Sirella’s povI helped him to sit upright as he twisted his face in pain.“Are you okay?” I asked as he shook his head.“It’s nothing.”At first I listened to the crackling fire and the heavy breathing he put out before deciding that his bravery could lead us all to death.“Yeah I’m not doing this,” I sighed as I grabbed his shirt before he held my wrist. “Let me go. I need to see what is going on with you.”“It’s just a few scratches. Let it go,” he said as I shook my head.“Please… let me see it,” I said as we stared at each other for a while before he softened and let me go.I pulled off his shirt with ease as I saw so many deep cuts and bruises around his chest and arms. His sides were bleeding and I could see he had done a poor work of patching it with some cloth that had turned dark red.“What are you thinking?” I asked in shock. “Do you want to die?”I then rushed to get a bowl of clean water and a clean cloth before sitting beside him.“You should have said something to me. I
Authors povThe morning light hit through the window as Sirella woke up to the light. She yawned and looked around at the still and silent atmosphere.She raised herself upwards with slow care. She then got up and headed to Kieran’s room to see if he was okay.For a moment she simply looked at him. The bashes he had taken on the last battle were all swathed in bandages but now there was a calmness in his face that made her smile.‘I should chop some wood,’ she thought. ‘We’ll need it for the fire.’She dressed quickly and yanked the axe from beside the door. The forest was wet with morning mist and a loud chorus of birds singing in the sunrise.Sirella walked straight to the forest as she got deeper before stopping to see the piles of wood and she knew she would work with the ones here. She went to the pile of felled logs at the far end of the clearing and, lifting one up by a practised twist of her impressive arms, carried it over to the chopping block before swinging her axe down on
Authors povThe afternoon sun painted the sky orange as, side by side, Sirella and Kieran made their way home to the small hut nestled deep within the woods. The scent of pine mingled with rich earth filled the air and for company they had only each other’s presence and that of their soft footfalls upon the loamy ground.In her arms she carried a basket brimful of freshly picked herbs she had picked after chopping woods. With great care Kieran walked by her side so as not to jolt any still healing wound."You should rest when we get back," Sirella said, glancing at him. "Your wounds still need time."Kieran smirked. "I’m fine. You worry too much."She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Someone has to." They reached the hut, its wooden walls warm from the day’s sun. She pushed open the door and entered as she placed the basket on the table.“Why don’t you sit let me go through your wounds?”“Yes, healer,” he said in a mocking way as she rolled her eyes.She sat by his side and peeled the b
Sirella’s povKieran lay beside me that night after we had just finished with our sex session. The crackling of the fire in the hearth warned me up with his hot body as I smiled.My heart was pounding in a good way. I turned to look at him as I noticed him staring at the ceiling.“Are you… okay?” I asked in a gentle voice as he turned to me.The coldness in his eyes hurt me but this was our first time together. Maybe it was how it was for someone like him.“Let’s just get some sleep,” he said. “I’m tired and I’m still healing.”At first his words hurt. I hoped for… more. Something softer, something that might make my heart speed up again. But he only shut his eyes. Like that was all there was to it.I took a deep breath and said yes, even though he couldn't see me. I turned my back to him as I faced another place, pulling the covers to my shoulder and chin. The sting in my heart receded slowly under exhaustion as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.***I opened my eyes and was standin
Kieran's POVThe smell of food filled my small hut as Sirella and I ate breakfast. She sat across from me with bright excited eyes and a small smile on her lips. My chest kept tightening every so often when our hands brushed.I thought of yesterday when we had sax and wondered if it was real. I could feel how I was falling deeper and deeper for her and a thought filled me up.What if it wasn’t real. What if it was just her powers? I tried to remind myself that she doesn’t love me and she had just used me for sex.Everything that moved within me warned me to be careful but I didn’t know why to believe.I’d heard the stories. Sirella’s kind could put emotions in people—love, lust—with a single touch. Was that what this was? Had I been caught in her web like a thousand men before me? Or was this true and I was just being paranoid?“You’re quiet.” Sirella tilted her head. “What’s going through your head?”I shoved another bite of food into my mouth. “Just hungry.”She laughed, the sound l
Kieran's POVI was laying on the cold ground, my chest still rising and falling fast from the workout. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves above me and cast golden stripes across the forest floor. My muscles ached… but it was that good kind of ache that told you you’re still alive.I liked it. I touched my wounds and ripped off the bandages there. I was whole again. No more wounds.I stretched my arms and flexed my muscles. I was okay. No trouble there.I thought of going back to the hut to meet with sirella but thought of how I was still feeling about her. I was still unsure of my relationship with her.Then I heard something.A noise came from the underbrush, too loud and it didn’t sound like it had come from the forest animals.I froze and held my breath, listening.Another sound came as I swiveled my head to the left. It was the unmistakable crisp crunch of a boot on leaves. Someone was running through the woods. But who?My body froze and I rolled onto my knees still
