A Werewolf for the Witch

A Werewolf for the Witch

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By:  Cynthia Bells  Ongoing
Language: English
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Princess Avalea, a Venusian Witch and the heir to the throne of the magical kingdom of Altair, finds herself on the run after witnessing the assassination of her father, the King. Helpless and hurt, she is forced to seek refuge with Aldrich, a Werewolf, a Cursed One. While Venusian Witches are the highest, the purest amongst all magical beings in Altair, the Werewolves, also known as the Cursed Ones are the lowliest, the crassest, the crudest. They're savages who have gained entry into Altair by deceitful means. Or at least, that's what Princess Avalea has been led to believe. With assassins after her own life and a traitor to weed out, the only person Princess Avalea can trust, ironically, is Aldrich the Werewolf. As he nurses her back to health, her prejudices begin to dissolve, and a bond develops between the savagely handsome werewolf and the pure, ethereally beautiful witch princess. But Aldrich has secrets. Deep, dark secrets that can shatter Avalea's heart and leave it broken beyond repair.

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#1 The Assassination

AvaleaAnn got away. She is safe.Ann got away. She is safe.I chant this over and over again in my mind as my feet carry me away in a direction they’ve deemed safe. My silk bedroom slippers are no match for the rough forest floor. Sharp pebbles and thorns tear at my feet, just as the low-lying branches are making short work of my nightgown. I’m covered in scrapes and bruises, and my tired legs stumble on a gnarly root that I failed to notice in the darkness. Neither of the two moons have made an appearance tonight. The canopy overhead is so thick that only the barest hint of the brilliant starlight is able to make its way through the gaps. How long I have been running I do not know, but I can still smell the acrid stench of smoke as the fire destroys everything in its path. Or am I smelling the residual smoke clinging to my now ruined-beyond-repair nightgown? I’m not certain. One glance behind me will tell me if I have come far enough, but I cannot look back, nor can I stop my feet

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42 Chapters

#1 The Assassination

AvaleaAnn got away. She is safe.Ann got away. She is safe.I chant this over and over again in my mind as my feet carry me away in a direction they’ve deemed safe. My silk bedroom slippers are no match for the rough forest floor. Sharp pebbles and thorns tear at my feet, just as the low-lying branches are making short work of my nightgown. I’m covered in scrapes and bruises, and my tired legs stumble on a gnarly root that I failed to notice in the darkness. Neither of the two moons have made an appearance tonight. The canopy overhead is so thick that only the barest hint of the brilliant starlight is able to make its way through the gaps. How long I have been running I do not know, but I can still smell the acrid stench of smoke as the fire destroys everything in its path. Or am I smelling the residual smoke clinging to my now ruined-beyond-repair nightgown? I’m not certain. One glance behind me will tell me if I have come far enough, but I cannot look back, nor can I stop my feet
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#2 Shelter Thy Enemy

AldrichI gape at the apparition lying on the pallet of hay in my hut, unable, unwilling to believe my eyes. I move closer, making as little noise as I can in order to get a better look. My feet feel heavy, leaden, as I inch forward. If she indeed is who I think she is, it’ll mean a world of trouble for me and the pack. More trouble than we can handle at the moment. First rays of sunlight illuminate the inside of this hut, which is my secret safe place. I come here when it all gets too much, when I need an escape. Nobody is aware of its existence. Well, nobody was, I think with a grimace. I’m now standing only a couple of feet away from her. She’s lying on her side, her face turned away from me. It is her. There’s no mistaking her identity, not with the unique color of her hair. It is tied in a single, disheveled braid and falls down her back. The very end of it sinuously curves around her slender waist. It is silver, and even shines like the metal when polished to perfection. I s
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#3 Wounds: Seen and Unseen

AvaleaWhen the Werewolf leaves, I force myself to rein my tears in. Shame and unease wash over me. I should not have shown him just how much of a wreck I am right now. Werewolves are savages. And after what the Council and Father did just last month, they hate my kind more than ever. What’s to stop him from killing me once he knows how weak I am?I don’t know what caused me to shed tears. Perhaps it was a delayed reaction to the happenings of last night, perhaps it was realizing how well and truly alone I am now, or perhaps it was just relief, knowing this Werewolf isn’t one of those who invaded our palace last night and murdered my father. Ann and I might not have seen the faces of the assassins, but we heard them speak. I know with an unshakable certainty that this Werewolf wasn’t one of the assassins.Or perhaps it was his kindness towards me that caused me to shed tears.Despite my vulnerability, despite knowing I was probably defenseless at that moment, he did nothing to hurt m
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#4 Of Duty and Loyalty

AldrichI run through the forest as fast as I can, my powerful legs eating up the floor. The forest serves as a boundary between the city with its civilized, refined residents, and us beasts. Until a month previously, we too lived in the city, albeit on the very fringes, in cheap housing complexes constructed for our ‘benefit’ by the ‘benevolent’ rulers. If only Connor hadn’t…I force the thought to the back of my mind. What’s the use thinking about it now? It’s in the past. All we can now do is make the most of the situation. Not everybody agrees with my views though. Not everyone in my pack wants to make the best of a bad situation. My folks are extremely angry at the injustice of it all. Yes, the Council was within its rights to mete out this harsh punishment, yes the terms of the treaty were violated, but not everything is black and white. The ruling elite often choose to ignore the various shades of gray. I cut through the thinning woods on the edges of the forest and emerge int
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#5 Truth or Prejudice?

