I invent a million things to do so I don't have to ask for an audience with Mig, however, at night I notice Arina's restlessness and convince myself to leave my childishness for another time.I wait for Reeina to come out with the plates and cutlery from our last meal before straightening her tunic and heading for the door.I give Arina an uncertain look, but she encourages me with a smile.I'll go ahead.The guard soldiers are at their posts and don't move as I pass them, yet I feel their eyes on me as I walk down the corridor.Over the last few days I've made the journey to the Wolf King's throne room so many times that it's no surprise that my legs carry me there without me thinking too much. But this time I won't be going to open my legs for him. It's a more important question. A question on which my freedom and that of Arina depend.I stop in front of the wooden door and hesitate.The guard in the hallway looks at me but doesn't move.I take a deep breath and knock once, then onc
It's Azerai.The news comes to us through Reeina.Fen is elated—and a little worried—to say that His Superior Majesty, Wolf King Mig, has allowed Arina and I to take self-defense classes, and sent his brother to teach us.— His Superior Majesty could not have chosen anyone better. Prince Azerai is the leader of the military division. No other officer can hold a candle to him. They say he's been taking weapons lessons since he could walk.I have to admit, at least to myself, that the idea of learning something from this wolf while he holds a gun doesn't make me feel very calm, but I swallow it.It is also Reeina who informs us that the classes will be held in one of the lower halls that are empty at this time of year, and where the other fen do not usually go, so we will be protected from curious and possibly upset looks.She escorts us there two days later, saying that His Highness awaits us.Arina is much happier than I am with this arrangement. My mind remains scattered. I think a
— You're distracted, female — Azerai thunders at me for the second time, and makes a move to take the iron cylinder from my hand, but I hold it tighter.- I am fine. I just didn't sleep much. Proceed.He closes his eyes, irritated, but goes on.We are outside the fortress, in a kind of garden.A table with weapons was arranged in a corner. There are several types of them, with different sizes and models.Azerai puts a smaller one in Arina's hand.— Use this one — he recommends. - It is lighter. Spits projectiles instead of lead.He shows her some straw dolls shaped like men.There are three of them, placed at good distances from each other so we can shoot.I stand back and watch him give recommendations to my Sister in a low voice.Arina is a good student. She always was.He finds no difficulty in listening without questioning, getting into position and raising his right arm at shoulder height, holding the gun.Azerai takes a step back.Arina aims at one of the dolls — the first one o
— Lyn Nakari is so beautiful — Reeina says for the third or fourth time as she serves us our morning meal at the low table.Arina invites her to sit and eat with us — as always — but Fen refuses — as always — however that doesn't stop her from blabbering on and on, even though neither I nor my Sister have asked any questions about the fortress's new guests.—And there are other lyns too, of course. All very beautiful. The Princes spent many hours with them in the pools and outside, showing them the property — Reeina continues, ignoring our silence.I glance at Arina and notice that she is far away, looking at the window. Suddenly she gets up and goes there, moving away from us.— Okay, Reeina — I interrupt Fen when she takes a long breath to continue speaking. — It all seems very interesting, but Arina and I are a little tired. It was a difficult night. Can you ask if Prince Azerai will continue to teach us while there are guests in Tarus'dei?— Yes, Lyn Kim. It is clear. I'll do it.
Walking barefoot through a nearly frozen forest wasn't a bright idea, but I don't mind much as Arina and I move forward with quick steps. The excitement of our adventure keeps us reasonably warm.I put all the berries I see in my pockets. There are few. Winter is not generous. I see that my sister does the same.I blame myself for not having thought to bring a knife, but I forgive myself with the thought that none of that had crossed my mind when I got out of bed this morning.Snow begins to fall in soft flakes some time later.I am a bit tired.This comfortable life of just eating and sleeping made me lazy. In the past, I could run long distances on our island without getting tired.Now I'm slow and heavy, my feet hurt and the cold makes my teeth chatter.But I'm going ahead.Stopping or returning are not options.I shiver when I think about Miguel's irritated expression when he realizes we've run away, but I also laugh a little. I swallow a laugh at the thought that maybe he won't e
— I asked the Great Wolf God, I asked all the gods in the pack, for you to return! — she moans, crying. - What happened? What happened?Arina squeezes my hand in hers.— We went for a walk in the forest and… we got lost — he says. — Tahi found his way back.I'm flabbergasted.I think it's the first lie I've heard coming out of my Sister's mouth.I'm so shocked that it takes me a while to speak when I realize that silence settles in and they are both looking at me.— We were foolish — I giggle at Reeina, trying to minimize the facts. — We don't know the garden. We shouldn't have gone into the forest. Did we make her worry?— Oh, lyn… — fen bites her lip. — They shouldn't have done that...Arina and I exchanged an alert look.We don't have time to react before our bedroom door bursts open and hits the wall.A gust of cold wind comes in along with it.I don't even have to turn around to see who's standing there, and I still do it.Miguel stares at me with the most furious grimace I've ev
