Cassidy hit the ground hard, her breath leaving her body. She instinctively curled up to protect herself as she willed her lungs to reinflate. A wicked kick to her side slid her across the cobblestones and she let out an animalistic scream. Her small body didn't have time to recover before another blow came from above, a heel smashing into her back.
The shock forced Cassidy to react, her body coming out of the shift and into human form proper. She lay on the stones, naked and shivering. Someone grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. Killian. Which meant her father was somewhere in the crowd, watching. Maybe her mother too.
Killian drove his fist into her stomach, and she grunted, retching. "I told you that you better have claws to fight me." Killian hissed in her ear as he jerked her head up. "Now I can kill you and no one can fault me." He cocked his fist back again and smashed it into her jaw. Her head snapped to the side, a crunching sound blotting out any noise even though she knew that the crowd around them cheered Killian on.
She had never gone through hand-to-hand combat naked, but she sure wasn't about to die at Killian's hands without trying to put up a fight. His grip on her hair was too tight, so she couldn't headbutt his nose like she wanted to. Instead, she aimed a backfist at his crotch, hitting her mark. He grunted in pain and his grip loosened enough on her hair that she was able to dance away from him.
Right into the arms of another shifter. This man was taller than Killian. His ham fist struck her ribs and she felt the crack of bone. She used her smaller stature to slide past him, her elbow coming in to her side so she could baby her ribs. She streaked through the crowd, blows raining down from all sides on her naked body, but no one could catch her to keep her still enough to finish her off.
She burst through the crowd and into the empty village streets. Her breath came in painful gasps. She turned and began a limping run to the village gates. She couldn't go back to the castle, she would be murdered on sight. Something struck her between her shoulder blades, knocking her off center and she went down hard.
Rocks rained down around her, pelting her battered body, but still she kept going, crawling as fast as she could. Again, her body reacted instinctively. One moment she was a human girl, then next she was in her nimble-footed fox form. Shifting took most of her energy, and she was flagging as she finally made it to the village gates. It was too late for them to be standing open like they did during the day.
She could feel the crowd surging behind her, and it was only a matter of time before they managed to finish the job of ending her existence. She nosed along the wall, hunting anything that would help her. There! She spied a crack in the foundation of the village wall, just big enough that her fox form could squeeze through if she held her breath. She began to frantically paw at the dirt and stone near the crack.
A rabbit bounded up to her, and she skipped backward, a terrified yip escaping her. The rabbit squeezed into the small opening and Cassidy snarled. The animal was blocking her only means of escape. The weight of hopelessness began to squeeze her, choking her. Until dirt sprayed from the hole, a chunk of rock catching Cassidy on the end of her muzzle. The rabbit bounded out quickly, thumping the wall with a foot. Cassidy dove into the crack, forcing her way through, scrabbling at dirt and stone to make the way big enough to allow her passage.
Finally, she broke through the dirt on the other side of the wall. She scrambled into the tall grass around the walls as she ran toward the forest to the west of the village. The rabbit kept up with her, bouncing quickly across the ground, leading her into the gloom of the ancient pines.
Cassidy dragged herself into the gloom, faltering, and collapsing on her side. Her breath heaved, her broken body refusing to go any further. The rabbit came bounding back. It nudged her carefully. Cassidy couldn't move. She couldn't even find the energy to shift to her larger form. She just lay on the forest floor and wheezed helplessly.
The rabbit shifted. It was odd watching the shift from an outside perspective. Where the rabbit had been was now a human. A familiar human. Cassidy let out a low whine. "Oh, my poor girl!" Cassidy's mother gathered her into her arms carefully, picking her way deeper into the forest. Finally, she lay Cassidy down on a mossy stone, weeping bitterly. "Cassidy, love..." Her mother trailed off and pressed a kiss carefully behind one of the large ears on the top of her head. "Be brave. Survive." She turned toward the village and sighed. "I have to get back. They can't know I helped you escape. It's better they think you died of your wounds." Her mother's voice was bitter. "The Moon Goddess has blessed you, though you won't know it for a long time to come, my love."
