LOGINRAEGAN
My fingers tapped repeatedly against the stone table, my eyes snapped shut, as the voices increased in their tempo. "We need to do something, with every day that passes, the rogue gets even more unbridled in their actions, we can't just sit around waiting while they grow in their numbers." "Eldrich is right. In just a few weeks, so many villages have been marauded, families slaughtered, crops burned to the ground, their actions are abominable." "Alpha Raegan, you need to do something, we can't just sit around waiting." Those were the voices of my council, wolves appointed by the people of Eryndor and my Father's authority to be the voice of reason or so they claimed. For weeks, reports had flooded in of rogues, discarded wolves from different Packs who cared no whit for the laws guiding Eryndor, set in place by my forefathers. They had laid siege on the lands bordering my kingdom, killing and plundering all that they could find. They spared no one, making a bloody mark in the North and all these men cared to do was continuously have argumentative back and forths in this warm, sheltered room. Despite their continuous calls of 'Alpha Raegan,' I said nothing because I was waiting for Cicero’s return. He was my Lieutenant, sent to scout the activities of the rogue Packs and track their movements and he was yet to return. "Alpha Raegan, you need to answer to the people, they are tense, worried and only you can allay their fears," Salvatore, High Lord of Aeloria and my dead Father's best friend said and my eyes fluttered open. They met his and he gave me a subtle nod, a sign for me to say something that would quieten the voices of the rest of the council. I took in a deep breath, retracting my tapping fingers and leaned forward. They stopped murmuring, their gazes expectant. "I see you are all very worried," I started, "I have taken all of your words into consideration as well and that is why I will be taking a team of men to expedite the annihilation of the rogue wolves, which of you is willing to go with me?" Silence, pin drop quality ensued after my words, they exchanged glances and the few I turned my gaze to avoided it. I smiled, a flickering smile whose light did not reach my eyes, these were the men meant to be the guardians of Eryndor. Till date, I could not tell if my Father was misguided or just stupid. "I will go with you," Salvatore broke the silence, meeting my gaze, "The others can stay behind to keep watch while we are gone." His words successfully broke the tension, and relief tinged the faces of the others. I leaned back, relaxing my posture, "Thank you Salvatore, but I will be going alone. I only trust your judgement in my absence." Low murmur rang out again, dissatisfied voices. A knock sounded then, rapt but brief and Cicero stepped in. He gave a light formal bow to acknowledge the men in the room then headed straight to my side, "I have the information you need, my King." I nodded, gesturing for him to speak. "They have scattered my king, we were able to round up a few but the others are elusive. They seem to be banding together as well and we will need more men if we are to capture and kill them all." He reported, his voice low. "How many packs are we dealing with?" I asked calmly, a storm brewing beneath it. "At least Ten," Cicero replied, worry reflected in his gaze. "As expected, it's a wound we have allowed to fester for too long," I nodded. "It's hard to tell if they are one large pack divided into smaller groups or are disjointed groups that joined forces. However, the latter seems more likely," He added. Their numbers and motives mattered little to me, they were laying waste to my Kingdom and that was enough reason to kill them all. "Prepare the steeds and gather the men, we are going after them," I declared. "You are taking the lead yourself, my king?" Cicero’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Yes," I answered, rising to my feet and sending a passing glance across the room again, "I only trust myself to get the job done. ******** I led my men towards the outskirts of Eryndor, providing relief to affected villagers and killing every rogue we laid sight upon. It was no longer just tracking them down, it was a hunt, fueled by blood and anger. "Lead the way," Cicero nudged a rogue forward, bloodied and tied to the reins of his horse. "The rest of the Pack is down this terrain, I already promised I would lead you to them but you have to keep your promise to spare my life too," He wasn't speaking to Cicero, his words were directed towards me. "We will see about that," I muttered coldly, steering my horse forward. We pressed deeper into the wood, wet air and pine filling my lungs and then a woman's scream rang out, distant but unmistakable. "They should be right there..." The rogue could not finish his words because he breathed his last, neck cut deep by the dagger that was previously at my waist. Cicero turned to me with a smile. He knew I would do that. "Let's take a look," I said, already moving towards the sound. I picked up on an unfamiliar scent as well, it tingled my nostrils and I could feel my wolf rising. We came upon them quickly, a group of rogues and a woman surrounded in their middle. The rogues were startled apart by our sudden appearance and rushed to put up a fight which ended as quickly as it began. My hands clutched at the neck of the last rogue, snapping it with one twist and his body fell limply, next to the woman who I began to inspect. She was trembling but didn't look scared, her body battered and bruised but it wasn't her appearance that struck me the most, it was her eyes-wild, haunted and the smell emanating from her. "Raegan, your neck," Cicero gasped all of a sudden, forgoing all formalities that he normally upheld before the public, staring wide-eyed at the crescent shaped insignia on my neck. I felt the sting then, like the slow burn of dry wood and I pressed a hand to my neck, my gaze snapping back to the woman. Was she.... "Mate," The word tore through my throat, before I even realized I'd spoken and the woman's eyes enlarged. "Mate?"RAEGANCicero halted. I didn’t find out why until I trailed his gaze to the courtyard below. A familiar figure was making her way across it. I didn’t have to see the face to know it was my mate.