SAELYNAI've not seen her before but she grins at me, revealing large wolven fangs and I recall what Veesa said about some of them retaining their lupine features due to trauma. I wonder what happened to her. 'Uh…hello, Keilen. I'm Saelyna'. She bends her head again. 'Love your ears', she says, pointing, 'They're so…pointy'. There's a childishness to her act, but I'm not fooled. She has to be older than eighteen, give or take. 'And I like your…hair. Your eyes as well'. 'Oh'. She blinks and the red is replaced with a dark brown. 'I like keeping them on red so I can see ultra vision. It's supposed to be an ability only alphas can possess. But what do I know?' I feel my eyes widen. 'You're an alpha?' I whisper. She throws her head back and utters a soft laugh that makes me warm up to her. 'Alpha, she says. No, Saelyna, an alpha is not chosen by trivialities like eye colour. It's by achievements. Or so I hear'. Something about her tone makes me ask what she means. She leans in, like she'
RONNI probably should have locked her in a separate hut.Saelyna looks visibly shaken when I get to her. Keilen stands beside her, wringing her hands and I frown at this unlikely alignment. What the hell is she up to? 'Please tell me Gylen is being eaten in there'. They both whip around to face me, Saelyna looks particularly horrified. I like that new look, it makes her cuter. 'Not to burst your bubble, but no', Keilen says, 'I'll be back, I got work to do'. She gives Saelyna a smile and disappears around the bend of the hut.'Why would you people keep wolves in cages? What for? And who's that…the grey wolf? Why was she chained up?' My gaze flicks to her lips and back to her frantic eyes. 'Come on. You shouldn't be here', I say and grab her arm. She doesn't fight, but she pulls her arm out of my grip as she follows me.When we're short distance from the hut, I ask her what she was doing there. She balks and folds her arms over her chest. 'I'm not a kid', she says. 'No', I shake my he
CYRANI watch them splash about without interest. I never learnt to swim, and I'm definitely not learning with these wolvens. Sitting here, on the edge of this rock suddenly feels precarious, and I stand up to go when I see it.A brown wolf slinking forward quietly. I blink severally, it must be the same hallucination I had two days before. But it's real; all my senses have picked up the all too familiar traces of danger.Instinctively, I reach for my arrow. It's not at hand. I take out my hunting knife, but it takes me a while to realize it's not even looking at me. Then I remember the others.I yell for them to get out of the water, waving my arms wildly and jumping frantically. Gylen hears me but when he turns, the creature has slouched off. He swims closer. 'What did you say?' he asks. 'There was a wolf's, I say, 'Brown and..and the largest animal I've seen..' Seirmon and Edril come by as well, their eyes scou
CYRANThe trail is fresh, so I have little difficulty following them steadily downhill. I pay attention to the sounds of the forest, stealthily moving along the shadows of the trees. Deja vu, and I'm back in Halden woods, hunting for game, being attacked by a wolven that ironically, I am now tracking.I stop suddenly. The tracks have gone cold, and I can't see much anywhere from here. I scout a little, sweeping the place in an arc, but I don't find anything. I'm about to keep heading forward, when a hand falls on my shoulder and heaves me up into the branches of the oak tree.I'm face to face with Gylen in human form, but he places a finger to his lips, then stares pointedly into the distance. I follow his gaze with dread and there are two wolves.They are the largest beasts I've seen, but there's something else about them as well. I can't place it, but I'm not going to check it out this time. Gylen is unnaturally
SAELYNA I have never actually considered learning to knit or crochet or anything that requires me sitting still. Veesa has her way of convincing a person, though, and I have absolutely no idea how I've been able to sit here for the past thirty minutes or so, knitting a scarf. I'm not actually knitting anyway. Just fumbling with the wool and getting it all wrong. We're all seated in a circle as Veesa talks about the old days, when she was still a young woman like us, back when Halden was a large forest town known as Halden Woods. The other girls listen to her while they work, some even staring up while their hands move automatically, like machines. 'I fell in love with and married Tion. It was a time when wolvens were at peace, when Quindar was filled a land of different folk that coexisted peacefully. He was a wolven lord, of the king's court, and he owned this very land in fact'. The girls murmur in awe. I wonder how old she must be. A hundred years, give or take. 'We had a beautif
CAIVANPalma is usually sober after sex, but this time, she's less sober. She lights another cigar, non-cherry, and hands it to me. 'I quit a long time ago', I say, as I button up my shirt. Then I draw a chair and sit in front of her. 'Well?' She rolls her eyes. 'All you southerners are the same, business, business, business. Except you though. You do it best'. 'Palma!' She waves a hand and lies back on the bed, stretching one bare leg over my thighs.'One of them passed this way, a court man like you. No name, he just came for business. Leeta gave it to him, but I was listening when he talked afterwards'. She blows on the cigar for a moment. 'He got high on some of her drinks. Then he began boasting about something called the hybrid. Said they had reached a breakthrough and they have finally tamed the raveners. All that was left was to find the horn'. She tosses the cigar into the ash tray on the table. 'That was all. He didn't say anything else before h
CYRANI'm sitting on the edge of the outcrop again, but this time, I watch the sun set in the west, sliding slowly out of view behind the distant hills. It's a beautiful thing, and I wonder how I've missed much of it my whole life. Our cottage was below the hill next to the forest, so the sunset wasn't really something we saw daily. I saw it once, though, but the sky had been the darkest that day, and the village was of smoke and ashes.I hear approaching feet and I don't need to turn to know it's Gylen; he walks like he has all the time in the world, with a leisure gait that I admire. He sits beside me, his left hand in a cast and his left eye looking as queer as ever on his long face. 'I want to be alone', I tell him. 'What a coincidence. So let's be alone together'.We're silent for a while. 'You look…positively useless', he says suddenly. 'Thanks', I snap, 'I feel better already'. 'It wasn't a compliment', he says mildly, t
CAIVANI'm too stunned to drink mine. He's combined genn and iden. It must take an toll on him though, because one side of his face contracts, though he tries to hide it. That was the faint tang of magic I had smelt back in the dining hall. I wonder what other secret experiment he's carried out, and I wonder how much abominations he's willing to undergo for power.Presently, he stands up gracefully as a deer, and stares up at the sky. 'The skies will cry today', he says, 'Auspicious, one would say'. I don't ask what he means. 'You'll stay for the festival?' he inquires. 'As you wish, my king', I mutter. He drinks again before regarding me quietly for a while. It strikes me how he's looking more of a deer these days. 'I'll need you to visit Tussel the day after the festivities. I have a need of your…skills'. A real bump in my plans, but I'm sure I can turn things around. 'Yes, my king'.He stares at me again, and I feel like I'v