All Chapters of Elf To Tame A Werewolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SAELYNASilver Stallion is the more popular of the two bars in the village. It is a short distance from our house, and that's where I'm headed.When I step into the semi-dark room, I notice there are fewer people than there usually is. Then I recall most of them haven't returned from the Glade. They would anyway, anytime soon. And the last thing I want is Derrick Marwell talking again about how I had gotten drunk and danced off with Elwyn, so I must hurry about my business and get home soon.I don't necessarily like drinking. Not really. It's the escape it offers, the temporary zone of stillness that baits me. Or baited me. Elves don't generally get drunk; the magic in our system is too strong, it dilutes it; but there are certain conditions that beg to differ.Like when the magic in your body is weak and the drink in question, is Halden mead. It had happened, during the Fall Festival last year. I still hate thinking about that night with Elwyn. The memories alone should keep me off t

SAELYNAMy alternative route inevitably takes me through the major parts of the village. I try to remember what Halden had looked like before the Rebellion. It's harder these days. The memories now come in snatches and bits, but enough for me to know the place has changed by a great margin.It used to be a giant sprawling town, the majority of its inhabitants being elves. We were of one mind, united by our magic. Unlike others in Quindar who had to be bound to certain animal spirits in order to channel magic, we derived ours from plants, the best of them being on Mount Ides.I remember the songs and the dances performed before spring fires, the annual hunts and the pilgrimage to Mount Ides for our magic renewal, and evenings like this, when my parents would take us to the town hall to watch a play or two. Halden was among the last towns before the Borderlands, and among the largest in the north.Until some genius decided that we were too strong to be ruled by some "deer-spirit-channel

SAELYNAThe row of sycamore trees that line the top of Halden Hill used to be a spot where town folk gathered in the evenings to relax and get together. Here, it's peaceful, especially at night. A clear view of the village is offered from this point, and one can see just enough of every corner of Halden. I dig my left toe into the grassy soil and twist up earth. I've been here for half an hour, but it's starting to feel like forever. I've bitten my nails to the stub, I can't mess with my hair any longer, so I'm on the edge of going wild with apprehension. A sudden sound makes me jump and turn around. Someone is coming up the hill, slowly and deliberately. I duck around a tree, listening to my heart thumping wildly, as he summits the crest. He's wearing a black hood and a cloak. They've found me, then. The mages have tracked the magic. I brace myself to bolt at the slightest slip. I can't outrun a mage, but I have the advantage here, given that I'm an elf. I'm about to spring down t

On the bright side, we are not dead. Worst case scenario, we don't know where we are. But Xanwed hasn't gotten us, that much is certain.Cyran is awake, and looking at me with a queer expression. 'What is it?' I ask, sitting up. It requires a lot of effort than usual, and a headache begins as I do. 'I saw your dream again', he says quietly. 'Cyran, you said you'd stop', I say resignedly. 'I did stop. Last night it just filtered in. Your mind is fucked up, Saelyna'. I don't want to talk about the crazy dream I had, where Jerran and I were back together. The twist was that we both were wolf-genn.Most times I try not to think about the guy that jilted me. Other times, I bring myself to. That way I have someone to blame everything on. That way, I can allow myself to feel emotion.I take time to examine our prison. It's a room, but it has six corners and the air inside here is colder than usual. For some reason as well, I can't summon the magic like I did back in the woods. And I can't se

CYRAN I take steps torward him, attempting to put myself between him and my sister, when Caivan rounds on him in a flash. 'Where were you?!' he snarls, 'And why the fuck would you keep them in the store room like animals?!' The silver coated man doesn't flinch, he stares at Caivan squarely, assuming a straighter stance. 'Instinct. Precaution against possible escape. Perhaps if you were here in person, you would have done it your way…' He doesn't finish. Caivan moves like lightening, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the wall of a nearby hut. Struggle as he could, he could not get the larger man's hand off his jugular. 'I let you go once. Cross me again, Ronn, and there'll be no third chances', Caivan says calmly, like he was having a lively conversation and wasn't choking a person. The sight is horribly satisfying, because I see the fear in his eyes, the same one he must have seen in mine. 'Caivan, enough!' snaps Veesa. He holds on for three seconds longer before he relea