Kieran's POVThe bodies laid at my feet, their blood seeping warmly into the dry earth of the forest floor. I crouched down and wiped my knife clean on the cool green grass, already thinking.Can't leave them here. Can't burn them — smoke would bring more. It would be like a signal drawing them close to me.I pulled the first killer along by his feet, bumping him over the roots in the trees. My side was on fire from where he had sliced me with his blade, but I didn't care. The pain meant nothing.It seemed like an eternity later when I came to the edge of the cliffs, a straight fall into shadow beneath me. I threw them over, one after another, until they vanished in thin air.Their weapons I kept. Knives, daggers, that strange little spear they'd used to kill themselves. I turned them over in my hands, looking for markings. Nothing.Of course.Salvatore wasn't stupid. He wouldn't have left any evidence behind.I sheathed the knives in my belt and turned to go back to the hut. The sun
Kieran's POVWe laid together on top of the bed, looking up at the wooden ceiling. Designs of new light traveled over the uneven slabs, and I thought how odd it was—just to be alive with each other."Do you ever think about what you actually want?" I said.“I don’t get?”“Do you ever think about what we’ll do… after? I mean like… after all this. If we win.” I gestured vaguely upward. “No, you tell me first,” she said, propping herself up on one elbow. “What does a perfect life look to Kieran?”I kept my eyes on the wood of the ceiling and focused on the grain in a particular knot. “Small house,” I said slowly. “Near mountains. No one bothering me. Good weapons.” I shrugged. “Better food.”She laughed. "That's it? No pack? No family?" I shrugged. "Hadn't thought that far."“Let me guess - you’d sit out on the porch and glare at anyone who came near you?”“Damn straight.”She flopped back down, still giggling. "Mine's different." "Yeah?" “I want a big garden,” she said, her eyes tr
Sirella’s povI woke up, my heart pounding as I stared at the ceiling for a while. Sunlight streamed through the thin curtains of my room in Donovan’s packhouse. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with sweat.Why was Donovan asking so many questions yesterday? Or was he catching onto my plan with kieran?I sat up and ran my hand through my disheveled hair, the alpha’s sharp eagle eyes had been on me too much during our meeting in his throne room, each answer I gave had seemed to raise his suspicion higher. Before I could think even more, there was a knock on the door.The sound made me jump, and it took a deep breath to steady my racing heart before I got up to go and open the door. One of Donovan's guards stood stiffly to attention outside. "Prince Damien requires your presence in the courtyard," he said without looking me in the eye. Shall I tell him you’ll be arriving shortly?”“Yeah,” I smiled awkwardly as he nodded and walked off.I entered my room and grabbed my too
kieran’s POVI woke up to the sound of men and women shouting in the courtyard as I winced at the sun brimming in from the open curtains.“Fuck,” I muttered as I sat up and wondered what time it was. I had overslept. I needed to be out there and dealing with the way the alpha sees me. If he saw me as someone he could trust, this would make my job a whole lot easier.I got up and went to stand before the mirror as I removed my shirt and stood half naked. I smiled as I missed her touch and her kiss around my chest.Everything reminded me of her.The scars on my chest were familiar - the jagged one across my ribs from the Frost Valley battle, the claw marks on my shoulder from the bear attack last winter. But the eyes... those were different. Harder. Colder. No wonder I had scared her the first time we had met.Will it be easy to kill him?That I did not know.I flexed my hands, watching the muscles ripple in the mirror. Salvatore was an aging alpha, but still strong as a young alpha. I
Sirella’s Pov My assigned room was better than I expected. Thick rug, clean blanket and sheet, a vase and wild flowers. All lies as I knew that this place had been given to me so it would be easy to spy on me.I checked the window and found it locked.The door had no lock so it was easy for anyone to come in and find me here. I sat on the bed, counting shadows under the door. One… two… three in ten minutes.That was a new record.I waited for a while on the bed before deciding to go out and take a meal for myself, but before I could do that there was a knock on the door and a maid coming in with a tray in hand.“Lunch, miss.”She kept avoiding my eyes as she laid it out."Thank you,” I said in a sweet tone. I had not seen her before so I decided to ask about her. “What's your name?" She cringed. "M-Mira, miss." And then she scurries off without waiting for any other questions I might have for her.I raised the lid of the platter. Roast meat, fresh bread, spiced wine… all my favorit
