“It’s you. You upset me…Annoy me.” When a long silence passed with him waiting quietly, she added. “You know nothing.” Her hands fisted and eyes burned molten red as she turned back to him. Her hair twined black from the roots, darkening down the tips. Then silver-blonde coursed over it, back and forth as she tried to control her fury and regain composure.
“Don’t I?” He lifted a brow as he faced her fully. “You’re exhausted, Little Bird.”
“Why would that be?”
“You’re tired of emotions you usually keep so carefully in check running chaotic.”
She stared at him, crossing her arms. “Am I?”
“You’re jealous of women who don’t exist.” He shook his head sadly.
“Don’t they?”
“No.” He breathed.
But the look on her face indicated her skepticism. Without another word she stalked from the room.
“Run, Little Bird, run.”
He heard her chamber door slam decisively behind her. He lifted his head to stare into the darkened
Elsabet returned to sit on the edge of the bed, next to her pet panther. Her malcontent eased by the presence of her only friend. Sebastian, in the form of Quandary, let his face drop to her knee as she stroked his neck. He tried to comfort her. To pull her back from the pain and the thoughts which seemed to be forever haunting her. No wonder it’s so hard for her to be close to me. Even after all this time. Sebastian thought. Watching her through Quandary’s eyes. Her fingers curled within his coat. Feeling the soft twitch of his fur in response. He was just as soothed by her company as she was by his. Things with her were so much easier in this form. She accepted him, his comfort, his presence, without all the restrictions that held her back from him while he was in human form. She knelt on her bed. Arms tightly wrapping the huge feline and hugging it close. Burying her face in the thick black neck. Drawing his strength as she
She was lovely, even in her sorrow. He was relaxed, lounging against the door frame. Arms crossed and ankles crossed. The object of her fury now invading the comfort of her chamber, I suppose. The air in the room vibrated with their energy. “Is it you, I wonder, that powers this castle of water? I can hear them even now.” The walls. “Do you make them flow or do you have help?” Her voice was a low murmur. “It’s a hundred of me.” He said glibly. “Are you trying to focus on everything except the fact that I’m here, in-front of you?” He queried. “No.” She argued automatically. Sitting up to face him. Drawing the blanket with her. “What do you want?” “I heard your thoughts. I came to tell you; I gave you the mirror as no insult. You’re so quick to believe the worst in me.” “Then why did you?” “I thought it was lovely...and I wished you to view yourself for the truth. As I’ve seen you. Not th
“Are you running from me?” She called after his retreating back. Laughing loudly in an exaggerated mimic of how he often laughed at her when she fled their discussions. Halfway across the room he rounded. “Fine, Elsabet. Women do fall at my feet. They do beg for my attention. But I want the one woman in all of Ardae who isn’t falling at my feet. I do everything I can to get closer to you. Yet you won’t give me an inch. Of course, your constant anger, your fear, your endless rage cannot hurt me.” She straightened. “Isn’t that what you already think?” He asked a bit quieter. She hasn’t hurt me. She’s crushed me. But those were words, power, he couldn’t give to her. She didn’t answer. Which was answer enough for him. Groaning in frustration he stalked from the room. But it was clear to Elsabet, and every wolf within hearing range, that she had hurt him. Rhyers wandered down the hall. Passing her room and
The answer to his own question came to Sebastian immediately. To torment her. Why does the demon ever come for her? It was the same process every time. “He doesn’t much care anymore.” Deragan stared ahead. Unreadable as ever, but Sebastian knew the pain of it was crippling. “He just wants to have her under his sway. He believes that controlling her as a weapon against me, would be my undoing.” Sebastian knew the immense power and strength, boy physical and mental, of his alpha. But he knew that if Radix did ever manage to pull her under his wing, it would do exactly as intended. I don’t know if he could take it. Deragan had been through much over the years. Endless pain. And he’d endured it all. For his pack. And for her. Always, she comes back to him. It was the most painful love story in history. At least, in Sebastian’s opinion. And it all unfolded beyond human eyes.
