Nobela ni Dusha Zvezda

Kiran had shaved, waxed even, and although he looked like a different person, he also looked like the Dravemont she had once fought on the battlefield.His hair had been cut as well, trimmed neatly to frame his face. She watched as he dropped the scissors onto the table and picked up the bowl of soup. The scent of herbs and slow-cooked meat filling the modest room.Niva had finished her own bath earlier. Her damp hair, now free of the rain and grime, was pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck. She sat at the edge of the mattress, a tray containing a bowl of steaming soup and large chunks of beef in a bowl.He sat on the chair and dug into his bowl. A groan escaping his lips as he pleasurably licked at the spoon.Was his tongue always that long?.And did he always make such loud slurping noises."You might be a beast, but atleast try not to eat like one." She remarked under her breath as she poked at the chunks of beef in her bowl akwardly. They looked overcooked, how was she even

Drenched was little a word compared to the state Kiran and Niva were currently in. They were soaking wet. The town's main road was nearly empty, save for a few strangers hurrying to escape the storm. The rain drummed against the cobblestone streets, forming murky puddles in the uneven cracks.Niva shivered, hugging herself as water dripped from her hair, matting it against her skin. Kiran, on the other hand, barely seemed bothered. "There." He pointed towards a two-story inn nestled between a bakery and a tailor’s shop. The words 'The Oak Hearth' barely visible under the rain's relentless assault."Still looks the same." Kiran remarked."This is the inn you talked about?"He nodded. Moving forward whilst dripping of rain water.An older woman behind the counter raised a brow. "You two look like you've wrestled the sea itself."Kiran smirked, shaking out his wet hair. "Feels about right. We need food, a room, preferably one with a bath and a couple of clothes for her and I."The wom

Kiran's fangs were sharp, sinking into the skin of her neck. Her back was flat against the cage rods, her teeth clenched together. It was more painful that any marking process should have been.Then, the dungeon doors swung open."Niva!" Alpha Alderic thundered. Guards swarmed in behind him, their weapons, drawn and ready.Kiran lifted his lip as he felt her freeze in his grip. His lips curving into a small smile as he felt a warm sensation flood with veins. He was strong again.His grey eyes met Alderic's blue ones. He moved away from Niva, but stood in front of her. "Just in time to witness your daughter's commitment to our new partnership."Instinctively Niva's clasped her hand around her stained neck. To cover the mark before her father saw it. But it was too late, for her father had already seen it.His eyes burned with rage."You traitorous fool, do you know what you have done?!"He made a move to charge at Kiran."Father please, listen to me"Kiran looked down in amusement as

"For I to be useful to you, you have to useful to me too. Which currently....." he gestured towards the chains. "You are not""If you can help me, then I will free you."Freedom.Kiran's grey eyes lit up with a spark. He had spent five years in here living like a forgotten prisoner. He felt like a shell of himself, and there was nothing he could do about it in these chains, behind these steel bars.But if she were to free him..."Tell me about this thing that has apparently forced your hand."Niva nodded, mentally putting together everything she knew."One morning, we woke up to reports of casualties. Thirty three members of one of our pack sectors dead in one night, in the same way, without a trace or hint to who the perpetrator could be"This narration sounded fairly familiar to Kiran, infact it looked like history was repeating itself."We sent warriors to the scene, and they returned to us in body bags. Wave after wave of men, women, children and livestock dead.""Livestock. Your

The doors to the Alpha's court crashed open as she stormed inside. The aged-Alpha barely flinched at the loud noise, standing over the massive oak table where plans lay scattered.His stance was stiff, but there was concern in eyes as he glanced at her."You're injured" he noted.Niva wiped the blood from her brow, not bothering to check if it was hers. "It is happening again, Father. Another pack sector gone, wiped out. Our people are dying, and we still have no plan."His gaze darkened, but his voice remained controlled. "We have strategies.""They aren't working!" she snapped. "You know it, I know it, and they sure as hell know it." She gestured at the door, towards the warriors outside with their haunted eyes and bloodstained armor. "We are losing."Her father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What do you want me to say, Niva? That I don't have the answers? That I don't know how to stop this?""Yes," she shot back. "Because that would be the first honest thing that you've