"I have it from here, Marita." A deep voice came from the darkness. Cassidy rolled her eye to catch a glimpse of a large dark haired man, larger than even the ham-fisted shifter in the village. Cassidy scrabbled against the mossy stone and her mother shushed her. "She will be as safe as she can be."
"She had better be, Tomas, or I will hold you personally responsible." Cassidy's mother dashed tears from her eyes before shifting back into a rabbit and bounding away.
A whine escaped her throat as the man stepped closer. "So you're the little shifter that had the village in an uproar. If the High Priestess hadn't sent a messenger before your shift, we wouldn't have been able to keep you alive." He heaved a sigh. "You didn't deserve all this little fox. But then again. No one ever truly deserves the capricious love of the Moon Goddess." He snorted. "Let's get you to the caravan. We have much to do, and little time to accomplish everything we need to." He gathered Cassidy gently in his arms and loped easily through the forest.
Cassidy was warm, and though the pain was dragging her into the darkness, she wasn't sure she had ever felt as safe as she did in this moment. Cassidy struggled to retain consciousness, but she slipped in and out. At some point, they had arrived to wherever it was that the man had been headed.
Voices murmured over her broken body, "Are you certain, your Highness?" There was an edge to the tone that made her pay attention.
"Of course I'm sure, I wouldn't have risked everything for just any girl." The man's voice was grim. "She is essential to everything. No one will thwart the Lycan King again with this girl in my shadow."
Cassidy felt herself slide back into the darkness even as her mind tried to process the words. She was with the Lycan King?! But, before too many more thoughts could filter through her, darkness claimed her once more.
Cassidy's world was on fire. Every breath was agony, the angle her teeth met felt wrong, each jostling movement of the wagon she was in sent a scorch of flames through her body. She longed to sink back into the oblivion of the darkness, but she kept clawing back to consciousness, fear and worry making her sick. "She's bleeding all over the blankets." A dark voice observed. She couldn't see who was speaking because her eyes were too swollen to open. "Don't you think we should stop at a healer my Liege?" "We can't afford to, not while she is still in fox form." The man from the forest answered. His voice was deep and decadent, like the cake her mother would sneak into her room on her birthday. She would shiver in pleasure if she wasn't in so much pain. "We will have to wait until we make it to the hold in Tyrrim, where Garth can have a look at her." "I still don't understand, why a fox?" The other voice replied, and Cassidy bristled at his dismissive tone. "She is no longer of any im
Cassidy sat up straight, gripping the glass of water tighter as Forest man's words sank in. Assassin training? She shook her head once, twice, and then let out a giggle. "I'm not so sure what you might have heard about me, but I'm no assassin."Forest man's eyes glittered as he flopped back into the wingback chair. "You might not be right now, but you will be." He gestured to the room and then to her. "All of this is to make sure of it.""You don't even know me. Who I am..." She paused, thinking back on the fact he had met her mother in the forest and she knew his name. "Or maybe you do.""I do, Cassidy No-clan, little fox shifter of the backwood village Serrat." He smirked at her. "You're the reason I was in that shit-hole. No one in their right mind wants to visit that far out from true civilization."Cassidy bristled, glaring at the man. "You're awfully opinionated." She set the glass down on the bedside table and crossed her arms. "Tell me, Forest man, what it is you think you kno
Cassidy stared blankly at the door the Lycan King exited. He was...overwhelming would be an appropriate word, she decided. His arrogance and blatant disregard of her as a person made her angry. Anger was better than fear. Anger could be used, shaped, molded into something sharp and dangerous. Her ire was a weapon she would forge in secret. "Not that there is any useful application." She whispered to the silent room. He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him. The old king had been feared throughout her village. No one spoke his name, afraid to summon his shade from the abyss. There were whispers that the Lycan King had to put down his father. The old king was so gone in madness that he had ripped the head of a visiting dignitary clean from his shoulders. Her mother had loved to tell that tale at the hearth, when it had been time for the prey shifter children to sleep. She told of the handsome young Lycan rising against his father. How he had ripp