Deragan watched him vanish over Gunnison Forest, seeing he intended to land within the trees. There was the slight scrape of branches and the rustle of rich green leaves. As he lowered. Sweeping his wings gradually enough to not draw attention in the distance. Deragan waited for Acharius to lower to his feet and get changed into human form so they could converse. Deragan and Sebastian met him on the hillside beyond Worthington Manse, well from the prying eyes of the cimmerii nonis, rats, that crept all around the mansion. Keeping watch. Sebastian knew. The tiny slinking creatures were Radix’s favorite spies. They were small enough to often go unnoticed. In minutes, the massive man strode from the trees, looking every inch the fearsome viking he’d once been. With curling blonde hair blowing, and his blonde beard enhancing the sharp line of his broad jaw, he looked fierce as hell. I wouldn’t elect to fight him, had I not tra
Acharius was silent, wanting to argue. But after a time, he left. Sebastian waited patiently until he was in the air and returning to the Dread Country Hideout before blurting the question plaguing him. “Why assign him to watch over her?” “It’s too late.” Deragan watched him fading into the distance. “He’s already besotten with the girl. He just doesn’t know how to tell us yet…” “You sure that’s why he can’t admit?” “Perhaps, it’s himself he does not wish to confess it to. Is that what you’re implying Sebastian?” Sebastian nodded. “But how did you know he was enduring such a conflict?” Deragan hesitated. As if searching for a way to explain. “You hear their thoughts. I pick up on what they feel.” “You’re empathic?” Sebastian was a bit confused. Wondering how he never knew that. Not surprising since Deragan shares so little. The alpha had always been a reserved sort. Even back when he was captaining a fo
Her shoulders slumped in defeat, as she looked over the edges of the tower. Her voice nearly masked by the rushing rivers of water flooding around them. “I suppose you consider being up here like flying?” He frowned at her, but the corners of his mouth tipped up. “This is nothing like flying.” He took her hand. “I’m a flyer too, remember?” But she was eyeing the water garden pouring from the edges of this tower in fountains that splayed into the cascades that rippled over every other rooftop and the bailey, to pour down over the outer walls and into the mote. Hiding everything from Radix. Rainbows were tossed over everything below. Brightened by the sun shimmering through the flowering waters. He lifted her hand to his lips. Kissing the back while he met her bright eyes. Wide with wonder, as they were. He dropped her hand and lifted his arms. Giving a slow turn. He closed his eyes and envisioned the dome of wa
They all soared for hours. As long as Sebastian could hold up the raised roof of their watery cloak. Eventually Elsabet, with her faster metabolism, tired and began dropping. Having to work hard to stay in the air. Sebastian flew below her and nudged his snout under her. Letting her drop to rest over it as he fluttered down toward the top of the tower. Just as he neared the roof he tipped into a dart, shifting her upward and moving his wings under her so as he landed on bare feet. He willed his clothing to return, as she fell into his arms. Bits of cloth wrapped around his body to conceal him while he still ran a few steps to gather his footing with her in his arms. She was still laughing, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her cheeks suffused with a pleased blush. Her wings tucked against her back. Slipping under layers of skin under his hand. Like a hand shifting into a pocket. He felt the movement against his palm. A strange ripple under her flesh.
Once he felt the energy of the stronghold steady, he felt it was safe for him to go upstairs. He needed to stay collected. If the both of them were in chaos, the stronghold could peel itself apart.Bast hurried up the steps and turned into the flat hall. Pulling himself around the banister to rush his pace. He hurried to her chamber, only to come to an abrupt halt at the chamber just before hers.The door was open and inside was Sebastian’s twin brother.Alazareth was sitting in a chair inside the room. His back to the wall so he could hear everything within the next room. Worry was on his face, and he was massaging the back of his jaw. A motion that always indicated severe tension. Alazareth was always composed.This is bad. “What is it?” Bast’s steps slowed.“Something is wrong.” Alazareth’s jaw ticked.Oh, no… Sebastian tensed. His fists working at his sides as he waited. “What?”
Dread Hideout, Dread CountrySighing, Acharius headed back toward his caves. His huge form should’ve lumbered, but he moved far lighter than he should’ve for his size. His blonde hair hung to his shoulders, a few warrior braids near his face. A fur was slung over his back with a bow and a quiver over that.He lifted the bow over his head just as he reached his chamber but paused when Alazareth’s voice summoned him back out. “Acharius!”The viking’s head whipped in the direction of the opening. Noting it was odd for Alazar to come here.Acharius ducked slightly as he emerged from the lower mouth of the cave. His massive size blocked the darkness beyond him. “Alzareth?”His eyes moved to the identical figure next to him. “Bast?” His voice dropped in concern. “What is it?”“What is it?” Acharius asked.“We need the women.” Alazar responded.“Mags and Aggie?” Acharius looke
