Hugo, one of the Shark’s males escorted Shira outside, and as she took in the beautiful scenery and artfully planted flowers and trees that formed a garden, she realized that she had not stepped outside since they had come. She suddenly wished she could run through the garden and keep running, feel the wind against her hair, feel the gentle sun kiss her skin. If she were at home, she would not have been allowed outside either, unless she needed the out doors to learn something about sword fight in the open. She suddenly craved a life that was not dictated to her, first by her family, and now by this – this male who had not yet given her a reason why he had kidnapped her. He was standing by a lake that was so still, Shira wondered if there were any fish in it. He sat on a rock beside the water, and a fishing line dangled from his hand. Beside him, there was a bag, a basket of fruits and what looked like a blanket. Her heart constricted in her chest. He had really put efforts into
Liam walked uneasily down the corridor, towards the Shark’s bedchamber. He wondered why a three man meeting had been called, and who was that servant, why was he all covered up! Something was deeply wrong somewhere, and it terrified him that he did not know what it was. He wondered again why the servant had been asked to wait behind for him at his room. Well, there was only one way to get answers. The Shark’s room door was locked when he got there, but he had been given a key by Leywin earlier since he ran most of the Shark’s errands for him. He opened the door, and let himself in. There was no one inside. Liam’s heart started beating faster, as his wolf instincts warned him again that something was wrong, but he could not place what it was. He walked about a bit in the room, then he remembered, he had left his room open, left his sword behind, with that strange looking servant who was all covered up! He turned around quickly and dashed for the door, only to collide with Leywin.
Shira shivered through out the entire ride back to the inn. If her hands weren’t tied behind her back, she would have hugged herself. As it was, she could only clench her teeth against the biting cold, as violent tremors wacked her body, yet the Shark did not seem to notice. She allowed herself to cry. In the past, her own tears would have shamed her, and she would have blamed herself for her weakness, but there was something so destabilizing about cold, all her energy had been put into trying to fight it, she had none left to control her ragged emotions. They finally got to the inn, and the Shark got down and grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her down. His touch was not gentle, and neither was it cruel, it seemed distanced, like he held a stranger in his arms, instead of a woman he had made love to. Another sob whacked through her body making her tremble even more. If the Shark noticed her trauma, he did not give any indication. Grabbing her by the wrists, he led her furth
He had kept her in his room to keep an eye on her round the clock, but now he wished he hadn’t. He needed the privacy of his room, he needed to think. Her story corroborated Liam’s own, so the boy couldn’t be lying, but someone was. The Shark paced the hallway in agitation. Damn whatever accursed thing had made him kidnap the girl in the first place. She was nothing but trouble. She was a liar, plotting against him with his enemies, and yet she still managed to retain the innocence in her eyes, to look at him so trustingly, her blue eyes seeking comfort from him like a child would. The Renaki males had a very peculiar way of punishing females through the art of love making, and the Shark found he could not do that to her, no matter her crimes, no matter what she did to him. That was one line he knew he would never cross. He could not beat her as well. He had never, and would never still resort to violence against females – but they were just too much trouble. With effort, he put h
Leywin walked over to his window and threw it open. It was not a beautiful view, it overlooked a dirty crowded street, but Leywin still spent time looking out before he finally turned back to face his friend. ‘’Do you realize you might have more to blame in this than she does? Why did you kidnap her, steal her from her father’s tribe, lie to her, seduce her, now you act as though she is the enemy.’’ The Shark smirked. ‘’You sound like her brother or something. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have more interests in her than you’d care to show.’’ ‘’Oh for fuck’s sake, don’t make this a jealousy thing now. Anyone with a heart would pity her plight.’’ ‘’And I don’t have a heart you mean?’’ The Shark snapped, his anger building. Leywin sighed and put down his now empty glass. ‘’What did you want me to talk to Shira about?’’ The Shark was quiet a bit, as his anger receded. He was getting a little hot tempered lately, that had never been him. He had always prided himself
The Shark noticed Shira was breathing unevenly, and the fright in her eyes was very visible. He did not blame her very much though, he had been very graphic when he outlined the punishment he had in mind for her. He had been wrong. He had been careless enough to allow himself get fooled by a fast thinking Renaki make, and perhaps to cover up for his own short comings, he had decided to focus his anger on her. The Rogue wondered why it had taken him so long to realize something that had taken leywin only a few minutes to find out. Shira had been telling the truth – about the bread and meat part. The smart Renaki had given her directions which put her in his path, and he had fallen for the trap hook, line, and sinker, persecuting Shira, and giving the Renaki all the time he needed to get away. There were some things that still did not add up with her story though, like what she meant by escaping in order to protect him, and what was it she had been saying about a raven? Perhap
