Hector The first time my heart had beat off sync was years ago when my father had backhanded me hard across the face. We’d been camping out between the mountain land trees for a good minute when the white fur of a rabbit scuttled past and I caught a whiff of its earthy scent.“There's your cue boy, Go!” He thundered, the massive jaws of his wolf had already begun to water a little on the sides and I took off my hind legs connecting with the bramble-covered rocks like there was lightning at my heels.I could hear the earth moving behind me as I wound through crooked trees that seemed to bend back on their black-spotted tree barks to get out of my way as I pounced at the rabbit in a split second.“Yes! Yes! Now, the way I taught you! Get the neck first!” The granite in my father's baritone had notes of silvery glee laced through it as I trapped the rabbit between my large paws.”Go on! Snap the neck with your teeth! Like i shown you!” He bellowed when he saw me hesitate.It was the wh
Nola ReynoldsThere was something big happening outside. There had to have been. It was the second time I was hearing someone scream followed by the noise of footfalls receding.I was still sitting with my legs tucked in under me, watching the mouth of the dresser, my good hand angled to strike should that thing pop out when the first of the wind filtered through the open window and the bright bulb of a ghastly idea hit me like a freight train.“Shit, fuck this.” I croaked, tentatively placing my socked feet on the cool stone of the cave room before zapping across the threshold like the floor was lava, turning back again to look at the dresser.I was almost certain the tension that wired my body straight would have been enough to light up the whole of Illinois because I was wound tighter than a cobra ready to strike.Had the jewel box always been pushed to the forefront of the dresser like that? I could have sworn something was different, but I didn't have time to think about it.If
Hector“Your highness!” The council monotoned, the scrape of chairs on wood filling the room as they stood to bow and welcome me.I nodded briefly to the changelings and they sat, the green-eyed imp beside my high seat shooting out a leg to trip me and yelping when I stepped on it.Kalden grinned freakishly when I sat down with a high, and I couldn't help the bright smile that crossed my face on seeing the tree trunk of a man.“All that fresh puss has you looking good your highness.” Kalden mocked under his breath so that only I could hear as the councilmen murmured around us.The razor lines of my best friend's eyes curved with evil delight when I scrunched up my nose in disgust and he covered the snicker he'd been holding in with the back of one clawed hand.“Shut up Kalden, I can tell you've been saving that one for ages.” I grumbled, laughing lightly as the palace maiden poured us red wine, blushing a bright pink, save for the porcelain button of her nose.The man shook his thick
Nola“We're friends snow white. Aren't we now Johhny?” The taller one mused and I knew immediately that they were everything but friends.“Why yes! We only want to play. Will you play with us, Snow White?” The orange-haired man cackled and a bolt of fear zapped my heart off rhythm.Rogue wolves. I knew what they were now. I’d known of them the way pups knew of the boogeymen in their night terrors.“Get away from me.” I stammered, taking a step back as they hulked closer to me and swearing loudly when my feet squelched audibly into the mud bog and I pulled it out without so much as a glance back.“Oh, this one has a dirty mouth! Not all white are ya now?” The tall bushy looking man snorted, his bug eyes fixing in the crevice between my legs as he licked the thin line of his blackened lips, to my horror. The ugly shine of a dirty silver tooth glinting in the dark hole he used as a mouth.“We've seen you ya know. Up in yer little tower.” Orange-head johnny sneered, slapping me on the arm
Nola Reynolds.I cranked my eyes open when the bog remained silent and the weighty bulk of the paw on my neck went limp.A hot jet of blood sprayed in my eye and wordlessly open mouth as the massive triangle of the orange head slid smoothly off the werewolf’s neck, bouncing hard on my midriff before tumbling to a dusty heap by the side.“Oh my god! Hector!” I managed to choke out, my eyes widening to bright green bulbs in their sockets as I whimpered even more when the Lycans stone cold face reared above me where the orange-head’s body had once been.“W-what are you doing here? You left! We, we watched you leave for the mountain city!” Eddie screeched, his big wolf head shaking from side to side before he dragged me to him, quick as lightning, the long, single claw of his paw pressing into my neck painfully.“Edmond. Release the girl.” Hector growled quietly as I tried not to breathe, eyeing the blood streaked hook of the claw as he towered over our frames, so close I could graze the
Nola Reynolds“What am I to do with you, Nola?” The Werewolf Lycan whispered, his almond-shaped eyes were sad and downturned when I managed to uncross my eyes and focus them on his.My head burned where his hand cradled it and I felt the muscles of my eyes sag as the dark called me again, this time I let it take me, hearing my mother’s singing from somewhere in the distance.#Ugh! Where was I? Tiny sparks went through my shuttered eyelids as I tried to keep them shut before a needly voice suddenly interrupted.“Nola? Nola. I know you're awake.”I bit down on the jolt of surprise that sizzled through me. It was a stranger’s voice, one I only vaguely recognized. There was a face squeezed in above me when I fluttered a tea bag of eyelid open, seeing the malevolent glint of pearly white teeth inches from said eyes before I focused on the handsome face of a green-eyed man.There were crow-feet smile lines around the almond-shaped eyes that had fixated unnervingly on me before someone off t
