Red long tunics,Bald heads everywhere, no woman in sight. Kendra’s nose wrinkled in disgust.She was for sure going to have to rethink her decision of joining the troupes and find another plan instead.Because she knew that with her physical features, it was going to be an almost impossible feat to achieve.Perhaps she could go sneak into the camp as a maid?She wasn’t sure that would get her close to Alaric as fast as she wanted.And at this point she needed to win Alaric Macintyre's trust so much so that she’d become a confidante of some sorts to him. That way it wouldn’t be suspicious getting him disclose to her the name of his witch and seer, the woman who was rumored to be the most powerful witch in all of Axon.And then she would kill him of course.With her mind wandering far away the Beta’s thoughts strayed towards her friend, Artemis.Honestly speaking, the Redhead was the only reason why the quest had been made possible.Artemis had known a lot about the mysterious General
The tent was empty, not a single soul in sight. Books were stacked neatly on a desk of sorts, a special place in a corner reserved for armor, swords, basically artillery for battle, a makeshift bed in another corner, Kendra went outside, but the kind giant was nowhere to be found, and it was almost morn, but there was still a little bit of darkness in the skies. She felt excitement seep through her bones. She could go through his stuff! Nobody had to tell her twice. The female-beta went through the general’s stuff in a rush, trying to find anything that could give her a hint as to who he was. She needed to know how she was going to interact with him after all… and if she could obtain some information concerning the witch in the process, she told herself that maybe, just maybe, she’d start believing in the gods a little bit more, and so she ransacked, and ransacked, until she heard a low deadly, “Who are you and what are you doing in here?” The words caused her to freeze in her
Killian cursed for what was probably the hundredth time in that morning alone, maybe the thousandth, even. Damn humans and their many festivals! Everywhere was blocked to maximum, a real human traffic all around as naked men ran around, lashing elite, proper women of the ton… women of rank with shaggy thongs, simply because they had been foolish enough to believe that they who were barren would become fertile, and they who had managed to make it to pregnancy would have a safe delivery if struck, courtesy of some silly Lupercalian belief. If that wasn’t one of the craziest things Killian had ever heard, he didn’t know what else was. It was almost eight am, almost six hours after he had discovered than Kendra had snuck out on her own, and the Alpha was worried… for anything could happen in that long period of time. As it was now he was just praying that she was safe, holding herself up like he believed she could. The thing was, even with that belief, he was still afraid that she’d do
She needed to think! And fast if she wanted her head still fixed on her shoulders in the next couple of minutes, Or she could kill him? Now that was just another death sentence waiting to happen, because his soldiers were close, there was no way she was going to make it out alive. What lie could be convincing enough for the general to trust? She couldn’t believe that she had let her anger get the best of her like that. She had had a nice thing going, and then she just had to ruin it by slipping out of character at the least chance. And now the General wasn’t going to trust her again. Hell, even she wasn’t going to trust herself anymore at this point. As it was now, she had two choices, Come completely clean and risk dying anyway, Or try another lie and hope to the fucking heavens that she didn’t blow it to smithereens this time around. She decided to go with the second option. “No my lord, I am not a maid,” She admitted, taking on a more regal, elegant looking stance as she
It didn’t take Killian long to realise just how unprepared the Dnakle pack were for any confrontation of any kind. They were a small pack, for one, and comparing them to Alaric and his troupes of over ten thousand soldiers, they didn’t stand a single chance. The news he had brought with him had already travelled across the small town like wildfire… how it had he had no idea, since it was only Aiyisha he had spoken to, but there was no telling that the people had just about given up. Aiyisha had brought him to the Pack’s throne room, another large, extravagant place, plushly decorated in hues of gold and diamond, to see her father… because as Alpha of the Pack, it was only prudent that he be made aware of the situation. Killian couldn’t help but be surprised though, for their Alpha was like nothing he had in mind. For one, he was old… very old, and for some reason, he was still holding on to power even though he had a more than capable she-wolf to take over when he retired. The Alp
Two days had already passed. And Kendra was already bored to death. Alaric was treating her like the true lady she had claimed she was. She had everything at her beck and call… everything that would keep a lady truly entertained, but she only fantasized about training with the soldiers instead. She watched them longingly each time they practiced, making sure to only do so when Alaric was nowhere in sight. She wasn’t going to do anything to blow this second cover this time. When she wasn’t doing some embroidery, she was reading, and when she wasn’t doing that, she was helping Alaric draft letters to his Queen, or doing some other thing like that— basically things that only stimulated her brain and not her combatting senses. This was truly starting to feel like the worst idea she had ever had. “Artemis!” It took a bit for Kendra to recall that that was her new name now, and when she did, she jumped up with a start. What had she done now? “General Macintyre!” She called back, ris
The she-wolf pulled away at the feeling, a look of confusion gracing her features.What the hell was that?For one, her action had been highly inappropriate for a lady of the ton. The werewolf society didn’t particularly care about harmless physical touches like that, but humans assessed everything critically.There was also the fact that she was supposed to hate this man with a passion— and she did, or at least she tried to convince herself that she still did. But when she had hugged him, offering him her silent sympathy, mostly for the young boy he had been, and what he had had to go through at such a young age, what she had felt had confused her greatly.It felt like nothing she had ever felt before, and she could have sworn on her life that it had happened only because she had touched him… hugged him.Did he feel it too?If he did, he made no indication of it, apparently too overwhelmed with grief.Even though Kendra sympathised with the general— understood him even, she felt like
No. This couldn’t be happening. Not when she was getting closer to Alaric Macintyre… not when she was just starting to regain his trust. What was she going to do? “Artemis?” Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of her fake alias from behind her tent. The General wanted to see her, but for the safety of her secret identity, she contemplated letting him in, trying to come up with or some excuse to keep him away even. She didn’t know any more if it was safe for him to see her, scared that he would find out who she really was. “Artemis, are you in there?” She heard him call out again. Taking a deep breath, she hollered, “Please come in, my lord,” The first thing General Alaric Macintyre realised when he stepped into the lass’s tent was how distressed she looked. He was by her side in a minute, his scary blues analyzing her as his mind struggled to guess what had unnerved her so. “What is it, Artemis,” He growled lowly. “Did anything happen during your sparring session with Pollio