With each tug, Shira felt the need to tug harder, suddenly, she was twisting and tugging like her life depended on it, and even the bruises only fueled her panic more, till she had worked herself into quite a state. “Stop it Shira!” The Shark snapped. And Shira stopped tugging, as the aftermath of her panic attack washed over her, leaving her shivering, and shaking. Her eyes sought his pleadingly, in anguish. “Please Lord Shark, can you untie me?” The Shark nodded simply, but made no move to get up from his chair. “As soon as you answer all of my questions – truthfully.” Shira was silent. What then would she say, when he asked her why she had stolen – to have enough money to train a raven perhaps, but what might her answer be when he asks her why she had needed to train a raven! “Who is the Renaki male to you?” His voice was cd, devoid of feeling – and yet, this same man had held her in his arms, loved her. “I have told you before, the Renaki male is no one
The Shark got on the nearest horse that belonged to him, once outside the inn, and against his better judgement, he pressed in his heels and set the animal off on top speed. Shira had been the one locked in, but he was the one feeling caged. Honor had never restrained him in the past, the way the sight of Shira’s tears restrained him. She seemed a gentle flower, innocent, pure, one he was tainting with his crude methods and devices. She was also a warrior – a human and female no doubt, but she had been trained in the art of war. He could not fault her swordplay, and he could not also deny that if her battle instructor had made her that good, then he might also be given credit for her beguiling mind. Did she have a beguiling mind, was the chief question. We’re her earnest declarations of love, and her ever ready tears simply an out pouring of her child -like heart, or were they the cunning workings of a mind forever trained to battle. He remembered his former mate, but for s
Shira stepped outside to help the rest of the maids draw water from the well. Sir Baristan had said she was to earn her keep, and she was only too happy to do that. All around, the people stared at her strangely. She did not know why. Perhaps, they had sensed how empty she was, how unworthy. She was going to prove herself to them, to please them, all of them. As long as Sir Baristan wanted her to. The female who was drawing water from the well hurried off immediately she spotted her, but Shira was not detected. Very soon, they would all like her. She was going to die trying. She bent by the well, drew up the bucket that had been tied to a rope, and threw it back down again, with hopes that it would fill with water, but it didn’t. She remained like that, bent over the well, trying to get the bucket within to fill with water so that she could pull it up, but she must have been doing something very wrong, for the bucket never filled up. Perhaps even the bucket knew how worthl
“Come. Come sit by me Shira lady of the night.” Shira stared at the mind Physician that had come. She could not bring herself to get up and go join him on the floor where he sat. They were both in Sir Baristan’s spacious library, and the mind Physician was sitting on the floor, angles crossed in front of him, and both elbows on both knees. He was cleanly shaven of every single hair on his head – his entire head. His scalp was a shiny bald, his eyebrows and eyelashes non existent, and he did not spot a single beard or mustache. Something about his looks terrified her, and Shira knew instinctively that if she did not take caution, his face was one that would plague her dreams for many nights. But Sir Baristan had said he was the only one capable of restoring her memory, as well as teaching her to harness her gift so that she did not harm herself and those she loved with her powers. Shira stepped forward to join him. Who were those she loved? Perhaps, the mind physician might
Farok leaned against the bar table, as the inn keeper watched attentively, contemplating whether to pour him another goublet of wine even before asked. Farok ignored him. If he was poured more wine, he would drink it. If he was not, he would not ask. He had just led his tribe Warriors on a successful fight against a rival tribe, and as was customary, they deserved to celebrate. Their drinking and whoring would be paid from the spoils of war, the rest of which would be given to him, but Farok did not want it. The tribe he had fought with had suffered severe loss of their soldiers, and armory – and they were Walikan. He was simply weakening his own people from within, so that if they ever needed to face the Renaki in true warfare, the Renaki would battle a force that was no doubt less than it should have been. Farok thrived on violence. He loved it. His biggest, most cherished moments with Elana had been on the battle field. However, even though Farok cherished battles, he ha
