SAELYNA
Cyran places a finger on his lips when our eyes meet. He doesn't need to tell me. Even Ima has gone dead silent.
Floorboards creak as whoever it is walks into the house. My palms tingle with anticipation and magic. Cyran is crouched by the doorway, his bow and arrow in place. Nothing moves except the intruder in the kitchen.
Then Camille stumbles into the kitchen and I release a breath. Cyran frowns upon spotting her. 'What are you doing here?' he growls. Her face flushes on spotting his annoyed expression. 'Sorry. Just wanted to say farewell. Quain told me…' She shakes her head and holds my gaze for a while before she grabs me in a bone-crushing hug. 'You're one of the best persons I know, Sae. Please stay safe and strong', she sobs.
I've had my fill of crying for one night so I gently push her away. 'Ima', I say, 'Please take care of her'. Camille nods quickly. I know she will, we brought the panther up together. I rub Ima's ears one last time, and square my shoulders. 'See you around, Cam'. She smiles wanely. 'See you around'.
I feel kind of sad for her, that she could not tell Cyran how she felt about him. Even if she did, it would not matter. That's not who he is.
I can't dissuade Cyran to stay behind. So we both head out into the forest, leaving our lives behind.
CYRAN
The moon provides light that penetrates this part of the forest, illuminating the path ahead. I don't need it, not really. My night vision is 20/20.
But it bothers me. If the stories are true, wolves would be about tonight. My hand is taut on my bow, my eyes are sharper than ever.
Saelyna walks beside me, more easily and relaxed than I am. Probably because sight isn't really needed tonight. She turns this way and that, listening to sounds that I can't pick up, but never betraying panic.
Then out of the dark to my right, a large shape lunges at us, claws flashing, jaws snapping. I duck sharply and roll forward, raising my bow as I right myself on my haunches.
It's not a wolf. A wolf would be on all fours, larger, fiercer, and even more ferine.
The one in front of me, is at least 6 feet tall. His fur blends in with the moon's silver, and his knife-point claws catch and reflect the light as he flexes it.
Then it advances in my sister.
I release the arrow without thought, and it sinks into the monster's back with a loud crunch. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this; the wolf-genn continuing its advance on Saelyna like I hadn't even lifted a finger. I draw another and aim for its head. It bounces off, but he's finally distracted. 'Run, Saelyna! Go!' I call out and bolt in the other direction.
As I expected, the beast gives pursuit. He's faster than the other one, way faster, so I head downstream, where the rocks are thicker and plentiful. He comes within biting range more than once, but each time his jaws snap, I leap out of reach.
I'm running for my life, I'm fully aware. This is much different from the other wolfen. This one is better than the other in every way. And I'm clinging to life with a thread. I'm right about the rocks, though. The beast has slowed down to an extent, but still fast and close enough that I can hear his breath.
I take a turn and realize it's the wrong one. I know Halden's woods well, and a low cliff is up ahead. But I have no other choice.
I intensify my speed, leaping from rock to rock, from edge to edge, approaching the sharp incline above me…
A sharp slice of pain travels up the back of my thigh and I collapse to the ground, headfirst, then everything goes black.
SAELYNA
My palms are still tingling. My head is light, my chest is burning as I race for the cliff. That's the only place he would have headed, if my hearing is right.
A howl travels through the cold air, chilling my blood, but I continue running. I can't afford to stop now.
I stop on spotting a dark shape walk into view up ahead. Tall, massive and every bit as feral as the previous wolfen that went after Cyran, but this one's fur is black, and instead of the other's deep yellow eyes, his are green.
I don't wait. I keep on running, taking a bend to my right. "Cyran". I weave between trees and keep listening. The wolfen is not far behind now, and if I'm not mistaken, another is catching up on my left flank.
For some reason, I become extremely vexed. I allow the tingle in my palms become a rushing river that I channel at the one behind me.
A burst of blue escapes my hands, and I have a moment to catch the creature's shocked expression in the light before it yowls in pain and falls, stricken. I keep on running, increasing my pace when a sharp pain runs up the side of my head.