AvaleaI don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I come to, I’m once again staring into the Werewolf’s silver-gray eyes. They’re not glowing this time, thanks to the bright sunlight flooding the hut. I try to sit up, but wince as pain shoots up my leg. I’m still feeling light-headed.The Werewolf is looking at the blood-soaked remains of my nightgown and the pool of blood on the floor with horror. “What the hell!” he exclaims.“My thigh…” He reaches for the hem of my nightgown with hesitant fingers. “Go ahead,” I whisper.He tries to push the fabric up my leg, but it’s stuck to the open wound along with the bit of the fabric from my sleeve I had used to staunch the flow of blood.“I’ll have to cut it away.”I nod, too tired to speak. My eyelids feel heavy, and I feel myself slipping back into unconsciousness. “No!” His sharp cry serves to open my eyes. “Don’t close your eyes. Here, look at me.”The authority in his voice forces me to follow his command. Somewhere in the ba
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# 6 Of Family and Foe

Aldrich I don't want to leave her, but the alpha is expecting us. I’m dragging my feet as I walk back, too tired to shift. I think Roark suspects I’m up to something. When Roark walked into the hovel earlier this morning just as I’d finished packing the essentials to take back to the hut, he was too distracted to question me. I left when he fell asleep for a few brief minutes. But when I made my way back to our hovel the second time to get all those things to treat the princess’s wound, he looked at me questioningly. I fibbed; told him a Werewolf was badly injured during training earlier this morning. I don’t know if Roark believed the lie or not, although it is very common for us Werewolves to sustain severe injuries during our intensive training sessions. What are we training for? I don’t know. All I know is all able-bodied Werewolves gather in batches in the clearing nearly to hone their fighting skills. Myself, and Kimur, who is the other guard, oversee these training session
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#7 Difficult Conversations

Aldrich Roark and I head for the alpha’s cave in silence. I glance at Roark a time or two, wondering if he will question me, but he seems to be lost in his own thoughts. He is no doubt thinking about the testimony he’ll be giving. There will be uncomfortable questions thrown his way. I wish I could stand by him and support him, but I cannot break protocol. As the alpha’s personal guard, my primary duty today is to maintain order during the meeting and make sure that the alpha is safe. Today more than ever, I think the younger members might actually become disruptive. We head upstream, walking briskly along the hard rocky surface. Up ahead, we can see some other members of the pack heading for the cave. Since both of us are keen to avoid conversation, we maintain our distance. The alpha’s cave is located in a small hillock at the edge of our settlement. It’s not a single cave, but a series of interconnected caves with some of them extending underground. The largest cave is large enou
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#8 Matters of the Heart

He takes another deep breath. This next bit is going to be especially difficult for him. “I cannot be absolutely certain, but I thought I recognized one of them. It was Connor.” The pack erupts, and several members even take a few threatening steps towards Roark. “Isn’t your brother done with ruining our pack?” somebody demands. “We should have known it was your family responsible for this trouble again.” “Banish them both and be done with it!” My hackles rise as I prepare to leave the alpha’s side in a gross breach of protocol, to stand with my brother, but before I can, the alpha stands up, drawing himself up to his full height. His shoulders are hunched, his eyes glowing, and his canines have lengthened into sharp, pointed, gleaming fangs. He has partially shifted, and looks positively menacing. I see a hint of the strong alpha that he once was. A hush falls over the entire pack. “Anybody who interrupts will have to deal with me. Personally. Have I made myself clear?” Nob
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#9 Temptations

Aldrich It is late evening by the time I am relieved of my duties. Roark left immediately after the meeting, but since I serve the alpha, I couldn’t leave, no matter how badly I wanted to get back to the princess. I have been distracted and half sick with worry. What if my pack members chance upon my hut? What if they find her? I have to hope that the Werewolves won’t venture that deep inside the forest. I have made up my mind to spend the night in the hut so I can guard her. I reach my hovel just as Roark is about to leave for his night duty, and I’m forced to wait until he leaves before I grab some more bread and cheese, wrap it up in a piece of cloth and head for the forest. I’m not going to be able to keep my nightly wanderings hidden from Roark forever. He’s also going to notice the missing food. We’re only allowed to keep meager amounts of dry rations in our individual hovels since we all gather in the community kitchen for meals. I missed breakfast this morning, being
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#10 Weaknesses: Real and Imagined

Avalea When I wake up, it’s evening. I have been drifting in and out of sleep throughout the day. A couple of hours ago when I woke up briefly, I ate the bread and the cheese the Werewolf had left for me. The bread was stale, the cheese was almost moldy, but with hunger gnawing at my innards, it was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten. The light is now fading and temperature has begun to drop. I’ll have to find a way to keep myself warm. I realize now that I could have frozen to death last night. While I can use my magic to alter my body temperature, it doesn’t last too long. I know there are spells that can keep a space cool when it’s hot, and heat it up when it’s cold. They’re self-renewing spells, which means they feed on the magic in the environment once installed. Even the thought of attempting those complex spells makes me anxious. They’re beyond my magical capabilities. Last night, I survived because the Werewolf found me. Once sleep steals over one’s senses, it is
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