We had dinner sitting there, together by the fire. The rabbit was delicious. We hardly said a word, too busy devouring it straight from the skewer.
The wolf kept chuckling as he watched me eat the rabbit leg he gave me, tearing the meat with my teeth and gnawing at the bone. After that, we polished off the stew, and had the water as soup. When we finished, he handed me a bowl full of blueberries and took out what we’d used for dinner, including the skewer with the rabbit skeleton.
“Are you leaving it all outside?” I asked, surprised.
“The last thing we need is a mountain lion sneaking in for a snack while we sleep,” he replied. “You’re enough of a temptation for them. Rumor has it they like you.”
I blushed up to my ears.
“The Alpha told you?” I asked in a thread of voice.
He crouched down before me and took the bowl from my hands.
“What are you talking about, child?”
His hardened voice sent a chill down my spine.
“Answer
I was sorting our supplies when the wolf jumped from the pallet, where he was laying, to go stand past the fire and face the entrance to the cave on the alert. I paused what I was doing and heard footsteps in the snow. A moment later, a tall figure wrapped in a white fur cloak blocked the light coming in from the outside.“Look at you!”I recognized the princess’ voice. She took two steps into the cave, a hand on her hip. To my surprise, the wolf lowered his head and flattened his ears.“The whole castle is asking about you and here you are, playing the puppy with a crush! Come, let me speak to Joy alone.”The princess stepped aside and the wolf trotted out, taking the scolding. She shook her head, snorting, and smiled at me.“Hello, little one.”“My lady,” I murmured, bowing my head.“Looks like you’re making it work here,” she said.“I am, my lady.
I recalled the Alpha’s reaction by the waterfall, and the face of the long-haired prince at the village square, when they’d seen me for the first time.“But your brothers—” I muttered.“You only have to mind one of them,” she replied. “Look at me, Joy. I know what it’s like to be different. You’re so much more than the color of your eyes, your hair, your skin. It’s your soul what determines if you’re good or bad, worthy of love, respect or rejection. But if you don’t believe it yourself, nobody will never see past the way you look.”I looked down with tears in my eyes, but she pinched my chin to make me face her. She held my eyes with a warm smile until I smiled back and nodded.“So, a few drops to wash your hair. It’ll help it grow strong, healthy and smelling good,” she said, running her fingers through her thick blond mane.“Anise,”
While we had dinner, I tried to ask about the hunt the princess had mentioned. But his answers were vague, evasive. So I tried another approach.“Shouldn’t I go too? I always helped Teah with the refugees.”“Your friend can do it by herself,” he grunted.I just nodded, understanding he didn’t want to talk about it. So I asked him about the humans working at the castle, whom I would soon join.“They’re mothers whose children have already joined the pack. Once that happens, they’re given the choice of going back to the village or staying to work for us. They all chose to stay,” he replied, and there was a cold edge to his voice.“What is it, my lord?”“I wish my sister hadn’t talked to you about it,” he grunted. “Guess now you can’t wait for winter to be over.”“Why would I, my lord? To leave here?”He let out a
I folded the black ribbon as I whipped my tears, his last words still ringing in my ears.“God willing, I’ll be back tomorrow night.”It was going to be two long miserable days. Because of his absence, and because I had no way to know if he was fine. I’d never seen the battles that took place in the prairie, north of the Red Woods. But helping Teah care for the surviving fugitives was enough to figure they were brutal.I’d never doubted the might and skill of wolves, but this particular battle was tinged with the fear of what could happen to him, the only wolf of the Dale I cared about.As usual, I decided to keep busy and distracted. I cleaned the cave down to the last corner, washed all my clothes and his, gathered water, and enough pine needles to make three pallets.I’d found a hatchet in one of the trunks, so I grabbed it and headed to the woods. There was a fallen tree near the ledge that could provide all
It was hard for me to sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, my head was full of images of fight and slaughter. I managed to fall asleep just before dawn. A shallow, restless sleep from which I woke up with a jolt several times.Until a hand on my shoulder made me sat up sharply. Brenan handed me a steamy cup of tea with a quick smile.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you about all that last night,” he said.“Thank you,” I muttered, accepting the tea.“It’s hard to keep in mind he’s your mate,” he went on, coming to sit in front of me by the fire. “You know, you being human and all that.”“It doesn’t happen often, does it?”“Often?” he repeated, laughing. “I think the last time it happened was some centuries ago!”“Oh.”“I was thinking,” he said, denying me any chance to keep asking any questions. “You need a table. How about we build one? And maybe we can also build another seat.”“It would be great! Thanks!”