He's fallen unconscious. I can't reach him anymore, but I can still feel his last signal.
I arrive the cliff, and the first thing I see is the silver wolfen he had distracted crouching over his limp form.
I blast the creature away from my brother, throwing him over the cliff. Then I hurry over and I feel for his pulse. Slow and weak, but he's alive. Good. I tap him sharply on the head, and he jolts awake, so fast that his head collides with mine. 'Watch it, you squinard', I snap, rubbing my temple. 'The ravener..' 'Is gone. Come on. We must get going'. 'No need to be in a hurry, elf. Qarax is a day's ride from here, and I'm sure you'll enjoy the journey'.
Shit. They found us.
CAIVAN
If I get back on time tonight, I'll kill Gylen.
The carriage rolls by like some giant caterpillar through the forest while we watch from the shadows. It's one of the wolf's blessings, the ability to blend into nature. To hear and see anything within a 100 mile radius. To be superior to any other genn.
I nod at Ronn to move along. He does so with lightening speed, his only edge over me. Seirnon and Edril follow suit, while I take a detour.
The mission is simple: attack the carriage, and take its hostages. Father makes it sound easy. It's one of his skills, honey talk. That's how I ended up here, instead of planning strategies with the rest of the leaders.
I see a clear path ahead, strewn with bedmoss and strichen leaves to make it smoother for wheels. It's perfect. Less noise then.
Ronn crashes in from the north while Edril flanks him. I hear yells and snarls intermingled with each other, drawn blades, snapping jaws, ripped throats. Then Seirmon joins the fray and it all goes quiet.
I approach the carriage, and the carnage. The three of them stand behind it, huge and ferine in all their best, like a hunter over prized kill. Or a wolfen over slaughtered king's patrol. 'The twins?' I ask. 'Unconscious', mutters Ronn, 'They must have been knocked out by these men'.
I approach the girl. Ronn had propped her against a tree, and he stands next to her like some guardian. I brush past him, crouching to examine the elf.
She's ordinary, mediocre at best. Or at least compared to the ladies I see at Xanwed's court. Her face is oval-shaped, her skin is a darker shade of olive. She is garbed in a green cloak and black trouser, entirely different from the girl that fretted over her brother yesterday in a shirt and knicker. I reach out and pull a strand of hair away from her lashes.
For some disturbing, unfathomable reason, I'm content with staying here the rest of the night, and watching her sleep. 'Sir. What's the plan?' Edril asks, snapping me back to reality. I straighten slowly, and look up at the moon. It is not full yet, two nights more before the curve is complete, before I succumb to its lure. But for now, there's twin elves to be transported, and a plan to be schemed.
'Come along, brothers', I say with a yawn, 'Eldad awaits'.
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
SAELYNAHe looks different. The coat's still black as night, but his hair is slicker and everything about him seems forced. He smells like Elwyn.I don't trust the smile he gives me, it's too casual, too fake. Too wolfish. I knew I'd see him again. I never imagined it would be like this. I never thought he'd be a wolfen.I dust my bottoms as I stand up. If I have to escape, I have to give him the benefit of the doubt. And be a good actor. 'A settlement of wolvens', I say, 'I presume we are here to be eaten, then'. A muscle ticks in his jaw, and the smile falters a little. 'Ok', he replies, the fake smile still in place, 'I have somewhere to be, so…do what you like, which is not much, considering the circumstances. I don't care, not really'.He turns to go, which is quite fine by me, but Cyran calls out and rises. 'Do not be offended by my sister. She's…well, just not on terms with wolvens kidnapping elves'. The man in black waves a dismissive hand. 'Whatever you think, I already care
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