Raelyn chattered at Cassidy as they made their way down the hall to the dining area. She wasn't sure what to expect. At her father's castle, she had never been permitted to eat dinner with her siblings and father. Instead, she took her meals with the prey shifters, and it was a raucous affair. From what she understood, Royals had stately dinners, full of etiquette that she was unfamiliar with. "Okay, here's what you need to know." Raelyn pulled her to a stop outside a set of large oak doors. "We will be dining with the four major generals of my brother's army, the heads of the Knights of Lenerum. They, along with Garth, are the only other Lycans who will know who and what you are.""I am aware that I am currently a state secret." Cassidy arched a brow at her. "Yes, and they are part of the inner circle. They are our pack, the sons of our mother's siblings. Callum will be the most chatty, he is inquisitive by nature." She darted a glance at the doors. "Tristan is the spymaster. You
A weighted silence descended on the table, but Cassidy would not take the words back. She glared at Derek in challenge, daring him to respond. A sudden laugh made her jump, and her gaze turned to the man directly at the King's right hand. "She certainly is the spitfire you said she was." Blue eyes assessed her critically. "Slight build is a plus, but something will have to be done about her hair. The color is too striking.""No." The King answered swiftly. "Her hair stays as it is.""An assassin has to be able to blend in. She will be too noticeable, too recognizable with that dark fiery hair." The man responded, frowning at the King."I said no." The King's eyes moved to her and quickly darted away. "She needs to be a deadly flower. One that draws in her prey before dispatching it swiftly. My decision is final."Cassidy felt her cheeks color. Being discussed, as if she wasn't in the same room, made her decidedly uncomfortable. Her hand lifted to finger a lock of her hair, twisting i
"No! That isn't right! Do it again Derek." Cassidy sat on the wooden fence surrounding the training yard, swinging her dangling feet and munching on an apple absently. The morning had been surreal, full of empty beds and unanswered questions. The Lycan King had been mysteriously absent from breakfast, and she decided to amuse herself by watching the Lycan Lords train. Derek squared off with Callum while William and Tristan offered critiques. Both men clashed, blades ringing in the early morning hush. Cassidy studied them closely, having never been allowed to wield a sword during her training classes with her siblings. Derek's gaze kept sliding to her, and again his sword flew from his grasp. He cursed sharply. "Why is the Fox here? Shouldn't she be in a shadowed corner waiting to pop out and stab someone?" Cassidy glared at the Lycan. "Am I too distracting, My Lord, or are you just a fumbling idiot this morning?"Laughter echoed in the yard and Derek colored hotly. He stomped over
"Not so tough without father around, are you Cass?" Killian's rough voice hissed in her ear, his fetid breath whispering across her cheek. Cassidy folded tighter in on herself and attempted to blend in with the stone parapet behind her. Normally, if she wore a sufficiently cowed expression, her older brother would leave her to her own devices. Of course, that was assuming that she hadn't just completely embarrassed him, yet again, during hand-to-hand training. Under their father's watchful eye, She could never bring herself to do poorly. She had always strived harder to earn his love and respect than his other children. She had much more to prove. "Killian..." Reena whined from the courtyard, "Leave the bastard alone. We should be getting ready to host the Shift tonight, not torture the help." Their oldest sister's voice always carried a nasal whine and a petulant tone when she spoke of Cassidy, leaving no doubt in her mind that Reena believed she was nothing more than an insignifica
Cassidy stared at herself in the mirror on the wall. It was a luxury that her mother had paid handsomely for, to brighten up her room. She once again lamented her bastard status. As such, she was given a room that was directly in between the drudge dormitories and the larger suites that the Lord Alpha and his family enjoyed. She had been ten when she was moved from the dormitories to this tiny closet. Until then, she had never been alone. Whelped and raised among the drudges, Cassidy had first shared a bed with her mother, and when she became too old for that, she was moved to the communal nest where all prey children slept, near the hearth. After the mourning period for the Lord Alpha's mate had passed, the Lord Alpha had publicly claimed Cassidy as his child, and had her moved from her home to a station in between. She did not lament the small luxuries that came with her half-station. Having a private bath attached to her room had spoiled her. But, there were times where it was lon
