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
*Dale is an old English name for a narrow valleyThe distant sound of galloping hooves disturbed the deep silence of the night on the prairie, where the tall grass rippled in the cold northern wind toward the trees. The forest poured down from the hills enclosing the only access to the narrow valley, ending at the high plain like a wall of darkness under the clouded moon.Two dozen shadows climbed past the last slope to the prairie, staggering as they tried to run toward the woods, their trembling voices trying to encourage each other.“The Red Woods!”“The Dale is right there!”“One last run!”“Don’t stop now!”The fugitives stumbled toward the other end of the prairie, where the shadows of the forest promised shelter. Men and women, even children, they were all dirty and barefoot, injured, eyes wide in terror. The fittest runners sprinted ahead while families tried to stay together, pulling by the hand the weaker and younger ones.Among them, the smith pressed his wife’s hand, as sh
BOOK 1 - WINTERWomen came and went about the square, smiling hi at the old weavers, who had brought their looms out, to work under the pale November sun. Past them, they ignored the compliments from the hunters, having their beer at one of the corners.No boys in sight. Good. Maybe I’d be able to go get water from the well and be back to Teah’s place without incidents. Just in case, I tugged my sleeves further down and tightened the shawl wrapped around my head, to hide my white hair and as much of my pale face and my purple eyes as possible.I breathed deep, eyes ahead on the well, and pressed on. But it didn’t matter how much I covered myself. The voices all around soon turned to hostile whispering. That was why I always tried to come to the well at sunrise, when I didn’t come across anybody. But Teah had used all her water on her tests, and she needed more, so there I was, with her two empty buckets, forced to expose my oddities to the whole village. Like I’d chosen to be as I am,
Minutes went by and nothing happened. I heard the man swimming in the pond, and them the waterfall’s sound changed. Curiosity overcame fear and I peeped through the bush.He was standing right under the waterfall, the water up to his hips, his back turned to me. It slimmed down from his broad shoulders to his slender waist, the muscles in his arms popping up as he washed his face and his dark hair.I stared at him, speechless. Not so much because he was butt naked, but because he had the healthiest, strongest, most beautiful body I’d ever seen. His skin was almost as pale as mine, and it looked as smooth as silk.Then a moonbeam touched the trees and the top of the cliff. And my dirty blood allowed my eyes to see clearer, not only around me, but as far as the man in front of me, a hundred feet away.And my heart skipped a beat when I saw the subtle tattoo covering his back, light lines like drawn with silver ink: a cross and a crescent moon.I muffled a cry, because Teah had told me a
I knew what he was seeing and smelling: the very image of his sworn enemies.Never minding my own tears, I forced my shaky hands to undo the collar of my dress. I pulled it open, closed my eyes and let my head back, offering my throat as the only sign I could think of to show him I knew my life was in his hands.The wolf kept growling for a moment longer. I didn’t move. Then, to my utter surprise, he turned around and leaped away into the woods.Going back to Teah’s place took me forever, because my leg hurt so bad I needed to stop every few steps. At least there were no boys guarding the access to the village.The shortest way took me near my father’s smith workshop, right by the house he shared with his wife and my stepsiblings. There was a big dog laying outside the workshop closed door, and it barked as soon as it smelled me.I hid in the alley across the street and peaked out. I recognize Van’s shepherd dog, and a moment later, Van himself hurried out of the workshop with my step
I didn’t have a choice, so I told Teah what had transpired in the woods. However, I was wise enough to leave out the part about watching the Alpha change and swim in the nude. I knew that if she ever found out, she wouldn’t spare my life like the wolf had done.I think the only thing that spared me any punishment was that I still was in bad shape. And I soon got worse. Looked like my leg wasn’t the only thing I’d messed up during my night adventure. The pond’s cold water, and all the hours I’d spent wearing my soaking-wet clothes, had affected me. That night I was burning in fever, and in the morning I was coughing and struggling to breathe.I lost count of the days I spent lying on the straw mattress before the hearth, shaking and choking, moaning in pain every time I tried to move, because my chest and my leg hurt and burned.Finally, Teah forced her rheumatic bones to crouch down by my side. I wasn’t fully awake, lost in that fevered tossing and turning that filled my head with hot
The village square was surrounded by torches burning in the winter night. Nobody cared about the cruel cold frosting the thick layer of snow on the streets, and the cleared stone floor of the square around the well. Everybody in the village, myself included, had worn all the warm clothes and cloaks we had to witness the ceremony.Once a year, two nights before the first full moon of the new year, known as the Wolf Moon, all the single girls in the village, between seventeen and twenty, lined up by the well wearing their best dresses. Then, several wolves in human form showed up to pick the three lucky girls who would leave the village. It was one of the rare occasions when wolves openly showed their human forms, and I think that was the true reason why nobody wanted to miss it.The chosen girls moved with the wolves to their castle, at the other side of the Dale, and paired up with a young wolf. They lived a long life full of luxury and happiness in exchange for giving birth to a coup
“Nice show you put on,” Teah scolded me the minute we walked into her place. “Are you crazy? Thank God she intervened in your behalf. Else the whole village would’ve jumped on you!”“The princess,” I murmured. “Her eyes.”“Oh, yes, and her hair. I know. Nothing as blatant as you, but anyway striking for a wolf.” Teah shrugged. “Every now and then one like her is born.”I rubbed my face, still trying to think straight again.“I need to go home. I need to pack.”“Pack what? You hardly own the clothes on your back. Forget it. They will give you anything you may need. And you better stay indoors. All the girls who weren’t chosen would give anything to find you alone. You’ll stay right here until it’s time to go to the clearing. And I’ll walk you there myself.”I couldn’t sleep that night. I lay on my straw mattress by the fire, under the blankets and the bearskin. By the time Teah woke up the next morning, I had already gone to the well and cooked breakfast.At noon, my father came knocki
“Yarrow!”My own cry startled me awake. I was half-sitting, and even though I was still facing the fire, the cold in my chest reminded me I was naked. I lay back down in a hurry, pulling blanket and bearskin up to my nose.I noticed a trace of light from under the edge of the blindfold still covering my eyes. Meaning the other times it’d been night?“Are you well?”The wolf’s whisper startled me again and I curled up under the covers, nodding.“What did you say?”I shook my head, embarrassed.“Say it again.”His whispers now had an edge of authority, the wolf talking to one of his subjects.“Yarrow,” I mumbled.“The flower? What about it?”“You…” I stuttered, trailing off.I heard the rustle of fabric and his next whisper sounded closer to my head, like he’d leaned over me.“Yes?”“You… You smell like yarrow, my lord.”I heard him stiffen up.“Beg your pardon?”He was still talking in whispers, but they lacked any warmth now.“I’m so sorry, my lord. I didn’t mean to. You smell like th
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