Shira found the journey to be totally unpleasant, a steady reminder that she was a hostage. She had never ridden with anyone before, and now, she had to sit in front of Leywin on the same horse, and without a saddle! Leywin said there had not been anytime to saddle the horses, and for all their hurrying, Shira could not see what the problem was. And she missed the Shark. She finally admitted that to herself. She was feeling weird, like she had felt when she was ten and mistakenly emptied her mother’s bottle of perfume down her throat – okay that had not been a mistake. She had done it because, tired of being a lone, she had gone to play with her cousins, and they insisted she take a sip of her mother’s perfume before she would be admitted into their play. She had drunk the whole bottle just to impress them. Now she tried to focus her mind on the journey ahead, tried to keep awake. She had a feeling, that if she slept off and fell from the horse, Leywin might think she was on
The Shark returned with fresh bread, some stew, a large piece of meat and a flask of red wine. It was the best he could get from the inn, and even though he wanted to, he could not leave the inn that quickly to get food, Shira would probably have lapsed into her unconsciousness by then. Her eyes were closed by the time he got to her room, her once luxurious black hair looked dull, and he could see the hollowness of her once rosy cheeks. She had lost a lot of weight. ‘’She asked why you brought her here.’’ Leywin said from behind him. ‘’And what answer did you give her?’’ The Shark said without turning around. ‘’Don’t know – I’ve forgotten.’’ Leywin said, stepping forward, he sat on the straw mattress. ‘’We can’t continue like this Fa – Shark –‘’ ‘’We are alone, there is no need for you to keep calling me that’’ The Shark said icily. Leywin shrugged. ‘’One of us has to be cautious –‘’ ‘’And you think I have not been?’’ The Shark interrupted, his voice even c
Eating had made Shira feel a little stronger, and she sat later talking with some of the rogues. She got to know them by name. Tiger, who looked as impressive as a tiger with his tall height and powerful arms. His face was also scary, but when he talked, he talked with a gentleness that most smaller males could not imitate. Rhega, The Shark’s second lieutenant, tall and lean with shaggy blond hair and manners that even her instructors could learn from, then there was Liam who had finally stopped looking at her as though she was a sexual predator. She noticed one thing about all the Shark’s rogues, they were nothing like what she had expected rogues to be. They were polite, kind, and very gallant. Picking flowers for her, and writing bad poetry in praise of her beauty. Each time she asked them why they had chosen to be rogues, they changed the topic so subtly, that it was only after they were gone that Shira realized they had not answered her question. She felt a pang as she rea
Shira felt herself being lifted, and carried, away from the smoke, towards a noisey hallway, filled with the sound of clashing swordsxand claws…. And the stench of blood. Shira buried her face against Rhega’s powerful chest, trying to block out the nightmare that was becoming a reality. She opened her eyes to see two werewolves that were not part of the Shark’s crew, blocking their part. ‘’You give us the pretty missy, and we’ll let you live.’’ One of them said, baring his teeth in a grin that was so out of place in the battle scene. Shira pressed herself harder against Rhega. ‘’Do you think you can bare to stand?’’ He asked softly. ‘’I need my sword arm to send this villain to his grave.’’ Shira nodded, and he put her down. In a flash, his sword was in his right hand, his left claws bared as he fought the two villains. It was obvious he was the better fighter, but when one of the two Villains shouted for help, three others came to join them. They were everywhere, outn
Shira understood defeat, she was alone, surrounded, and very weary, yet she fought. The sword had become too heavy for her weary arm, and her heart ached with sorrow for her new found friends who were probably dead. With one swift blow from one of the werewolves, her sword fell out of her hand, and she watched it dejectedly as it clattered to the floor, then when the werewolf in front of her raised his hand, his paws exposed, Shira closed her eyes and waited for death. ‘’Stop it!’’ Someone called from behind, and Shira opened her eyes to see who her savior was, but she found herself staring at another enemy werewolf as he walked up to meet them. ‘’The Shark’s men have fled, but I don’t think Lord Baristan would be very angry with us if we bring her alive.’’ The Shark abandoned her! Shira tried not to choke on her own tears. The male who had wanted to kill her looked at her rescuer in anger. ‘’This little witch here az bin fighting like a tiger, and now aye have her in
Shira lifted her chin. ‘’Well if you are going to keep acting barbarically then –‘’ The Shark laughed harshly. ‘’Between you and I who is more the barbarian? You once told me I would not understand an order of it was spoken to me in the five languages of Valkyr, but you your highness, future Luna of the Diek tribe. What about ‘stay in the room and lock the door couldn’t you understand!’ Shira felt her own temper rise. How dare he give her an order and expect her to obey. He Was right. She was the future Luna of one of the most powerful tribe in all of Valkyr, and he was . . . he was a rogue, slime, a fugitive. ‘’You should learn to speak with more respect to me. I am the future Luna of a very powerful tribe after all.’’ ‘’And a silly Luna you would make who does not understand what a direct order is.’’ ‘’How dare you!’’ Shira did not know why she did it, but the event of the whole day was too much for her. Only a few minutes ago, she thought he had abandoned her, that sh
Later on, it was neither from the Shark nor Leywin, that Shira finally learned all that was going on – or at least some of it, it was from Liam. Apparently, being mated to the Alpha of Deik tribe was a little more complex than she had thought it was. It made her a target for attacks, from the Renaki who sought any means to hurt Farok, including attacking his mate, some tribes in the Walik who were either envious, or had one score or another to settle with Farok, and – according to what the Shark and Leywin thought, she was also in danger from her own people. She learnt that the Shark was on an undercover mission for Walik, to gather certain information, and the reason her presence with them jeopardized their mission was because now, they had to face off both attacks that had been directed at her, and the ones that were directed at the Shark and his men. Word had spread that the mate of the Alpha Farok had been kidnapped, and that she was sick – that explained why Leywin had
The Shark was aware that he was hurting her, but he could not stop. It was not in his touch, his touch was fierce, yet gentle, and perfectly skilled in love making. It was in what he said, promising her that he would never – could never love her, and yet taking from her the only thing she had to give her mate, her virtue. She was so beautiful, so innocent in her arousal. She did not deserve a male who would make love to her one minute, and treat her like a prisoner the next, a male who didn’t love her. She deserved to be loved, cherished. She deserved a male who would stay awake for hours just to watch her sleep, a male who would love to wake up every morning to see her warm blue eyes open, in their naïve bravery and trusting love . . . . a male who wouldn’t hurt her heart as he brought pleasure to her body. She was wanton this evening, arching her hips against his throbbing need. He pulled her to his bed, gently, and lowered her lush body against his sheets. He propped himself