All Chapters of Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Discarded leaves and fallen branches crunching viciously underfoot, they betrayed every hurried step as Tilla ran through the forest. Her heart pounding against the confines of her chest and lungs burning from the strain, they beseeched her to stop. However, Tilla knew she could not as the shouts of men could still be distinguished some seventy paces behind her. Unsure for how much longer she would be able to evade the relentless pursuit, she crashed through thick limbs of foliage in the dark wood. Their barbs and sharp thorns scraping against Tilla as she rushed past, she thought back to the events which had brought her here.“I’m telling you! I have a bad feeling about this Rogan.” a voice erupted from inside the humble but moderately sized home. Recognizing the high-pitched premonition to have been issued by the headstrong and resilient young woman who was known to be Rogan’s wife. Tilla heard an irritated reply to follow shortly after, “Do not fret over these matters, Merda. Strat

Contemplating the fire, which crackled in the pit before her, Tilla listened for any other sound within the cave. Sitting for a while in this attitude, but distinguishing none else but the distant dripping of water, she decided that now was the time to leave. Awaiting her chance to move from his lair as soon as the wolf had departed on his hunt, Tilla did not know whether it was the correct decision to flee the shelter offered to her. However, she was aware that to not leave now would be to guarantee she would remain subject to the lycanthrope’s whims for the foreseeable future. The irksome fact of her partially towards the werewolf still evident by the aching thrum within her chest, Tilla reminded herself that it was a dangerous flirtation not worth being captured over as she took a knife from beside the fire. The weapon, used to skin the prizes of his hunts, Tilla fastened it to her thigh with a long piece of fabric she had ripped from the hem from her skirt. Glancing one last

The clear waters rushing over the edge of the falls serving as a screen from the outside world, it was only the sensation of violent shiver that awoke Tilla from her slumber. Her legs curled into her chest as she attempted to ward off the dampness that permeated the grotto, she wrapped her arms around them. Pulling the cold limbs closer in a fruitless effort to maintain what remained of her warmth, the pathetic sight somehow prompted a dense pile of fabric to be unceremoniously dumped on top of her.The surprise of their mass, ridding her of the last vestiges of sleep that she had been clinging to when he had reentered into the cave. Aggravated by the rude awakening, Tilla’s eyes sprung open to glare at the beast who had thrown the articles down at her. His back facing her as he transformed into the tall muscular figure of a man once more, Luther pulled on a shirt he had taken from the ground. Not realizing why such a natural act as getting dressed seemed so strange to her at first, T

The breeze, like a warm humid sigh of a weary wanderer that hung limply in the air. There was little to inspire song from the birds nor rustle the leaves of the trees that housed them as they traipsed through the silent forest without a word spoken between them. Nothing present apart from the vague suggestion of running water in the distance to disguise the sound of a twig snapping underfoot as Tilla stumbled forward. The harsh crack the frail fallen limb issued, seeming to linger amidst the stoic conifers of the forest. Tilla’s gaze drifted naturally upwards to observe the tempestuous gray clouds that lingered just above their pointed tops. Her attention, arrested again by the land, as she felt a pull on the fabric of her skirt. Tilla let out an exasperated exhalation as she looked down to discover that yet another devious cluster of vines had entangled their pointed hooks into the cloth of her cumbersome attire. Wrenching her hem away from the determined thorns, who had taken it u

The high pitched wail heard throughout the Yard. There seemed nothing between the blank earth and sky that could stop its incessant cry as those within it turned to see the woman crumpled upon her knees on the dirt. Her palms clasped against each ear tightly as though the sound of her own shriek was too much for her head to endure. Tilla paused to observe the wretched figure, who still trembled on the ground some thirty paces from where she stood.Indifferent towards the mysterious cause of the woman’s suffering, Tilla could only regard the woman who had impeded her attempt to hobble away with the injured man with partial curiosity. However, not finding herself in such a state of overwhelming fascination that would have otherwise implored her to linger longer about the potentially troublesome scene than was necessary. Tilla had again begun to wade through the crowd, which had amassed around her when the guards marched forward to seize the panic-stricken woman.The inhabitants of the Y