Nola ReynoldsI looked the tall grinning woman over with one swollen eye as she bustled about the cave room, arranging shit that was much better left on its own.“What was it you said you saw now?” Ma Jules drawled, arching the jagged tufts of one severe black eyebrow at me.“A room in the walls, and-and a creature that copied Dennis’ face, a mimic, or it could have been Dennis the whole time!” I whispered fiercely, encouraged when the coffee-colored woman turned to me sharply, the red threads appearing in the whites of her eyes.“Does this have anything to do with the attention she's been getting from the Lycan?” Ma Jules muttered, cutting baleful midnight-black eyes at me.“What?” I barked out a strangled laugh. Either little miss was on street codeine or her witch prescriptions were off. She tilted her head to the side at my rebuff, giving me a knowing look when she didn't know shit.“What do you mean? You think I'm making this shit up because I'm jealous of some girl with Stockhol
Hector BayesI took a moment to breathe deeply as the servants murmured among themselves, my gaze choosing to settle on the cobalt orange of Edna’s hair before dropping to her surprisingly steady gaze.“You,” I grunted, nodding at the smirking woman when she pointed a shaky index to her purple and white-chromed frock.“Rundown,” I deadpanned, crossing unsteady fingers over the width of my chest.“Heard the lot of them running up Your Highness, sounded like a whole camp, quiet too, organized if you ask me, sir, these ain't no spring chickens,” Edna reported, fisting the linen of her frock between her fingers as she finished off her rap and a deep shudder went through the crowd.Rogues? What a fucking joke. Who were they after? It certainly couldn’t be me, not unless they were new.I heard the girl inhale a sharp frenzied breath behind me, and i turned to look as she slowly made her way over to stand before me.“The girls, they’re after the girls,” Nola croaked, gripping her head like s
NOLA BAYESIt had been months since my bonded died, but for the first time since that sordid night, I was feeling confident, happy even.The mountain city troops had grown to staggering numbers in the past months, so I had dispensed a good number of guards to survey the old wolf village.My new city. The King and I hadn't decided on a name yet, but I knew it was going to be soon.We had freed the wolf village captives the next day, after the gruesome war. Alpha Theo’s rescue had been one I handled myself, with admittedly way too much joy than I could think to hide.“R-Reynolds? I-is that you dear girl?” He had rasped, the curved nails of his claws coming through the wrought-iron bars to lace over my hand before I snatched it away, incensed.“That’s Queen of the Highlands to you Alpha Theo, a shame to see you like this I must say, especially with the way you threw us maidens out on our behinds with nothing to our names.” I spouted, watching with a measure of satisfaction when he bent
HECTOR BAYESI didn't want to let her go, Nola, but I knew in my heart that I had to.And she did run, jerking away from my arms, to throw open the underground chamber grates with a strength I hadn't imagined her capable of.I followed on her heels as we ran down the stone slab of stairs at breakneck speed, into the crematorium where Kalden was lying, still as a statue, encased in the frosty insides of a glass coffin.I felt my breath catch in my throat and I paused at the doorway, my eyes widening when I saw the wreath of white and blood-red hydrangea flower bushes decked in small steps around the dias.“Kalden? Kalden, say something!” Nola gasped, slapping open the casing as a whoosh of frigid air swept up from the body, hitting me right in the nostrils.“Hector, you can't do this, I won't let you!” She screamed, turning to grip the lapel of my shirt with tears glistening on her cheeks.I nodded to the mourners huddled off to the side, darting tear-filled looks at us, and they bowed
HECTOR BAYESThe feeling of the dead man’s body as I writhed on top of him had not left my chest as we rode on horseback, into the gates of the mountain city.“Are you alright?” The green-eyed woman who had been watching me since we passed through the gates whispered, clumps of mud and twigs sticking out of her hair from where she’d brushed her face against mine.The porcelain of her high cheekbones was ashen with dust and grime, and the sight of the salt streak of tears dried and flaky sent a pang through my frame.I allowed myself a shallow breath, We had come a long way, the imp and me, and I was almost certain I couldn't have won the war if it weren't for her quick thinking with the sword.God-freaking dammit, Was I alright? I couldn't tell.The singed fur of my son’s corpse weighed heavy on my heart. Or It might have been the hole of my soul sword that refused to heal.I hadn't wanted to kill the boy, the monster, far from it. Saints! Lord knew Japhtar deserved worse for coming