“Is she headed for the training grounds? Cicero asked, voice full of uncertainty.“Yes.”He glanced sideways at me, “You let her train?”I didn’t return his look. My mind instead returned to yesterday, to the way she had looked at me when I told her she was my mate, like the very idea made her feel repelled.As if that wasn’t enough, she had denied it immediately.“I’m not your mate.” The words had reverberated in my mind the entire day and even at night, when I had been jolted awake by the dream that haunted me, I couldn’t help recalling her words.“I’m not your mate.”“Raegan, is everything alright?”Cicero’s concern-filled voice jolted me back to reality. I shook my head and turned my gaze to him, “Yes. She asked to train.”“And you agreed? Silence was the answer I gave him but Cicero knew
MAELISHe hadn’t even listened to my reason. He didn’t even ask before he expressed his refusal.“I can’t join your pack?” I echoed, still befuddled and bewildered by his refusal.Why? What qualifications did I lack? He hadn’t even asked me anything.It wasn’t like I would dive into a sob story about how I’d been betrayed by my mate, Father and sister and how I had lost my child to them too and how I had been forced out of my home or how I had been forced to decide to brave the unforgiving territory of the northern lands but still, I expected to be asked why.Yet, Raegan didn't even blink twice before rejecting me. He didn’t look like he had the intention to question me about anything either.His reaction or the otherwise lack of it left me bewildered and it took a moment for me to snap out of it.My face pulled tight into a frown. “I’m not asking you to just let me in without following due procedures. I can go through any trial you want me to and if it’s proof of my goodwill you need
Chapter 18 MAELIS' "The king is a busy man," Chesmal said as we made our way towards the receiving hall. "There are always people waiting to speak with him. Some come to express their grievances, some bring their disputes for him to settle and council members often have matters they need him to tend to." I glanced sideways at her, nodding. I understood that much. In Pyreth, my Father had been a busy man too. No one simply walked into the king's presence because they wished to speak to him. They sent appeals first, sometimes several of them before they were finally granted audience to speak with him. Other times, they would have to wait weeks before receiving a response and even then, an audience with my father was never guaranteed. Chesmal however reassured me that an audience with Raegan was and that was another way in which Eryndor surprised me. To have a king so willing to take charge of his people's affairs closely told me how much he valued them. "I still think it'
RAEGAN It always began the same. At least fifty times now, I’ve stood on these grounds, my vision obscured by a dense white fog. Snow blanketing my vision, and chilling my heated skin. No, it was fur now. The wolf had taken control and I was somewhere deep inside of him, watching through his lens and trying to figure out why goosebumps were prickling down my arm and spine. In this illusion, my wolf was always restless. Keeping my grip on him was always a losing battle I fought and lost. Like a length of disintegrating rope, my restraint frayed apart. Now, the animal stood in my place and it took a long while for the man trapped inside him to realise what he had done. The fog lifted and the sun began to shine ten times harder. Its sudden harsh rays made my wolf howl and lower his snout, seeking the chill of the snow around us. However, where I expected pearly white, there was crimson. It was as though blood had fallen from the sky and bathed the ground. I took a step
MAELISSuddenly, a tall shadow fell beside me, and I felt a strange presence settle at my side.I turned immediately, my fingers tightening around the fabric of my dress when I found an unfamiliar man standing beside me.He was tall, though not nearly as imposing as Raegan, with broad shoulders covered by a thick dark fur and streaks of silver running through his otherwise dark hair.There was something about him that made it difficult to look away. Perhaps it was the ease with which he carried himself or the faint smile resting on his lips despite the bustle around us.His gaze shifted from me to the bread stall and then back to me.“I didn’t know breads could be so interesting.”My brows pulled together.“What?”Despite myself, I looked at the loaves again and a small chuckle escaped him.“I was beginning to wonder if you intended to eat it with your eyes.”My lips twitched but I answered still, “I was only looking.”“Of course.” The man nodded.There was amusement in his voice, but
MAELIS The days rolled by quickly. Life in Eryndor had settled into a quiet calm and Heira had been right about one thing. Resting helped. Maybe not in the way she meant but the days spent in solitude helped me think of where I had gone wrong, and the things I could have done differently. If I hadn’t been so submissive and if I hadn’t been so hasty in falling for Nolan, none of what happened would have. I wouldn’t have been content being a mere wife to him and I would have stood a chance against Serena in the end. As the days passed, I had a rethink on my decision to remain in Eryndor and each time I thought it over, I came to the same conclusion. I was going to stay. I would train, become stronger then return to Pyreth to make Serina pay for all that she had taken from me. My only companion all these while was Chesmal, who came frequently to deliver clothes, food and light the fireplace before the wood it contained depleted. Heira came every morning without fai







