get your own!”

“I’ll buy you ten packets for Christmas then, as compensation. How does that sound?”

“I may forgive you, if you wrap them up.”

“Well now, that depends on what you’re planning on getting me. Please remember, I am one of your closest personal friends, and have saved your life more times than I care to recall.”

“I saw this great chew toy in Pet’s Palace.”

Rivers’s eyebrow raised at that.

“Did I just say ‘close personal friend?’”

“But I thought you liked the squeaky ones.”

They scowled at each other and then started laughing. After everything Rivers had done for her over the last few months, Celeste couldn’t really begrudge him the odd biscuit here and there. Luckily he always took her insults in good humour- mainly because he gave back as good as he got and had adopted the role of the young woman’s mentor of kinds, when it came to the subtle art of sarcasm.

Rivers grinned to himself. His pupil was learning well.