LOGIN“Well, dear, you need a mother type around here. This place is a mess. You still have blood on the floor. Did you not think to clean that up?” Willow said when she finally stood to point out the bloody footprint.
“I thought I got it all the other night, hell, I just didn’t think about it,” Stacy told her as she picked up a shirt. She put all the clothes into the hamper.
“Tsk tsk dear, let’s clean this up.” Willow smiled as she pulled out her wand. In that moment, Stacy felt the magic gather around the witch and the chanting start. The wind whipped her raven locks back, and the floor soon seemed much cleaner. It was a strange feeling to have the floor clean itself under your bare feet. A few moments later, the windows sent more light into the room.
“Show off,” Stacy muttered as she pulled a sock out of her fish tank. How the hell had it ended up in there? After an hour, the livin
It was going to happen sooner or later, she had known that, but she hated to lose the people. They had taught her so much.Willow moved into the woods looking for the perfect spot. Finally, she stopped to get some water; a small pond sparkled in the sunlight. As she kneeled to get a drink, the wolf appeared. Willow felt her heart skip a beat. He was following her, not that she minded.“You are making it hard for me to live with the tribe,” Willow told him, and watched in awe when he shifted back to human.“I am sorry, Willow. I didn’t know that you wouldn’t tell them that I lived. What are you doing out here?” Falling Feather asked. Willow stood looking up into those amazing gray-green eyes. She never wanted him to be sorry for being closer to her.“I can’t stay with the tribe anymore. They think that I am carrying your child. At this point, I’m not, but it could happen. I
She looked up to see the stars winking down at her. The howl weaved a spell around her. Willow walked as if in a trance toward the trees. The wolf howled to bring her closer. As she stood in front of the large gray wolf, she went to her knees. Fresh tears trailed down her cheeks. Falling Feather shifted into a man again, fresh scars trailing down his chest. Willow couldn’t stop the tears, the joy at seeing him alive. How had he survived the battle, the arrows?“Weeping Willow, I have hunted for you.” He told her, and all Willow could do was cry. When he came to her, Willow welcomed him. Her fur hit the surrounding ground. Willow felt the night breeze caress her skin. Falling Feather moved toward her, going to his knees. The heat coming off his body made Willow lean toward him. He pulled her into him, letting her take his heat. Willow looked up into his eyes, and she knew what love was.“I thought you died,” Willow whis
“I have a feeling the child is going to come sooner than we expected. It is too soon!” Willow felt the tears streaming down her face. Falling Feather held her in his arms as she cried for the child that she might never see grow up. Pain moved through her again, and Willow cried out this time. Falling Feather picked her up, moving her to the furs. When he stood up, he went to get the midwife. Normally, that would have been Willow, but tonight it was Blooming Flower.“It is too soon for the child to come.” Blooming Flower told them. She knelt beside Willow to lift the dress. When she did, she watched Willow’s water break. It was a mess, but clear water.“I know it is too soon, but this child is coming,” Willow screamed when pain racked her body. The tribe was chanting around the longhouse. Falling Feather didn’t leave her side during the birthing.“Willow breath!” Blooming Flower yelled at her when Willow
Willow covered her body with her hands, but it didn’t hide much from his eyes. The way he stood looking at her, wanting something she didn’t understand. Falling Feather lay back on the furs, his body pressed to hers. Willow gasped when his finger pressed into her thigh. Falling Feather ran his hand down the front of her body, feeling her body quiver at his touch. Slowly, he trailed the hand back up to her breast. Willow couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of what he was doing. His other hand trailed down her body. The fact that he knew she was pure made him take his time with her. Falling Feather didn’t want to harm her; he wanted her to enjoy what they were doing.A slight pain made her stop kissing him; the pain slipped up her body, then stopped when he stopped moving. Falling Feather didn’t want to hurt her, but she was so tight that he couldn’t stop for long. Willow could see the sweat starting to bead on his forehead. Falling Feather mo
“I would be honored,” Willow told him. She didn’t know how she would let him leave. When he pulled away from her, Willow almost went with him. Falling Feather looked at her with a smile; it was sexy as hell.“Tomorrow you will become my bride!” Falling Feather told her, then left the long house. Willow felt flushed when he left. The thoughts running around in her mind were naughty, but a woman can dream. She heard people outside. Willow went to see what was going on. Chief Falling Feather was going to make an announcement. All the women were sure he would announce who he would wed.“Willow, come here, please.” She almost jumped out of her skin when the Chief called her over to him. Willow pushed her hair behind her when she walked up to him. The women were talking to themselves about how he couldn’t marry her. When she stood beside him, he took her hand and kissed it. The tribe started to cheer, well,
“Willow?” She turned to see a young woman standing in the door of her longhouse. Willow loved the space she had in her home. Normally, more than one family would live in one. Since she was the medicine woman, she had the right to one for the herbs to dry.“Enter, child,” Willow said. The young woman had come into the tent holding her belly. Willow sighed, knowing that she had regrets about sleeping with the boy. This was one of the reasons she hated being a medicine woman. So many of the young women would have a night of passion with a man, and then that young buck would pass them up for another young woman. The tribe didn’t like it when they would give that child up. Willow had been talked to before about this.“I think I am with child. I can’t carry this child.” She had heard this so many times and told the girls the same thing every time.“You have made your bed, my dear; I can’t and won’t harm the child you carry. Understand that if you kill that child, it will hang over your head







