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
I had a vision.It's the only thing I can think about while Miguel gets dressed and I remain on the bed that is now damp, covered with our mixed liquids.I couldn't move much.I'm sore and tender and I just sat in the corner.I'm still disoriented by what happened. I handed myself over to Mig. I am no longer sacred. Why did I have a vision? I never had. Never. I tried different ways while growing up. I drank a thousand liters of special teas, chewed roots and flowers that increased sensitivity and never saw anything. Nothing. There was no trace of the Goddess's power in me. And now… this?There is nothing in the ancient records about this, about a power that is awakened during the sexual act.But that's not what intrigues me the most, but the fact that I think Miguel also had the same vision as me at the same time.“You saw it,” I say.It's not a question.The wolf hasn't taken his red eye off me for a second since it all happened, and I don't need to look at him to know he's still lo
Arina and I debated at length, but came to no conclusion. In the old books in the library on Goddess Island there was no mention of anything even like what happened to Miguel and me. Has nothing like this ever happened before?I remember Reeina mentioned something about ancient books talking about oracles on the continent. Archives that the tribes tried to destroy when they realized they would be taken over by the wolves, but that they were able to save.It's just a guess, but I think it's worth a try.Reeina won't be back tonight, so I hope to talk to her the next day.I refresh myself in the adjoining room with the scented water and decide that that's enough for me for the moment. For some reason I don't want to completely get rid of Miguel's scent yet. Then Arina and I have some tea and go to sleep. And "sleep" is just a word, because I stay awake for most of the night, reliving in my mind what the Wolf King and I did in that room a few hours ago.Now he must be with his future que
Arina asks Reeina during breakfast about the files that talk about oracles on the continent.Fen says all the files are in Tarus'dei's library. It's underground, right under the area of fen and other low-ranking servants. And he promises to take us there whenever we want.We decided to go after breakfast.I eat little, because my stomach is still clenched like a fist thinking about Miguel and what he did, marking me like cattle on purpose.I'll have to kill him, I decide.I'll cut your hair and hang you with it.What a great bastard!"So everyone knows it's mine." My ass.Only Reeina is happy about this, which she repeats at least twice in the space of ten minutes.— It's a little out of protocol, as he hasn't joined Lyn Nakari yet, but well, he's the Wolf King and can do whatever he wants — he says proudly.I wonder about the kind of narrow education that Fen receive to serve so diligently to poor people like Mig. And only then do I realize that I never actually asked Reeina about
There is nothing in the files, which are actually very few.It is an almost rudimentary text. It talks about women who are brought from the sea and can see the future. Talk about one of them, to be very specific; It's called Heria. Whoever recorded her life didn't go into great detail. It mentions that the leader of this tribe went to the sea and came back with a girl. The author describes her as small and scared. He says she made great predictions that helped the tribe prosper over others.And that's it.This Heria died of a fever on a very cold night and the leader of the tribe traveled to look for another like her.At this point the text stops.— It was all my father could save — Reeina apologizes.— So we have nothing? — Arina holds my arm.Less than nothing. We only have questions. Many of them.I respond with a negative wave, and that dictates the mood of returning to our room.I feel defeated.I hoped I could get some answers about the vision I had with Mig. In fact, I was sett
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