All Chapters of Elf To Tame A Werewolf: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RONNAs far as stories go, this one sure has got a lot of weight with it. My throat itches for more of ale, or something considerably stronger; anything to blank out mind; but one look at Keilen and what she had become in the last few minutes turns my stomach to lead. I almost wish it was a dream. That she had not switched to some demon wolf at the verge of ripping me in two. That she had not said what she just told me, speculated that the annis had possessed her. Either is too wild to be true. "It's not possible," I had said. All she did was laugh, in a dark, dark manner that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I begin pacing the room, one hand in my pocket, closed around the stone. It's cold in my grasp but at the same time, comforting. 'Why? Why would she…do whatever she did to you?' She cocks a brow. 'You mean amplify my powers?' 'Amplify?' I stop pacing, throwing a glance her way, 'Well that's one way to put it. Turn you to a monster more like….or amplified the mosnte

SAELYNA'I said it the first night we came here,' he says softly, 'We should leave'. He looks very convinced, I have no choice but to hear him out. 'Leave? Why would we leave? Where to, Cyran? Believe it or not, our lives are forfeit once we leave these people, once we are in the open field for Xanwed'. 'We go to Asthan, then. Or we go further north, we take the grasslands, and board a ship from one of the port cities. Anywhere but here'. 'This is our home, Cyran,' I snap, 'I won't leave it for the usurper'. He purses his lips, and puffs out a long gasp of air, like he was expecting my response. His eyes turn contemplative, and he says, 'The more we stay, Saelyna, the more we bring more harm to people who love us. Don't you see it, yet?' I reach out for his hand impulsively, and squeeze it tight. 'They stand very little chance beside us. The least we can do is carry on what father and mother left behind. The elves deserve better than this, and so do the wolvens,' I say with a smile.

CYRANIt doesn't tickle anymore. It doesn't hurt. It lies dormant under my palms, my chest, like a cooling ember, waiting to be called upon.I have no idea what the book did to me, but it seems to have the same effect on Saelyna. She isn't as tentative as she had been minutes ago when I told her what I meant to do. I can almost feel the iden waiting on her call like mine, can see it behind her eyes. Or it's Halden, and the thought of losing our friends. At least this channels the rage.She squats before them, peering and searching through the blue leaves, picking small, pea-sized balls, what we used to call kingpeas. Tiny little buggers, the start of our troubles as well. I recall the weird feeling I'd get when around them back in the glade. It was one of the reasons I opted to be among the "food crew", even though Camille made me less comfortable. At least I was far away from the cursed things.And here we are.I scoff at the voice in my head, as she stands erect. She holds a handful

KEILENHere again.I fall to my knees, replaying the events of the past few minutes. None of it makes sense. The sharp hit of unconsciousness, followed by intermittent flashes of waking awareness before going back under. Thrice in a day, that should be a record. A bad one.'Please,' I mutter, cringing at how pathetic I sound, 'Help me'. There's no reply. Just the crushing web darkness, and that invisible spider hovering above me. 'What the fuck do you want with me?!' I scream suddenly. I'm at my wits end, and I'm very sure I would plunge my already protracted claws at anything, anyone unfortunate enough to show themselves to me.The darkness swirls suddenly, as if I'm answer to my plea and my rage, and I'm on my hands and knees, in a deserted street. A cobblestone path that stretches as far as I can see, winding down between empty, dark houses and curves into the distance.I push to my feet, squinting at the impossibility of it all. I've never been in a city before, but I know enough

SAELYNAI'm running through the village. My eyes are hot with tears, stinging with the smoke that blocks the air, my throat burns with my brother's name. I stumble on a body; it's an elf, his open dark blue eyes piercingly accusing, hand flung out as if reaching for mine.I gasp as I pick up and continue my deranged search. The screams echo through my very being, I can taste their tears, the blood.Quain stands in front of me, eyes wide with fear. His thick hair falls over his face, and there is no burn on the left side of it. 'Come on!' he yells, reaching for my hand. 'Cyran!' I yell back, 'I have to find my brother!' He gives me one last frantic gaze before disappearing around a corner, fast as a hare.Quain.One second I'm staring at death, the next he's in front of me and his name replaces their screams in my head. Right next to the horrible crack of breaking bone, as he falls to the ground with a thud that sounds so very far away.I barely have time to register the pool of blood