"No! That isn't right! Do it again Derek." Cassidy sat on the wooden fence surrounding the training yard, swinging her dangling feet and munching on an apple absently. The morning had been surreal, full of empty beds and unanswered questions. The Lycan King had been mysteriously absent from breakfast, and she decided to amuse herself by watching the Lycan Lords train. Derek squared off with Callum while William and Tristan offered critiques. Both men clashed, blades ringing in the early morning hush. Cassidy studied them closely, having never been allowed to wield a sword during her training classes with her siblings. Derek's gaze kept sliding to her, and again his sword flew from his grasp. He cursed sharply. "Why is the Fox here? Shouldn't she be in a shadowed corner waiting to pop out and stab someone?" Cassidy glared at the Lycan. "Am I too distracting, My Lord, or are you just a fumbling idiot this morning?"Laughter echoed in the yard and Derek colored hotly. He stomped over
A weighted silence descended on the table, but Cassidy would not take the words back. She glared at Derek in challenge, daring him to respond. A sudden laugh made her jump, and her gaze turned to the man directly at the King's right hand. "She certainly is the spitfire you said she was." Blue eyes assessed her critically. "Slight build is a plus, but something will have to be done about her hair. The color is too striking.""No." The King answered swiftly. "Her hair stays as it is.""An assassin has to be able to blend in. She will be too noticeable, too recognizable with that dark fiery hair." The man responded, frowning at the King."I said no." The King's eyes moved to her and quickly darted away. "She needs to be a deadly flower. One that draws in her prey before dispatching it swiftly. My decision is final."Cassidy felt her cheeks color. Being discussed, as if she wasn't in the same room, made her decidedly uncomfortable. Her hand lifted to finger a lock of her hair, twisting i
Raelyn chattered at Cassidy as they made their way down the hall to the dining area. She wasn't sure what to expect. At her father's castle, she had never been permitted to eat dinner with her siblings and father. Instead, she took her meals with the prey shifters, and it was a raucous affair. From what she understood, Royals had stately dinners, full of etiquette that she was unfamiliar with. "Okay, here's what you need to know." Raelyn pulled her to a stop outside a set of large oak doors. "We will be dining with the four major generals of my brother's army, the heads of the Knights of Lenerum. They, along with Garth, are the only other Lycans who will know who and what you are.""I am aware that I am currently a state secret." Cassidy arched a brow at her. "Yes, and they are part of the inner circle. They are our pack, the sons of our mother's siblings. Callum will be the most chatty, he is inquisitive by nature." She darted a glance at the doors. "Tristan is the spymaster. You
Cassidy stared blankly at the door the Lycan King exited. He was...overwhelming would be an appropriate word, she decided. His arrogance and blatant disregard of her as a person made her angry. Anger was better than fear. Anger could be used, shaped, molded into something sharp and dangerous. Her ire was a weapon she would forge in secret. "Not that there is any useful application." She whispered to the silent room. He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him. The old king had been feared throughout her village. No one spoke his name, afraid to summon his shade from the abyss. There were whispers that the Lycan King had to put down his father. The old king was so gone in madness that he had ripped the head of a visiting dignitary clean from his shoulders. Her mother had loved to tell that tale at the hearth, when it had been time for the prey shifter children to sleep. She told of the handsome young Lycan rising against his father. How he had ripp
