로그인Neither of us can look away as the cord begins to slip. She’s holding her breath and I pause, bending to steal it from her with another kiss. I bend to meet her mouth with my own, only to pause. There’s shouting outside the door. I draw back, glancing down at Lana. She’s frowning, confused as she watches me. Wondering why I’ve pulled back.
There’s another muffled from outside in the courtyard, over the torrential rain it’s hard to make out the exact words, but the name Lana is undeniable. I watch her face, and the moment that recognition overtakes her desire. Her eyes widen and she flushes, spinning suddenly into the door. So close to the panels that she seems to bounce off it. She’s scrambling for the look like a captive promise freedom and all my unspent passion fades as quickly as it came. I put a hand on her shoulder and she jumps, startled as she looks back at me, unable to meet my eyes. Whatever magic spell was holding us, it’s broken now. ‘Take a moment,’ I warn her, my voice far calmer than I feel. Low and gravelly, catching in my throat. She stares at my shoulder and I see her inhale. Whoever is looking for her, shouts again. But she closes her eyes, gathering herself. I hesitate before catching the side of her face with my palm once more. She blinks, looking up at me, wary now and I let my fingers fall away. ‘Your dress,’ I gesture to the open fasten and she curses beneath her breath. Fingers fumbling with the bow. I watch the door, fighting the sudden surge of lust that’s so quick to return and betray me. She turns then, back to the door and lifts her chin. She’s ready to face what’s beyond. I can’t help the sick sense of jealousy, it sounds like a man calling. Claim her! Kilak snarls as I reach around her to unlatch the door, letting it swing open under its own weight. The skies are still pitch black, low hanging clouds pelting the cobblestones with heavy rain. No wonder she was soaked. ‘Lana!’ There’s no denying the man’s voice and she steps out into the courtyard towards the noise. ‘I’m here!,’ she calls softly and he spins. He’s taller than most men I’ve met. His long red hair pulled into a knot at the back of his head. Kill him! Kilak is being unreasonable, but I can’t help the possessive surge I feel as the red-haired giant's expression relaxes at the sight of her. He looks like a descendant from the Northmen in Boren. I wonder if any of my contacts know him. ‘Where have you been?’ It’s another figure who dives out from the side that throws herself at Lana. I pause, watching as the two women quickly embrace. ‘I was looking for you,’ Lana retorts as they step back from another, ‘I got the wrong room,’ she explains and the dark-haired stranger laughs. The unexpected sound steals all the tension between the pair of them. ‘Oh Lana,’ the woman lifts her hand, pushing it through dark hair, ‘I thought’d get washed away in the storm, or fell down a well or something.’ ‘I’m not that accident prone!’ Lana’s flushing, and I step out of the door behind her. ‘You-’ the woman stops talking. Words fading as she sees me. She blinks, moving to stand beside her friend, protective. ‘Do we have the pleasure?’ She’s quick, this dark-haired woman. Not missing a beat she takes control of the situation. I can only respect her confidence and determination to protect her friend. The giant has wandered down the line of rooms, in no hurry to join us. He stands on Lana’s other side, silent as he watches me. ‘Madder,’ I touch my fist to my heart, bowing my head as a gesture of respect. I can see the woman thinking, whatever information she’s recalling flashing behind her eyes before she returns the gesture. The giant followed her lead. Lana’s chewing her lip between them both, her eyes fixed carefully on the wall behind me. I can see that she wants to squirm, a drop of water falling from the roof overhand and sliding over her shoulder. But she doesn’t move. ‘Ferrick, Sir,’ she answers, ‘Rune Ferrick and this is Timian Neil.’ ‘I’m sorry to have disturbed your rest, Sir Madder,’ Lana looks up then with a smile that doesn’t touch her features, ‘we probably should be going, before we disturb anyone else.’ She glances at Rune then and her friend nods. ‘It was my pleasure, Miss Lana,’ she’s not a Knight like the Giant Timian, or her protective friend Rune, or she would have greeted me as one, so miss it is. I consider that she might be a noble. But outside of accepting their daughters might become Knights like Lady Ferrick, I don’t know any noble family that would let their daughter travel beyond their immediate reach. ‘L-’ Timian moves to speak but a severe look from Rune and he falls pauses, ‘Lana, we have you bags.’ ‘I realised,’ Lana grimaces, ‘which is why I was coming to find you,’ she replies, each word pointed. She wants to leave, and can’t wait to get away from me. Taking a step back, but Timian doesn’t move without Rune and she pauses, her blue eyes narrowed with thought before she too forces a smile and turns to leave, ‘good night, Sir.’ ‘Good night,’ I nod in response and fold my arms over my chest. The three of them go, vanishing down the corridor covered by overhang and into the dark. I see Lana glancing back, just once before she fades from sight. The thunder and lightning have rolled away but the storm doesn’t seem to be stopping. You can’t let her go like this, Kilak snarls again, I can feel his disdain and I growl as I turn back into my borrowed. I’m not. I assure him. I can’t let her slip out of my life like that.Lana’s POV The sun warmed the stone of the courtyard, a gentle, golden contrast to the cold, shifting shadows that still haunted the edges of my mind. It was a rare, quiet afternoon, the kind that felt fragile, like spun glass. My son, little more than a bundle of energy and curiosity, sat on the thick blanket I had spread out for him. He wobbled, his small, chubby hands splayed out to keep his balance as he successfully, and with great effort, propped himself upright.'There you go,' I whispered, my heart swelling with a fierce, protective ache that never quite faded.He didn’t answer, of course, too occupied with the treasures I’d given him. He grabbed a chunky model of a wolf, its carved wooden fur worn smooth by his persistent, gum-heavy gnawing. It was a strange toy for a babe, perhaps, but fitting given the blood that ran through his father’s veins. He brought it up to his mouth, then paused, his grey eyes, so like Thade’s, shifting toward a smaller, sturdier horse. With a grun