— Mig, no…— Do you know what the punishment is for those who lie to the Wolf King, Kim?I swallow hard.His lips brush my face when he speaks.Why doesn't it feel like a threat?Why does it feel like a promise?— I'll ask you one last time and you'll tell me the truth — he thunders, pushing his hips a little more against me. — Did you intend to run away?I purse my lips.His thick thigh rubs against me, sending sparks of pleasure directly between my legs. Close my eyes.- Yes yes…He grunts. It's a strange, shuffling noise, more beast than man.I hold on to his belt because right now I don't trust my legs.“But you're back,” he says.— You were right… — I murmur, too sensitive, on the edge. — I don't know how to live in this world. I wasn't ready. I was afraid. That's why I came back. - Just that?I nod.Slowly he lets me go.I slide through the door and almost fall again, but somehow manage to stay on my feet.Miguel takes a step back.He's still furious, of course, but there's some
I keep my legs open, my dress bunched up around my waist, half naked, while he looks at me and undresses.The belt falls to the floor with a loud, hard thump. The boots kick out. When he's just wearing his pants, he hesitates. It's brief, but I understand, then he undoes the buttons, the zipper, and finally he's naked before me, like before in the pools.The surrounding candles give his scarred skin a statuesque illumination, full of hard, perfect contours. A body worked to the limit by exercise and war.I see the scar on his left side.The one I helped heal when I found him on the beach. On the right flank there is another. From when our carriage fell in the forest and a tree crossed it...His life was threatened a thousand times and Miguel survived.He will never die.Without clothes the wolf appears even taller than normal. And this part… this part between your legs… is simply too big…"I'm going to hurt you. And you're going to like it."I go? Because all I can think about is pain
My chest hurts.My entire body hurts.I cannot conceive the idea that Miguel will, of his own free will, die for his people, instead of staying with me.He prefers death. The honor. The duty.I prefer love, and that's why a part of me will die when it's gone.— We have gold — Arina says suddenly with her lips pressed to my forehead. — Let's help them. Let's help the Wolf King and Prince Azerai take back the throne.— Arina, don’t talk nonsense…—Their army is within the walls of Tarus'dei, is it not? — she continues, inflamed by a determination I don't know. — Let's help them get there. There must be a chance. At least a chance to win. It is not?— Arina, all the wolves are against them...— And the people of the continent?We stared at each other in silence for a long moment, mentally debating the possibilities.Is it possible that there is any hope?— This is insane! — Azerai doesn't even bother to hide his offensive tone of voice, and is looking at me. — The people of Agreis would
— Is there a need for a reason to cause harm to another, Kim?I bite my lips.Miguel looks away. To the sea.His expression is a mystery to me, but I imagine how he must be feeling; betrayed, furious, unhappy. He barely had time to be king to his people before they unfairly took that away from him.I would like to hug him, but I just stand there next to him, my hands nervous, not knowing what to do.— The Great Houses consider the people of the continent inferior. The causes of our exile. I heard that a million times growing up — Miguel says. — Many wolves think they must die to pay for the sins of their ancestors. It was a grudge nurtured by our kings over the centuries.— Did your father believe that too?There is a long hesitation before responding.- He believed. For a long time. But he got here and didn't find the monsters he imagined. They were just… people. Like us. He wrote this in letters to me over the years. He wanted me to forget my grudge and be a king different from the
An hour passes and nothing happens.Then two and three.Arina looks out the window of our cabin all the time, trying to see something, anything, but there is nothing, just the angry sea, full of threatening ice shards the size of ships.Is our idea really good?Dock, go down to the mainland and from there try to reach Pontis Maari?The wolves would be idiots if they didn't have soldiers on land too, waiting for us. Arina and I are small women. Of course, we have white hair and that attracts attention, but a good thick fabric cap would solve the problem. But Miguel and Azerai? They are big wolves. Much larger than common iberiis. This is not easy to disguise. A wolf with one red eye and one with gold eyes? Yes, they would go unnoticed very easily…I know that the Great Houses were trying to reach the throne of the Tarus before. I know it. But I can't help but suffer knowing that I was the trigger. Without me they would have nothing against Mig.Oh, Mother. Protect us.I don't know if p