Sir Baristan had not shut the door after him, but Shira did not feel the inclination to go out. There was something very scary about stepping outside – She remembered it now, what she had dreamed about. She had dreed that she was lost, and when she stepped into the house that looked like hers, the faces were unfamiliar. Shira did not understand how she could even have managed such a dream as she could not remember how her house looked like anymore. What would she see when she stepped out? She felt so much distress that she felt her eyes water. Her tears reminded her of something. She had been very sad recently. Why had she been sad? Had her family treated her unkindly? Why had she been kidnapped? Bracing herself, she pushed the door open, and stepped out, expecting to find anything, from an earth with two moons, to human wolves and werehumans. The plain outside was simply an encampment – or it appeared like an encampment, but the bunkers were built with stones and brick
The birds were chirping out in some distant tree, but their melody still got to Shira, tingling her memory, reminding her of something, something she ought to know, something she ought not to have forgotten – but she had. Her memory teased her. Taunting her with what it was she wanted to remember, but just when it was within reach of her consciousness, it slipped again, far into the recesses of her brain. She could feel the cramps in her joints, and she got up, trying to stretch. It was only then that she noticed she was confined. Her hands were bound in front of her, but her feet were left free. She got up to her feet, it was a little awkward, but she was able to manage it. She turned around to survey her surrounding for the first time. She was in a stone walled room, and it was not very pretty. It would need flowers, and perhaps light curtains to shade the bright light that was coming in through the window, but not to dim it totally. She walked up to the slightly
The Shark sat alone by the night fire that did not serve to take the chill from his flesh. His flesh felt cold, but the blood that pounded through his veins was warm, it called for revenge, for destruction. Zadick, his physician, and the team he had come with had done what they could for his crew, but they were going to heal slowly. His physician had been able to come up with the patent for the poison serum, but he had not come up with an antidote yet. He was stuck now, with fifty of his men injured, seven dead, and his best friend unconscious. And his mate – There was still a tiny possibility that Shira was innocent, that it was Liam who had lied against her, and only Leywin could clear that up. The Shark had made sure Leywin was never left alone with Liam, but he did not believe the lad was capable of that. And Liam had worked tirelessly to ensure as many of the crew as could be saved were saved. He could not fault the lad’s obedience. Shira on the other hand had been
Liam hit Shira a quick blow over the head, and waited until he felt her weight deaden, before he lifted her out of the room. He was itching to join Sir Baristan’s soldiers in their defeat of the Shark’s males, but he still needed to keep his cover. Togu, his father’s lieutenant of ambush quickly took Shira from him, and he went once again to fight along side his enemies. “Need some help!” Stark called out to him, and Liam snatched his dagger, still soaked in Leywin’s blood, and went up to assist him. Stark was surrounded by Sir Baristan’s males, and for a savage moment, Liam did not care if he killed any one of his father’s males. They were expendable, his father could replace them any time, they were not Sir Baristan’s blood. And it would serve his father right for forcing him into such exile, to fight along side his enemies. He rushed into the fray, stabbing down one of his father’s males who had put Stark in a precarious angle. “Thanks male!” Stark acknowledg
Liam was running out of time. Sweat trickled down his back as he paced the length of his tiny room, wondering what to do. Six years. Six years of bowing to the enemy, six years of using Walikan scent, and speaking Walikan language. Six years of hiding who he truly was, the son of the most important Alpha in Renaki. And now, his hard work was about to pay off. His father would soon celebrate him as his heir, the way he truly deserved. He only needed to come up with a way to take Leywin out of the picture once and for all. His father needed the girl. Liam chuckled softly to himself. It was funny how the Walkans thought. His father could have tried abducting Farok himself – as impossible a feat as that was obviously going to be, but then after that, no one would be able to force the Alpha to do anything he did not want to do – on the other hand, all they needed to do was kidnap Farok’s mate, and then the Walikan Alpha would be forced to by his silly honor code to do everything wit
The Shark got on the nearest horse that belonged to him, once outside the inn, and against his better judgement, he pressed in his heels and set the animal off on top speed. Shira had been the one locked in, but he was the one feeling caged. Honor had never restrained him in the past, the way the sight of Shira’s tears restrained him. She seemed a gentle flower, innocent, pure, one he was tainting with his crude methods and devices. She was also a warrior – a human and female no doubt, but she had been trained in the art of war. He could not fault her swordplay, and he could not also deny that if her battle instructor had made her that good, then he might also be given credit for her beguiling mind. Did she have a beguiling mind, was the chief question. We’re her earnest declarations of love, and her ever ready tears simply an out pouring of her child -like heart, or were they the cunning workings of a mind forever trained to battle. He remembered his former mate, but for s