“Elsabet?” Sebastian called, having just arrived back at WaterRose, he was frantic to check on her.To see if she’s alright. If our babe is.“Yes?” She called from upstairs.He followed the sound of her voice up to her chamber. Finding her still abed. “Are you well today? Is there anything you need?”“I’m exhausted.” She sighed wistfully.Drawing near, he saw that her ripe belly seemed to have grown overnight, straining her petite frame.“I feel weak. But better. The pain is less.” She swept hair from her forehead so she could better look at him. Blue eyes lovely.“Come.” She waved him over.He walked to her.She caught his larger hand in hers. Rubbing the back of it with a soft thumb pad.He turned his hand to link his long fingers through her small ones and let her pull him down next to her.She scooted over and he was swallowed by the warmth of where she’d lain. Feeling that rare heat he only pe
Elsabet eventually fell asleep.Sebatian was wide awake behind Elsabet. Careful not to bump her wounded back. He suspected that, like him, if she were able to change shape she could go far in the way of healing.But she can’t. Her body wouldn’t let shift while there was an infant in her womb.He stroked her hair.She made small sounds of distress that told him she was either having a nightmare or suffering the throes of her fever.“It’s okay, sweetheart.”“Why weren’t you there?” She whimpered again.She doesn’t believe I was. That made him feel like he’d let her down, even though he had been there. He laid with her for a long while.When he did finally move to go and began sliding his arm from beneath her head, she abruptly caught his forearm and wrist. “Stay.”He did. Because he could deny her so very little.It was hours before he did slip away. He made it to the door that time
“Sebastian. Sebastian…” Elsabet moaned. Throwing her head side to side.“I’m here.” He told her. Crouched next to the bed, holding her hand. His expression was rife with worry as he saw her suffering.She was so strong, seeing her this weak was painful. She was fighting against something she couldn’t see.For both her and my daughter. Sebastian’s throat felt raw, and his face was swollen from the emotions he had while sitting at her side.“Where are you?” She murmured, tossing her head. She was covered in sweat. The fever had taken hold and now wreaked its cruel havoc.“I can’t find you!”“I’m here, sweetheart.” He said brokenly.“Why won’t you come?” She whispered urgently.He realized she was dreaming, perhaps reliving that moment in the grove. Wherever she was, his voice wasn’t reaching he
“Is that?” Alazareth asked quietly. Staring at the sky where the glistening creature had vanished. His sword lowered in astonishment.“Don’t say his name.” Sebastian snapped, throwing out a hand.Radix will hear you. Mardichi crouched. Preparing to launch skyward.“No!” Sebastian shouted. “Let him go.”“With her?” Rhyers asked indignantly. “Sebastian?” Deragan grunted between the targue, he fought. He threw one and straightened to look over the others. “Are you certain?”Sebastian looked back at him. “We have no choice but to trust him. For now.”With the most precious thing I have.Sebastian had to let her go. He focused his fear and anger on the hoard before him, praying that Elsabet was being taken somewhere safe and not straight to the demon master.“Alpha!” Alazareth shouted.“Fight them back and take the sky. Go different directions to scatter them, we’ll circle back la
Just when Sebastian’s fear might’ve reduced him to begging Radix, futile as it would’ve been. He heard a sound that brought hopeful light back to his world.A sound which forced back the darkness.A familiar roar. The battle cry of his brother.Alazareth emerged from the trees, sword in one hand, a dagger in the other, and dark blood staining his tunic as he sliced through the animals before him. Working his way from the back to the front in a flurry of attacking blades. He was a blur of motion.Targue shrieked in suffering.Alazar purposely ran across cimmerii nonis. Stomping on them like the rats they were, as he went.Another targue lunged at Elsabet, trying to get to her skirts but there was a shout from the distance. “I’m coming!”Sebastian recognized the flash of Rhyers’ dark hair coming through the woods. He ran barefoot. Launching against trees and throwing his body sideways to evade obstacles without stopping. As he reached o
Elsabet’s hair lifted along the back of her head, darkening to brown. Her eyes burned red and long black claws jutted from her nails.She’s feeling what I do. Everything in this clearing suddenly felt wrong.Her reaction only alarmed Sebastian more. It meant she intended to fight instead of run.No, Elsabet. Sebastian ran from the bank and stepped into the knee-deep water, backing next to Elsabet as he scanned the ground and the trees above them. He knew that the nonis were nothing compared to the Sarabi that could descend from the sky without any warning.He curled his tail around her hips, to know where she was.No. Sebastian’s heart thrummed like a drumbeat. You can’t hurt her. I won’t let you. Shifting human would do him no favors. His reactions were stronger and faster as the panther. I don’t have time nor room to turn into a dragon. How did they find me? He
Radix lifted the goblet in Chavias’s direction. Sloshing some of Chavias’s blood on his skinny, gnarled fingers and black nails. “Let’s see what secrets you’ve let up today.”Radix gulped the fluid down. So greedily that it ran down the corners of his mouth.Radix was heedless. Focused on the visions running behind his eyes.Chavias’s memories peeled through his mind. Images of Chavias laughing with his gold-haired friend. Or playfully sparring with the others. Then the world darkened into an endless stream of days in his miserable cell in the caves.The blood was tainted with Chavias’s misery giving it a bitter flavor.Which had been the moment that Chavias had gained control over the pain. Feeding into his blood the most mundane memories he possessed.Radix spit the last swallow of Chavias’s blood out. Not caring for the taste of those memories of his cavernous prison.“Strong stronghold?” Okine chirped hopefully. Wondering if Radix