NOLA REYNOLDSThe sound of a woman screaming reached my ears, distorted in the quake that seemed to shake the earth all around us before I realized I was the one who had been screaming.The Lycan’s sword shook in my hands, the weight of the huge beast pressed against it towered over me, the sprain in my wrist threatening to explode through the net work of veins.“Oh, Dear God!” I screamed again, darting away and watching the impaled beast fall heavily to the dust with a rumbling groan, the Lycan following as I clapped cold hands to my mouth to stifle another scream.“What's happening?” They whispered,“By Joves!”“...Do you reckon he's dead?” The hushed voices of the werewolves gathered rose, seeming to come to a standstill with the skewered monsters as they huddled around the intertwined mass of the Lycan and his son, with the silver tip of his sword- MY sword, shooting up from the soaked due of his back.“Hector!” I shrieked, falling to my knees beside him as I watched the Lycan fal
HECTOR BAYESI am halfway across the field when I realize something is wrong.The man on the other end is grinning, the defined barrel of his chest rising and falling with excited breathing as I closed the distance between the two armies.“For the mountain city!” I bellowed, gripping the silver hilt of my sword as I sent the blade flying through the air in a neat arc, slashing the werewolves in my circle as the black goo of their blood sprayed into my eyes, stinging the liquid from them.Why the fuck did Japhtar keep smiling at me?I let my eyes roam over the lot, catching Nola’s tear-streaked face briefly, before the horde of werewolves fighting closed around her and I felt the rake of claws slice across my back.“Eyes in the heavens! Feast on their bones!” Japhtar’s deep voice boomed in the space as I felt the pound of my heart starting to hammer wildly in my ribcages.I snapped my head up to see that the same type of mist that hung over the city walls had climbed to cover the moon’
JAPHTAR“You’re sick Japhtar! That's what you are, a sick fucking bastard-” The maiden rasped hotly and I felt a bitter fork spike through me at her words, only seconds before I let the back of one giant hand rip across her cheek, sending her back into the hay with a loud thump.“Stupid, stupid girl,” I growled, stalking toward her and snatching the porcelain-faced dwarf by the lapel of her gown, raising her until she was suspended in the air, whimpering loudly.“Make no mistake wench,” I wheezed, shaking her roughly, as one would do to a dirty kitchen rag and watching the muscle in her tight little jaw tighten, no doubt holding back her pained screams.“I am not my father. I will not hesitate to snap your pert little neck, doesn't make a difference to me if you're alive or dead wench, pussy’s pussy.” I grinned, letting my eyes roam delightedly over the maiden’s body as I slammed my hairy paw into the crevice between her legs, her ear-splitting screams music to my ears.“And that's on
HECTOR BAYES“What did you just say?” I wheezed, my heart hammering wildly between the cages of my rib as heat rushed to my head and ears.“Y-your highness, I- they saw her, being carted away, over the north of the forest,” Gordon murmured in a mousey voice, and I felt my eyes grow until they were the size of fucking beach balls in my sockets.Japhtar had Nola? How did that happen? Saints! Why didn’t the imp ever listen to me? The irritation building inside me grew until it blotted out everything else as I clenched my fists until they shook lightly beside me.Taking my woman was the worst thing he could have done, and now, I was going to make him pay for it.“Assemble the royal troops, we're going to storm the outskirts.” I gritted, making a few of the werewolves present gasp as they cuddled around themselves before I strode out, Gordon running last me to assemble the troops before I got there and thoughts of the fair maiden swirling in my head.“Your highness?” Sarah whispered as I m
NOLA It was the whirl of the overhead ceiling fan I heard first as I came to, the ache in my temple searing through the balls of my eyes as I allowed my eyelids to flutter open, the memory of what had happened hit me like a freight train so that I let a loud gasp slip.What the fuck was that smell?I gagged, huffing frantically as I struggled against the wires that twisted into my skin painfully, the stench of male musk and excrement sticking to the hairs in my nose.“Oi! I reckon the princess’s awake, get a look at this eh?” A gravelly voice jeered as hushed whispers rose around me, the crooked claw of one werewolf poking the flesh of my hand hard enough thank screamed, tearing my eyes open to see the obelisk of their misshapen faces hovering over me.”Get the fuck away from me!” I screeched, aware that my chest was rising and falling frantically with suppressed pants as I watched the trio throw back their heads and laugh.Shit. How long had I been out? The man with pink eyes. I cou
HECTOR BAYESJaphtar Bayes was in the wild, He’d fled. The bastard.It was lucky that he had when he did, the moon goddess had hidden her silver bulb behind the iron-grey mist that kept as the fight died down around and wearied-looking soldiers from the royal army speared off the rogues that lingered.“After them!” I roared, struggling to my feet as the cobblestones of the ground rose to my vision again before I came down hard, my hand shooting out to strike the pavement, the tremors going through me.I’d been halfway up and on his heels, the ache from the gash in my midriff stinging enough that tears rose in the pools of my eyelids before I yelled for the soldiers to follow him, my heart sinking with each second that passed when I noticed he had run toward the castle.Nola! I couldn't let him make it to the gates even! Not when the stone city castle held the remainder of the survivors that had managed to escape the gruesome war.I straightened with a large inhale, feeling my muscles