SAELYNAThe first arrow misses the mark. I draw another and fire. It misses as well, and I kick the bow in frustration. Cyran is doing fine. He's the best at what he does. He nocks the arrow deftly, raises it up to eye level and aims. When he lets it go, it travels twice as fast as mine does, and strikes the red dot on the tree. 'The easiest thing in the world', he says when he sees me watching, 'I wonder why this isn't a sport in Quindar'. I stick my tongue out at him and draw another arrow from the stack on the ground. I try to imitate his adroitness, his stance, but it's hopeless. The arrow misses the red dot and the tree entirely. I curse loudly and toss the bow to the ground. 'Easy now, lest you vex Archon'. Dad emerges from the cottage behind me, his own bow in hand. He is a tall man, too tall for an elf, and he sports a green coat that matches his eyes. He walks down the steps and approaches me, picks up an arrow and nocks it in his bow. 'The key to being a perfect archer, i
CYRANI'm finally convinced to take a bath by Veesa. 'She'll be out for a long while, a few hours at most, but she'll be fine', she said, 'Go on. A bath and a hot meal will do you a lot of good'. She drew the curtains, then left the hall without much coercion, and I knew she was right. I was barely standing, and my stomach rumbled now and then. So I followed her to a large hut, a sauna of sorts behind the hall, down by a creek below the village. Water was already drawn for a bath, a steaming pool in the middle of the room. Then she left me alone to bath.I immerse myself in the thermal water, savoring the heat and the steam. I could sit here forever in this hot pool, but I still worry about Saelyna, so I hurry about scrubbing and washing. My hair particularly gives me trouble; it's grown longer and unchecked down my neck. I make a mental note to get a haircut at the slightest chance as I scrub out dirt that joins the rest of my body's grime in staining the water. I spin around sharpl
CYRANI'm just finished with taking a piss when I notice Caivan leave the hall. Saelyna is awake now, and I hurry to her side, engulfing her in a hug, packing all my relief and joy into that gesture. Her temperature is regulated now, and she even manages a smile. 'How are you feeling?' I ask. 'Like I was attacked by a mage and kept in a storage room', she says dryly, 'You?' 'Same. Except mine was a wolven…two of them in fact'. She chuckles at this and lies back on the bed. I busy myself with shaking the jars and watching the fireflies come alive, lighting the room. 'Tell me, how does their food taste? Do wolvens cook? Or do they eat meat raw as they say?' she asks half-joking. 'Oh, uh…I haven't had anything since we arrived. Didn't want to eat without you, you know. It's…not right'. She stares at me wide-eyed, like I've gone crazy. 'Cyran…' she starts, but I don't let her finish. 'Don't start by pointing fingers at yourself. It's exhausting', I tell her and she purses her lips. Befo
CAIVANThe road back to Qarax could be treacherous when need be. And it's not just the uncontrollable, unpredictable winter wolves and the snake-genn robbers that prowl the woods in summer. I travel in those times as well, but using the back roads. It's autumn though, and there are rumors of gazes migrating. Those vile hoofed beasts will attack any living thing in sight. They move through the back roads, so I have to avoid those for a while, even though it is likely hearsay. I'm not about to take my chances. And it has been ages since I traversed the King's Road. It's infuriating though. I recall days (the good ones, before he became alpha) when father and uncle Teran would go hunting with a few members of the pack. They'd return with enough meat to last us for months. When Xanwed took power in the bedlam of the rebellion, he declared gazens and deer off limits for hunts. And that's not the only law he made that sucks. There are five stops to Qarax; as father's map shows. The sky ha
SAELYNAWaking up to seeing Caivan watching me is one thing. Waking up to the wolven that attacked us is another. I don't give a gasp of surprise this time. I kick out with my foot and hit him in the groin, making him yelp in pain. He mutters a curse and actually growls at me before Cyran interferes. 'Step away from her', he says. I see his face contort with amusement before he snatches the knife out of Cyran's hand in a flash. 'You two are absolute fuckers, do you know?' he snaps, one hand on his stomach. Then he hands the knife back to Cyran. 'Good morning', he mutters. 'What are you doing here?' I snap. 'It's kind of my home, so…' 'You attacked us', Cyran fires. 'I admit I get carried away…', he starts, but I don't let him finish. 'You dumped us in a storage hut'. He looks at me, his grey eyes running over my face in one studying arc. 'I'm sorry', he says at last, 'I was being…' He purses his lips, but completes the word, '...stupid'. Then he adds, 'I did carry you in though. I di