“Come. Come sit by me Shira lady of the night.” Shira stared at the mind Physician that had come. She could not bring herself to get up and go join him on the floor where he sat. They were both in Sir Baristan’s spacious library, and the mind Physician was sitting on the floor, angles crossed in front of him, and both elbows on both knees. He was cleanly shaven of every single hair on his head – his entire head. His scalp was a shiny bald, his eyebrows and eyelashes non existent, and he did not spot a single beard or mustache. Something about his looks terrified her, and Shira knew instinctively that if she did not take caution, his face was one that would plague her dreams for many nights. But Sir Baristan had said he was the only one capable of restoring her memory, as well as teaching her to harness her gift so that she did not harm herself and those she loved with her powers. Shira stepped forward to join him. Who were those she loved? Perhaps, the mind physician might
Shira stepped outside to help the rest of the maids draw water from the well. Sir Baristan had said she was to earn her keep, and she was only too happy to do that. All around, the people stared at her strangely. She did not know why. Perhaps, they had sensed how empty she was, how unworthy. She was going to prove herself to them, to please them, all of them. As long as Sir Baristan wanted her to. The female who was drawing water from the well hurried off immediately she spotted her, but Shira was not detected. Very soon, they would all like her. She was going to die trying. She bent by the well, drew up the bucket that had been tied to a rope, and threw it back down again, with hopes that it would fill with water, but it didn’t. She remained like that, bent over the well, trying to get the bucket within to fill with water so that she could pull it up, but she must have been doing something very wrong, for the bucket never filled up. Perhaps even the bucket knew how worthl
You're his. His to do as he pleases pathetic human! You should be grateful the moon goddess chose you as his mate -- and that he accepted. Shira could still hear the voice of her love instructor in her head as her personal maid dressed her for her meeting with her mate, the alpha of the strongest werewolf tribe in Valkyr. She could not understand why the moon goddess had chosen her as his mate, and there were times when she wished she hadn't been chosen. She had practically been locked away from the world, kept busy with one training or another. She had had to learn to fight with the sword, the five languages of Valkyr, and her love instructor Miana had thought her lessons on how to submit to her mate in bed. She blushed just thinking of what she had been told. According to Miana, her human tribe was too weak to defend it's self, let alone prove a strong ally to the alpha, and the least she could do was make his mating pleasurable. How he must hate her, Shira thought. Sure
It was until she woke that Shira realized she had slept off. It was evening now, the rays of the setting sun stealing into the carriage through the slightly parted curtains. Curtains! Shira wondered why the rogues had come with a curtained carriage, had they been planning to kidnap her all along. She was alone in the carriage, but she could still not shake off the feeling that she was being watched, that there was a presence with her. What did the leader of the rogues want with her, and why was he taking her. She had a strange feeling that this was some kind of test the moon goddess tried her with. Perhaps the villainous rogue sought to give her reasons to rebell against her one true mate, and the moon goddess allowed him for a season to test the power of her resolve, but she was going to remain loyal to her mate till the end -- surely, that must prove a very easy task. She remembered a remark her mother once made, that she forgave too easily. Her mother had told her a tale
She had little time to hide the knife in her own petticoats when she heard a soft knock on the door. Startled, she dashed to the bed and hid the knife under a pillow, then she tried to steady her breathing, but when the knock sounded again, her heart still jumped. Giving up, she went over to the door and opened it, regretting her move immediately, she could at least have asked who it was. It was four servants from the inn, carrying a tub and several pails of water, one was steaming hot. She remembered what the other rogue had said when he left her at the door, that water would be brought for her to bath, and she tried to still the erratic beat of her heart, but she just couldn't. What if the servants were here to kill her? Perhaps that was a new werewolf method -- kill people in their baths -- a new rogue method, she amended, ashamed of insulting the nature of her mate. ''There is a bar of soap on the vanity my lady, but if you do not like that one, we can have another brought
Shira must have fallen asleep, because when she became conscious of herself again, the room was pitch dark. Her stomach rumbled, and she remembered sadly that she had not eaten anything apart from a slice of white bread and water that day. The Shark had not had dinner with her like he said he would. He most have been to distracted by... She tried to stifle her thoughts, as memories of a she had done with the Shark tormented her. She remembered how she had pressed her body wantonly against him -- and had she returned his kisses? He had once called her lips experienced, and she had used her love instructor as an excuse. Had she grown more experienced? What was she going to tell her mate Farok! Her body still remembered the imprint of his on her, remembered the trail of his fingers down her flesh, her lips still felt tender from his kisses. Shira got up and began to pace the room in agitation. She was going to leave, she had to leave, to find a way to escape. The rogue w
Outside, Shira drew in a long breath, filling her lungs with the fresh scent of spring. It was fresh, and it was green and.... she realized it was still summer, the fact that she smelled spring could only mean one thing -- werewolves, lots of werewolves. She shrugged. She was in werewolf territory after all, and one of the Shark's rogues had assured her that no one would be attacked within the inn, and she was technically still on the inn's grounds. She would start worrying about the unfriendly werewolves in this unfriendly land once she was outside the royal choice inn. Shira found that now she was outside, she did not really have a a good escape plan -- of cause, it was going to be easy to escape her young companion, but how was she going to escape the city of Renaki unharmed. She needed a sword. She glanced at her companion who was already looking very uneasy, he did not carry a sword. Werewolves rarely did, she was told. They liked to fight with their claws instead. She ha
Farok, Alpha of the Diek people of Walik paced his bedroom. He was supposed to be working, planning out his strategy. It was a cold world out in werewolf territory, and the moment his tribe seemed weak, or a little uninformed, the neighborhood tribes would have a field day with them. It was common in Walik, and even more common in Renak for tribes to be raided by other werewolf tribes. Everyone usually turned a blind eye to that, as long as the raided tribe did not have any allies. The thing was, once a tribe was raided, it encouraged other tribes to keep raiding them until all the packs left there were scattered about, killed off, destroyed. As Alpha of Diek, Farok owed it to his people to protect them from such a fate. It was not as though the Diek was close to facing such a fate, they were the most powerful tribe in Walik, and arguably in Renak too, but Farok never for once believed it would be a good idea to loose his guard. And yet, he had his books and maps and journals