Cassidy sat up straight, gripping the glass of water tighter as Forest man's words sank in. Assassin training? She shook her head once, twice, and then let out a giggle. "I'm not so sure what you might have heard about me, but I'm no assassin."Forest man's eyes glittered as he flopped back into the wingback chair. "You might not be right now, but you will be." He gestured to the room and then to her. "All of this is to make sure of it.""You don't even know me. Who I am..." She paused, thinking back on the fact he had met her mother in the forest and she knew his name. "Or maybe you do.""I do, Cassidy No-clan, little fox shifter of the backwood village Serrat." He smirked at her. "You're the reason I was in that shit-hole. No one in their right mind wants to visit that far out from true civilization."Cassidy bristled, glaring at the man. "You're awfully opinionated." She set the glass down on the bedside table and crossed her arms. "Tell me, Forest man, what it is you think you kno
Cassidy's world was on fire. Every breath was agony, the angle her teeth met felt wrong, each jostling movement of the wagon she was in sent a scorch of flames through her body. She longed to sink back into the oblivion of the darkness, but she kept clawing back to consciousness, fear and worry making her sick. "She's bleeding all over the blankets." A dark voice observed. She couldn't see who was speaking because her eyes were too swollen to open. "Don't you think we should stop at a healer my Liege?" "We can't afford to, not while she is still in fox form." The man from the forest answered. His voice was deep and decadent, like the cake her mother would sneak into her room on her birthday. She would shiver in pleasure if she wasn't in so much pain. "We will have to wait until we make it to the hold in Tyrrim, where Garth can have a look at her." "I still don't understand, why a fox?" The other voice replied, and Cassidy bristled at his dismissive tone. "She is no longer of any im
Cassidy hit the ground hard, her breath leaving her body. She instinctively curled up to protect herself as she willed her lungs to reinflate. A wicked kick to her side slid her across the cobblestones and she let out an animalistic scream. Her small body didn't have time to recover before another blow came from above, a heel smashing into her back.The shock forced Cassidy to react, her body coming out of the shift and into human form proper. She lay on the stones, naked and shivering. Someone grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. Killian. Which meant her father was somewhere in the crowd, watching. Maybe her mother too.Killian drove his fist into her stomach, and she grunted, retching. "I told you that you better have claws to fight me." Killian hissed in her ear as he jerked her head up. "Now I can kill you and no one can fault me." He cocked his fist back again and smashed it into her jaw. Her head snapped to the side, a crunching sound blotting out any noise even t
The walk to the village was much shorter than she was prepared for, the eager shifters around her flooding out to fill the wagon-rutted road. Everyone was much too excited about the First Shift. It was when the younger generation was considered to be adults, able to make their own decisions. Prey shifters, as they grew, were first given menial positions in the households they were whelped within. Running errands, cleaning, handling the chores that even the adult drudges didn't want to handle. Once they were able to go through First Shift, then they were allowed to leave their nest. Plenty of the newly adult shifters would be looking for better positions to bring honor to their clans. Deals would be brokered, new apprentices taken on, and new paths forged. It was an exciting time, and she understood the haste most of the crowd had. Cassidy was the only person in generations that had a predator father and a prey mother. Those relationships were frowned upon. She was sure there must be
Cassidy stared at herself in the mirror on the wall. It was a luxury that her mother had paid handsomely for, to brighten up her room. She once again lamented her bastard status. As such, she was given a room that was directly in between the drudge dormitories and the larger suites that the Lord Alpha and his family enjoyed. She had been ten when she was moved from the dormitories to this tiny closet. Until then, she had never been alone. Whelped and raised among the drudges, Cassidy had first shared a bed with her mother, and when she became too old for that, she was moved to the communal nest where all prey children slept, near the hearth. After the mourning period for the Lord Alpha's mate had passed, the Lord Alpha had publicly claimed Cassidy as his child, and had her moved from her home to a station in between. She did not lament the small luxuries that came with her half-station. Having a private bath attached to her room had spoiled her. But, there were times where it was lon