I shrugged and my grimace made him chuckle. As soon as I was done eating, he made me sit straddling his lap. His arm circled my waist while his other hand sneaked underneath my shirt. My breast rose to fill his palm as usual.“Do you feel it?” he asked. “My hand doesn’t quite cover it like before.”He took my shirt off and added his mouth and his nose to his exploration. I let him do, my arms around his shoulders and my head back, shivering and sighing to his whim.“And your essence is stronger,” he said. “Just like the taste of your skin.”His nose circled my nipple and I quivered from head to toes when he licked my skin before sniffing it.“Irresistible,” he muttered, seeking my lips to kiss me deep.“You’re changing, my child,” he said. “When will you turn sixteen?”“I did the day the princes came to the village,” I replied.
I complained when he left my body. But it was only for a moment, for him to kneel between my legs. His finger sank into my womb again, just as his tongue licked the folds of my skin. I let out a cry, wriggling and gasping, feeling the pleasure was so much, my breast was about to burst. I melted against his lips, struggling to just keep breathing.Then he made me roll over and lie on my belly, and his face stuck to my buttocks. I moaned and wriggled again, stunned by what he made me feel. His tongue ran between my buttocks, licking my tight flesh down to my womb.My back felt like about to break as I tried to push against his face.He grabbed one of my buttocks to kept them apart and kept licking and kissing my groin. And at the same time, his finger slid into my womb again.The friction made me cry out loud, as he moved it in and out faster. It was a hot throbbing that seemed to steal my breath away. I could only pay attention to it, oblivious to anything
February brought more snow, and two more skirmishes in the prairie. Brenan came back to keep me company on those nights of quiet anguish.Both times, he arrived with his brothers, carrying more supplies in trunks that replaced those they’d brought before.“Soon we’ll run out of space for all the things you have here,” he teased when we were left alone for the third time. He studied me and frowned. “Love suits you, Joy. You don’t look like a frightened rabbit anymore. Soon you’ll be a beautiful woman.”I blushed up to my ears, making him laugh.I was alarmed when the wolf didn’t come back the next day. Brenan was doing his best to distract me when a raven appeared to perch on the ledge, right outside the entrance to the cave. Brenan reached out and the raven jumped to his wrist.“Scratch. Tomorrow,” the raven cawed, in a perfect mimic of the princess’ voice.“Thank
This time, we found two male wolves standing outside an open door. I thought one of them could be the long-haired prince that came to the village every winter, his hair in a ponytail like back in January. He rested his hands on his hips, and looked like waiting for the other one to finish reading a paper he had in his hands. The reading wolf, standing at the doorway, might very well have been one of his two short-haired brothers.We were ten steps away when the one reading looked up with a scowl, pursing his nose like he was sniffing the air. His blue eyes looked straight at me with a glare that caused me a chill.The other prince turned to us. He hardly glanced at me before nodding at Ronda. The one with short hair ignored her completely, still glaring at me as we got closer to them. Before looking down, I got a glimpse of his nostrils slightly flapping, and I thought I heard him growl or snort under his breath. I sank my head between my shoulders, fighting back my ur
Ronda came when I was just back from taking the lunch tray to the kitchens. She was carrying two baskets full of the bright green lotion wolves used for their baths.She made me change my clothes, because they smelled of food, handed me one of the baskets and led me down the hall past the bend near my room. I’d never been past that bend. An old stone staircase started at the end of the bend, and Ronda led me up the stairs.The main level of the castle left me speechless, because it was like a fairy palace. Tall ceilings and wide hallways, with bright colorful tapestry and large painting hanging from the stone walls. The floors were made of big tiles of a white smooth streaked stone she called marble.Ronda wouldn’t let me pause to admire my surroundings, taking me down two broad hallways with heavy doors at both sides. Four wolfs were coming from the other end of the second hall, laughing like they were having the funniest of conversations,
The next morning, I found the cuff of his shirt showing out the trunk with my clothes. I took it and pressed it against my face, smiling. If I couldn’t spend the day with him, at least I could start it with his exquisite scent.Over breakfast, the list that Helga had given me passed from hand to hand around the healers’ table, causing murmurs and surprise.Kendra greeted me with her usual stern nod when I went to the kitchens. Heather hurried to me with her short, quick steps.“There you are, lionet. Come, come, we have a ton of peas to peel,” she said, nodding to the table where Rose and Primrose were working.I followed her, surprised by her friendly welcome. While Heather and Rose made room for me between them, I handed Primrose a small flask wrapped in a strip of paper.“For your finger,” I said, keeping my voice down. “This will help it heal and ease the pain. I wrote down the instructions for you.&rdq
He led me down a hallway that smelled of citrus and the oil from the lamps. We walked down a staircase with smooth steps, and then another hallway until a place that threw me off. It felt like we were outdoors, but the temperature and the stillness of the air told me we were still inside. It had to be a huge place. Then I noticed the humidity in the air. The floor was covered with big carved tiles, warm under my bare feet.The wolf put the small crate with his lotions and brushes in my hands.“Wait here, my child,” he said, kissing me.He walked away and I heard him take his clothes off before letting out that muffled gasp he couldn’t help when he changed. A moment later, he rubbed his furry head against my cheek.I took off the ribbon covering my eyes with a bright grin. He looked up and around, inviting me to do the same.The place was a true wonder. It was a hall large enough to fit three or four two-story village houses in it.
