There were a few reasons why I wasn't able to post yesterday. Some of you may know I have an ill family member which requires me to take them to the hospital every day. some days are longer than others. Usually, I upload my chapters so I can just post them. However, I made a silly mistake and messed up the order of my chapters. It was very late at night by the time I was able to fix the silly mistake. There will be days that I am not able to post as we are still navigating our new normal routine in our household. That being said, I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I will be posting three chapters today and hopefully next week regular chapter posting will resume!
TAWNY It took us a while, hours in fact before we reached the ravine. We walked in silence. Arik and his two warriors led the way as Crimson and I followed behind, hand in hand. As I took in the beautiful nature that surrounded us, the lush green of the jungle, and the exotic plants I would never find back in the New Moon Kingdom, I couldn’t help but replay the last four days through my mind. It was an unbelievable turn of events. And truth be told I wasn’t sure how I felt about everything. Sure, I was mad at Althea and the Pride for what they tried to do. I also, somewhat, understood. Althea just wanted to secure the Prides future, even if was a fucked-up way to go about it and trick me into mating with her nephew. Who I guess would be Crimson’s cousin. And would that make me his aunt? Crimson had already said he would never trust them fully. He didn’t want to be the one to wipe out a Pride, a whole race that as we knew, was the last of their kind, and throw Cambiador into war ag
GILLIAN I hang up the satellite phone shaking my head to Tristan, “They found a trail, but… then it disappeared. They are making their way to the Ravine that borders the kingdom to the south.” Tristan swipes a hand down his forlorn face. I haven’t known him long, but I can tell he is as vexed as I am about Kolby and Tawny missing. For more reasons than just the two future leaders of Cambiador have disappeared. He sighs heavily, “This isn’t good, Gill.” He stresses and I swallow deeply. He is right. My father has already been here several times to see Kolby in the past four days that they have been missing. I can tell my father is getting suspicious, as well as pissed off. He thinks he is being ignored. Already rumors have spread that he, Lord Maydor is banding together other high-ranking were-cats and council members. Whatever he has planned cannot be good. “We have to let someone know,” Tristan says stepping up to me and wrapping his arms around me in a bid to comfort me. “No.
TAWNY TWO WEEKS LATER “Order! Order!” The squirrely councilman shouts, hammering a gavel onto his bench. “There will be silence in the council chambers or you will all be arrested and thrown into cells!” I look around, thinking that’s a lot of people to threaten to throw in the cells. I know for a fact we don’t have enough room to hold the hundred or so people that have gathered to hear the accusations against Gillian. Crimson and I were fools to think when we came home everything would be peachy. Things never pan out the way you envision or hope. The first night we got back from Tolba, Gillian warned us that she blew up on her father and, also let it slip that Tristan was her mate. She warned Maydor to not say anything. Like the true asshole that he is, a vindictive, narcissistic, greedy dirtbag, he immediately started to rally the other Lords and high-ranking big cat shifters from the kingdom around him. He then filed charges against his own daughter for breaking her marriage c
TAWNY At the top of Cambiador’s hierarchy sits the royal family. The King or Queen and their successors. Outside of the capital, the kingdom is split into twelve houses, or twelve separate Clowders, each house controls a large portion of land overseen by the Lord. Each of those Lords who have control of the land is responsible for overseeing the development and structure of their Clowder and they each have their own warriors and their own elders. One elder is voted on to the main council to act as a judiciary for the kingdom. To uphold the laws put into place and pass sentencing as necessary. The Lords are privy to sit in the court of councils along with the chosen elders and of course the King and Queen. Much like the Packs in the New Moon Kingdom and their order of hierarchy. The five women who sit in front of me now would be considered Lunas or Den mothers if we were in the werewolf and bear kingdoms. Here they are just referred to as Ladies. But the same principles still applied
CRIMSON Tedious and unnecessary. That’s what this was. We were waiting on the council to grace us with their presence and the verdict of their vote on Gillian and the supposed crimes she had committed. Each house’s representative cast their vote this morning to determine if Gillian should be held accountable for breaking the blood contract of our marriage. If they found her guilty the lowest punishment would be to have her imprisoned for ‘X’ amount of time. Whatever sentence they served her. The highest and most absurd conviction they could give her was the death penalty. Over my dead body would that happen. Even if she was sentenced to imprisonment, I had no intention of letting her spend one night in a cell. Tristan and I had already agreed that we would do whatever it took to keep her from seeing the inside of those cold walls. Including getting her out of Cambiador. The only reason we were entertaining this shit show of a circus was to placate the people and the current laws
CRIMSON “Tell me what this Althea said about you?” Mathias asks as we shuck our shirts and step onto the open training field. “Not much, just that I am the only one of my kind and the god's magic would have no effect on me.” Without warning King attempts to slap me, I’m fast enough to bat his hand away and step out of reach. “Oh, it’s like that is it?” I give him a smug smile and lift my hands ready for his next assault. I take a quick glance over to the side to see Tawny, Queen Lamia, Gillian, Mason, and Tristan watching us. The look of lust on my kitten’s face is enough to empower me with the will to give back as good as the King is going to dish out. A fist comes flying at my face and I sidestep the blow that would have done damage. Except, I didn’t see the fast left hook and turned right into the rock-hard fist. “Concentrate,” King growls at me, moving forward with inhuman speed. I block his next blow and return the hit, catching his jaw. “That’s more like it,” He smiles, lea
LAMIA I could clearly see the werelion they call Althea, was not happy about us being here. Tawny reiterated the story of Orion and Silas. I shudder just thinking of Silas and thank the moon goddess he is long dead. Tawny also said that Silas had come back here because he was looking for something and someone, which is when Althea brought them down to the library. Mathias was on high alert; he didn’t want to be here anymore than Crimson did. Both men kept a stoic expression and us females close to them, using their bodies as protective shields. From what I’m not sure. According to Tawny, and what I had witnessed yesterday, Crimson more than likely could take out this whole pride by himself. If it was necessary. He was probably on high alert because of the sneaky shit they pulled on Tawny and how easily they captured him. The Pride itself seemed basic, but what they lacked in what we consider comforts and necessities, they more than made up for with creativity and skill. Althea led
TAWNY The old woman, Sunu, slams the book shut and I jump at the offending sound. “It will take me a little time to translate it,” She says peering at all of us. “We can wait,” Lamia says, just as eager to know what is written in there as I am. “Why don’t we eat, first? Then hopefully Sunu will be able to give us something.” Althea suggests. We agree to her suggestion and several minutes later we find ourselves sitting at a large table in a semi-formal dining room. “Tawny told us you rescued a group of children from a warehouse in Lewe?” Mathias cuts to the chase his deep intimidating voice filling the silence of the room. “Skinwalkers?” “No not, quite.” Arik is the one to reply. His honey-brow eyes catch Mathias' holding his gaze for just a moment before he has to look away. Instead, he settles his eyes on Crimson. “When this Ashe came to my aunt, she told us where to find these children. She led us there, just over the border of Tolba and into Lewe. I had never seen anything l