Thade’s PovI followed Cynan in her pursuit of Moira, warning my long time companion of the Elder Wolf's intention to play match-maker.Tell her I’m not interested, Moira replied, terse.I have, I reply and force a smile down at the wiry woman as she glares at me. Her disappointment in my not marking Lana, apparent whenever she looks in my direction.‘You can’t interfere with the plans of the Goddess,’ Cynan tells me, curling her frail hand over my arm, ‘you may as well stop trying and make your claim on your beautiful wife,’ she gives me a knowing look and I restrain myself with a slow breath.Moira, she’s trailing you. She is determined! I warn and relax as Moira steps out from a nearby room, crust of bread in her hand. Her expression blank as she looks at us both before shaking her head.‘Come on then,’ she sighs and gestures to Cynan, ‘you may as well tell me, Elder - whatever it is you want to tell me. I know I’ll never hear the end of it otherwise.’Cynan detaches from my arm, m
Thade carried me back to the city walls, through the gate and to the Palace itself. The journey was blurry, my consciousness struggling to maintain control and stay awake as the sheer force of the Dragon within retreated once more. I dreamt on and off in the safety of his arms, surrounded by wolves, bears, cats and walking trees. A knight on horseback followed us, metal armour stained with blood and beaten through battle. In my dreams I was flying, not the handful of wing beats that had happened in my battle with Valerius, but drifting endlessly over mountains. The sky was a canvas of bruising purples and infinite gold, and beneath me, the world was a quilt of jagged peaks and deep, shadowed valleys. I could taste the wind, the scent of pine and ancient stone sharper than any breath I’d ever drawn in human form. My wings, vast and powerful, caught the updrafts with a familiarity that made my human bones ache with a phantom hunger.‘You are small, little one,’ a voice resonated, not
With the adrenaline from the battle fading, I felt uncertain in the body that had felt so familiar. The ground was still warm, a phantom heat rising from the stone where my scales had pressed only moments before. I moved with a gait that felt foreign, my limbs too heavy and cumbersome against the heavy air. My gaze was shaper, I could see the outline of magic everywhere I looked, spilling forth from the ground like glitter rising over the landscape. As though Valerius had been a sponge, pulling it into his form. His tendrils had extended through souls and into the depths of the ground itself. But he had failed in his coup to take Illure. I couldn’t stay here, in this form. Every twitch of my wings, every subtle movement of my tail saw the nearest soldiers scampering away. They were joined by Boren, working side by side without concern as they tended to the wounded, collected the dead and placed those who had fought against us, under arrest. Yet Boren and Illure alike looked askance a
The grit of the parapet stone was the first thing I felt, pressing into my cheek like a thousand tiny needles. My lungs burned, each breath tasting of the sulfurous ash and the biting chill that Valerius had unleashed upon Illure. For a heartbeat, the world was nothing but a chaotic vibration of stone beneath me and the distant, discordant screech of magic tearing at the city’s walls.I tried to push myself up, but my limbs felt heavy, anchored by a lingering, ancient weight. My vision was a blurred tapestry of grey and obsidian, until a sudden, sharp pulse of light flared behind my eyelids.It wasn't the suffocating, parasitic dark of the Duke’s magic. This was something else.A wash of cooling emerald light began to ripple through my veins, chasing away the localized winter that had settled into my bones. It felt like the first breath of spring after a century of frost, a wave of relief that hummed with the frequency of the land itself. It was the magic of the runes, the ancient pro
The grey Alpha wolf that had dared invade my territory was defeated and his forces scattered through forests beyond the city. Another time we’d hunt them down and ensure they never returned, but with the roar of a dragon erupting behind us, there were more important things to attend to. My paws don’t feel my own for a moment, clumsy with the primal fear that rips through my body. A fear that I ignore, with Kilak growling his agreement within my thoughts we charge back towards the tournament fields, the city and the besieged wall that protects the people of Soln.The white light of the Dragon’s emergence had scorched the air, leaving behind the ozone-heavy scent of overtaxed spells and the sour, parasitic rot of Valerius’s true nature. I was a mountain of dark fur and unrestrained instinct once more, my paws digging into the grit of the earth as the magical integrity of the land pulsed, faint and dying, beneath my claws.Between the gathered wolves and the wall, stands the dragon, a hu
Two Years Ago - Lana’s POV ‘You can just stay with us,’ Rune shouts over the loud crack of thunder as we race across the courtyard. The water that splashes up from the puddles is warm against my ankles but the heavy rain hurts. Pinging against my face as we run. I look across at her, her short b
Two Years Ago - Thade’s POV Summer in the Year 514 It’s late at night, the hours starting to stretch towards the morning. I should be fast asleep, my body aches, muscles burning from exertion. But despite the storm that’s raging over the city, I can’t sleep. Thunder cracks and rolls, shaking th
Lana Air won't reach my lungs. My heart hammers an erratic rhythm against my ribs, aching. On the other side of the doors, the Nobility of Illure wait to watch me marry a monster. ‘You should be excited, Lana!’ My mother squeezes my fingers as I bend double, gasping. ‘I'm not going to do it.’
Coy? I don’t think I’ve ever played coy, I wouldn’t even know what it is. I feel all the air trapped in my lungs, like there isn’t enough space for it. They’re burning but I can’t think beyond the sense of his face so close to mine. The overwhelming awareness of the heat from his bare body and his c