I tilt my face and kiss her wrist reverently.My Wolf King...— No — he pulls my face back, realizing what I'm doing. - No…We kiss as Miguel possesses my body for the last time.Our lips tremble.I can not stop crying.He cums in silence. Without blinking. His blood red eye stuck in mine. His hips push me against the wooden floor and I feel him filling me inside. The hot, thick jets, the smell of spices and the sea, running down my legs, wetting the tunic beneath me.I'm the first to look away, push away the hand that holds my face.Miguel walks away.I sit down and try to tidy up the destroyed clothes.He stays behind me.I see the movements in my peripheral vision and I guess that he is fastening his pants, his belt.He finished.His seed covers my legs. My body shudders with pleasure as I see the remains of what we did still on me. My pussy pulses like it wants some more. As if I want him back, even though I'm sore from the ferocity with which he took me.— This will be the last t
When we board the ship it is almost lunch time. I don't know exactly how many boxes were shipped with books, but seventeen of them are full of gold that was taken from our Mothers' secret room. Everything that wasn't secured in some way was boxed up. The rest will be picked up later.We were lucky that the ship was returning empty to Agreis after its business trip to the Salt Walls. Now its holds are cluttered with books and gold. Arina and I remain silent.I don't know what she thinks, but I believe there shouldn't be silence and reflection between us. We have gold to be free. We don't even need to go back to Tarus'dei. No one can force us to go. We can ask the ship to dock anywhere on the coast and go live our lives. People on the mainland don't know us. We can use the gold to hire a guard, buy a house. Never see wolves again in my life.But I don't say anything. Neither does she.We eat meals together, then I go down to the ship's hold and read as many books as I can.Sailors don't
We dressed in silence. Each with their own thoughts. And by looking at Miguel's distraught face I can get the idea that his thoughts are even more chaotic than mine.Was your mother a Servant of the Goddess?How is this possible?That's not possible.It is not.He is mistaken...You have to be mistaken.We returned together to the tower through the front door. We go side by side, but still in silence.I need to talk to Arina.Sleep plans were cancelled. There is no possibility of sleeping a wink with this new information before us.Azerai is near the kitchen door, talking to the Iberii. He looks at us and his gold eyes narrow in irritation, but he doesn't say anything. Miguel makes a gesture with his face and he moves away from the guards.I don't look back.I push open the kitchen door and call for Arina.She's at the sink, washing the pots and dishes from dinner, and when she looks up and sees me, her relaxed expression cools.- And now? — he asks softly.Before I can speak the door
There is a silent climb to the upper floors. Each one entangled in their own thoughts. I don't know what's going on in each of their heads, but in mine there is absolute disbelief.Am I the reincarnation of our Mother Goddess? Mirsai?If that were true, I'm supposed to be special in some way, right? I don't feel special. I don't feel any different knowing these things. I'm just myself still. Same Kim as always. Maybe a little more tired and beaten down by the events of the last few days, but definitely myself.I still don't know exactly what my place is in this world. I don't know what I'll do tomorrow. Or today.Arina and I go to the kitchen and get busy preparing the last meal of the day. Miguel and Azerai leave together, talking quietly to each other. The Iberiis are nowhere to be seen, and I try, if only for the last minute, not to think about anything we've just discovered.**We ate bread, fried vegetables, and meat from the deer that Miguel hunted and Azerai cooked over a fire
— Are you saying that our Mother Goddess is… somehow… a goddess of your culture? — my Sister frowns at the Prince, almost offended.I understand your irritation. We had very strict discipline over our Mother Goddess and what this wolf says actually seems like a type of blasphemy, but I place a hand on my Sister's arm and ask her for patience with a look.Let's let these wolves talk.— I think it's worth going deeper into this — Azerai continues. — Maybe it will enlighten us about the prophecy and everything else.I nod.Arina maintains her irritated expression.— Do you have any paintings or drawings of your Goddess? — Miguel asks more politely. — If she looks like any of our cannis goddesses, I'll recognize her.Lightning passes through me.A hundred memories hitting me hard.Oh no…— You said I look like your goddess of lust — I murmur hoarsely, unaware of my next voice.Miguel looks at me for the first time in the last few hours, and his red eye opens wider with surprise, understan
— This one — I show Arina the forecast as soon as we sit together on the floor.Miguel and Azerai approach, but only the Wolf King seems interested in what we say. The Prince stands closer to the door, like a guard.My Sister tilts her delicate face to read, but it doesn't take long.- What does that mean? "Party power"?I shrug.— And this "wolf in the sky" thing?I shake my face.- I don't know-...- What did you say? — Miguel extends his hand so I can pass him the tome with the prediction.I casually look for his gaze, but he denies it. He's focused on the book, his brow furrowed in question.— I think it's related to the other prophecy — I say to Arina. — Our Sisters predicted the arrival of wolves on our beaches long before it happened. Ceisa wasn't the only one to see them coming.A brief expression of disgust crosses Arina's face, but she shakes it off with a deep breath. She opens her mouth, but Miguel talks over her.— This is a prediction from my people.We all looked at him