Sirella's POVI tried to fold my shirt but all I could think about was him. How I missed Kieran’s and how the hut still smelled like bim I saw a towel in the corner and picked it up before I could stop myself.“One last sniff,” I thought as I let his scent fill my nose. “Fuck I miss him already.”I hated this weakness. Hated how my heart ached like a fresh wound.We did not have to make the decision. But to attain peace and stop my father we had to do this.With a sigh, I carried my box and headed for the door.The door creaked as I stepped outside. Dawn lit the sky with pinks and golds, too pretty for a day so ugly.Frost crunched beneath my boots as I crossed through our clearing.Where Kieran had pinned me during our first real fight.In the night sky where we had star gazed so many times after long training days. I shut my eyes tight. “Focus.” The pack lay to the southwest. It was going to take me a few hours to get there but I had all the time in the world to take.My fingers
Sirella’s POVThe ceiling was made of wood and had cracks across it and it was what I admired anytime I was in his room. Three long ones by the window, one which looked like a lightning above the bed. I counted them more for the hundredth time while Kieran's finger did circles in my bare shoulder. "You okay?" He asked with a voice of concern. I swallowed hard. As much as I wanted to pour out my heart and complain, I knew I had to stop myself from doing that. “Just thinking.”His chest vibrated with a quiet chuckle against my body. “Dangerous habit.”The fire had faded to coals and the room lay dim. A desolate owl's cry filled the night air, melodious and drawn-out. Kieran held me closer. “I'll miss this home.”My throat closed up as I knew what he meant and it hurt to think of the inevitable. “Don’t say that.”“I miss the poison training,” he said, like I hadn’t spoken. His breath warmed my neck. “Me screaming at you when you get the antidotes wrong.”It hurt to hear him say that a
Damien’s POVThe fire crackled in my father's study as we pored over the alliance scrolls. Names, territories, promises made—all written in ink that felt like blood on parchment. I didn’t like the way things were going. It looked too… too easy. Almost like my father was playing right into their traps but he was too blind to see it.As much as I believe he was powerful enough to defend himself… at least I wanted some sort of proof that this would not backfire on us. I hated the fact that I was feeling this way. If he got a whiff of this, he could lose his mind and call me a child for thinking this way.I looked at him as he pored through the books. He wasn’t one for wasting time especially when it came to his territory. "Goran of Greyfang," Father said, tapping one entry. "Hagar of Shadowpaw. These are the only alphas who have joined us against Salvatore. Little I know but powerful enough to show that I’m no pushover.” I nodded, rolling a dagger between my fingers. "The wolves we me
Authors POVDamien reached the packhouse as he blitzed in and skidded his horse to a stop in the courtyard. Behind his horse, frozen dirt flew into the air as he jumped down and saw a stable boy coming to him.“Fetch the war council,” he said. “Now.”The boy nodded and ran off as Damien made his way to the packhouse, his boots thudding against the wooden steps. Inside, the great hall was deserted minus a few servants cleaning up. The fire in the hearth had burned almost completely out leaving long shadows on the stone floor.Within moments council members began filing into the chamber. Elder James came first, weighed down by years and a walking stick. Next came Commander Vex, battle scars etched deep in his face. A dozen others took their seat at the long oak table before him."Well?" James rasped. "What news from the Greyfangs?"Damien remained standing at the head of the table. "Alpha Goran has agreed to join us. His warriors will march at dawn."A murmur ran through the council. V
Authors POVDamien sighed sitting back in his chair as the stacks of papers drew a shadow over him. He hated paperwork but since he was here now he could at least go ahead and do what he wanted to do.Just as he was about to get up from his desk, a knock came at his door.The sudden rapping at his door made Damien look up from the papers in front of him. He put them down, crossed to the door and pulled it open. His father's guard was standing there, straight backed with his fist over his chest. "Sir Damien," the guard said nodding his head, "Your father requests you meet him in the stables. Immediately."Damien frowned. "This late?" The guard didn't move, staring at a spot past Damien's left shoulder. "He said to wake you if you were sleeping as it is urgent."Damien sighed but nodded. “I’ll be there with him soon.”The guard bowed before leaving.Damien closed the door and looked into his room as he wondered what his father wanted him for. He grabbed his jacket and wore it as he
Sirella’s POVKieran’s hands gripped my shoulders, his eyes burning with quiet fury.“I’m going back,” he said. “You don’t need to worry about anything. Just let me handle what I’m supposed to handle.”I shoved him away. “Are you insane?”Before he could answer I hit his chest and pushed him back again with more force than necessary this time.“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You want to die?! Is that it?! You are so tired of life that you just want to go and throw it all away for nothing. And go what? What do you have to prove so bad?”“I’m doing this for us.”I scoffed. “Don’t try to justify that stupid excuse. You’re fucking shit up by going to him. He will kill you.”“No.” His voice was flat, emotionless. “I’m his warrior. His assassin. He’ll allow me entry. And that is when I’ll get in and do my bidding.”My stomach twisted. “He’ll kill you.”Kieran smiled, though it was a dark, dangerous thing. “Not if I kill him first.”We sat by the fire, the smoke heavy in the air as he loo