I nodded, pretending to read the woman’s small, tight handwriting, but I actually could only recognize the vowels.“Of course. I have them ready right tomorrow.”“That would be great. I can bring them to them.”“Wouldn’t you have any trouble, if they see you come back from this side with a basket of medicines?”“You’re right. I didn’t think about it.”“What time do you start your shift?”“It’s the dinner shift, from six to midnight.”“Good. I’ll take everything to the kitchens tomorrow, with detailed instructions for every remedy.”“You better come about this time, after we serve dinner upstairs.”“Of course. We can’t make them wait.”“Thank you, Joy.” Helga’s smile was open and honest. “I knew the rumors couldn’t be true.”
I stayed in the kitchens, helping anyway I could, until Kendra waved me over.“Enough for today, child. You’ve worked well, and you can come back tomorrow if you want.”I nodded with a quick bow, happy like Christmas. Before leaving, I waved goodbye at the three women. They were observing me, and flashed quick smiles at me.I found Tilda walking out of her chamber to go to Marla’s. She greeted me with a rare warm smile.“I’ve never seen you so happy,” she said, motioning for me to join her.“It’s the first time in my life I’m among humans who don’t insult me or abuse me because of how I look. I never thought it possible.”She paused to face me, and her grimace gave me a bad feeling. Especially because she hesitated before speaking.“You’re not supposed to know about it, but the cooks were warned against making any comment about your looks. They were in
That morning, I wore the dress I’d tried the night before, with the apron and the bonnet. For the first time since I’d gotten to the castle, I didn’t feel any pain in the arm the mountain lion had injured. I decided to let it be, putting the sling in the apron pocket just in case. I left my room carrying the tray with the dinner we’d never gotten to eat.I realized it was later than I’d thought when I found Almond and another woman cleaning Tilda’s chamber. Almond smiled hi at me. I noticed she didn’t look so congested anymore. I touched my nose, raising my eyebrows, and she nodded with another smile.Tilda came in from the other chambers and I faced them with my most docile ways, showing her the tray in my hands.“I’m taking this to the kitchens. Do you need anything from there? If not, I’d like to see if I can help there.”“Where’s your sling?” she asked.“I
I pushed my body against his hips, ignoring his attempt to stop me, and he froze for a long moment, to make sure I wasn’t in any kind of pain.His hips moved cautiously back, only a little, and then pushed forward again, his hands grabbing my waist to keep me from trying it again. Next, one of his hands moved under me to reach my groin. His fingers sneaked between the folds of my skin to rub my clit as his hips moved again, in synch with his fingers.I moaned and shivered, covered in sweat, my heart pounding in my chest, feeling him thrust inside me.He only let his need took over when he realized I was reaching my limit. Then his growls mixed with my moans and his hips pushed faster. I melted against his fingers at the same time he poured his seed in my guts, his fire becoming a part of my own climax.He dropped himself on top of me, panting, wrapping me in his intoxicating scent and warmth. He didn’t rush to leave my body, holding me out of
That afternoon, after a couple of hours studying with Aine in the meadow, I got back to my room to find something wrapped in fabric on my bed.I opened it and blushed so hard my ears burned. It was a translucent, low-cut petticoat. The short bodice wouldn’t cover my navel, and the long skirt was made with two independent folds of fabric that didn’t close by the front, nor behind.Then I noticed the small piece of paper that had fallen on the bearskin. I grabbed it and found three words written in a right-atilt, beautiful handwriting, big and clear so I could read it without any problem: I love you.I kissed the paper with tears in my eyes.That evening, I wore the daring petticoat, but decided to play a little joke on the wolf. So I put on one of the work dresses from my trunk, closed from the high collar down to my feet. I was adding apron and bonnet to the attire when Helga brought my dinner. She looked me up and down with a questio