LOGINTwo 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 the tiles of the barrack roof overhead. Through the thin walls that separate my small rooms from the next Knights, I can hear Iron snoring. I kick back in my chair, staring at the window and the flash of lightning bleeds across the sky in electric blue. There has to be a way forward, I know that there is. I just haven't found it yet. I push my fingers through my hair. My body is tired from the long journey back from Boren. After twelve days camping on hard and dusty ground, I was ready to fall into bed. Any bed. As a Knight, I can use a room at the Barracks whenever needed. They’re collections of long low buildings at different points in the city, and when I arrived to drop off Iron, I was too tired to face the journey through the summer crowd lining the city streets. The desk gave me the room next to Iron’s and I thought I was ready to collapse, but the second I stepped through the door I knew I wasn’t going to sleep. The lightning rolls again, crashing down over the city with the rain that came faster than a riptide. There’s a face a the window. Pale, fleeting. I blink, staring at the open curtains and blink. Maybe I’m starting to lose my mind. Why would someone be standing outside in the downpour? I shake my head, dismissing the idea. Then there’s a knock on the door. I stand, watching the door. It’s late. Far too late for visitors and no one knows that I’m here. There’s another knock, loud, insistent and the last thing I need, is Iron waking up. He was injured on a bandit jump three days out from the city. He’s the reason my troop has been riding through the nights and racing to get back to Soln. To get him to a healer before infection can set in. I cross the floorboards, ignoring the way they squeak under my weight. The door is shaking on its hinges and I’m pissed off now. Whatever drunk trick one of the recruits wanted to play, they’re going to learn the meaning of trouble. I grip the handle, tearing the door open wide and she falls in. Her hand lifted to pound against the door she’s off balance and crashes forward. Her pale green eyes are wide, surprised as she bounces off the door and drops. I could catch her. I see it all in slow motion as her lips part in a yelp, her shoulder twisting her body to the side as she tries to catch her fall. She’s soaked through. A simple blue is plastered against her shoulders and the curve of her breast. Her skin shimmers and if it wasn’t for the fact she was falling, I’d say I’d never seen someone who looked so much like a goddess. All beautiful curves and creamy skin. The wolf within me awakens. I move faster than I ever have. I thought about not catching her, because my entire body has jolted. As though I’ve been struck by the lightning outside. Touching her is dangerous, but there’s nothing I can do to stop myself from reaching out. My arm slides beneath hers and I steady her fall. I can feel her sudden breath against my cheek and it sets me on fire. ‘Oh!’ She blinks as she stumbles, half crumpled forward with my arm beneath her chest and looped under her arm. I can feel her breasts pressing against my bare forearm and I feel like a teenager. I pull her up, setting her back on her feet. She’s taller than most, curvaceous and the rain that’s covered her is pooling in the centre of her neck then running in a distracting line down between her breasts. My wolf is rising within, I want her. It growls and sends a shockwave through me. ‘There you are, miss,’ I pull away from her. Dropping my hands to my sides as though I’ve been burnt. I stare at her, what is this intensity? Why is it hitting me now? ‘I’m so sorry,’ she straightens up, her cheek flushed as she meets my eyes for a second. Her eyes are green, I’m sure of it. But I didn’t light any candles and without the flicker of lightning, it’s hard to see her in the perfect detail I’m desperate to imagine. ‘No harm-’ I wave her apology away, taking control of my Wolf. I peer at the door. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, has just fallen, damp and enticing into my room and into my arms. Maybe fate has been kind and there’s a reason I couldn’t sleep tonight. My frustration at waking Iron has vanished. Blown away like a cobweb in a hurricane. ‘I’m just…’ I can’t help the small smile that pulls at the corner of my mouth. I want her. I want her and it’s hard to stay focused on stepping back and giving her space as she looks around, confused. ‘I’m just confused as to why you wanted to break my door down?’ I touch my tongue to the edge of my teeth. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, her eyes squinting slightly in the darkness. The lightning flashes behind her once more and my body responds. Hard and aching. I’m going to have this woman. I’m going to see her lips swollen from my kisses, and Iron be damned. I’m going to have screaming in desire beneath me. ‘Because it’s raining,’ she answers as though it’s the simplest explanation in the world. She’s standing up straighter, staring at me once more. I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest and I love the way the water is soaking more and more into the flimsy fabric of her chest. ‘It is raining,’ I can’t help but grin, the silliest smile I’ve ever worn, because truly I must have been blessed by the Otherworld tonight. ‘But I don’t know your name, and I didn’t think anyone knew that I was here.’ ‘Why would they know you were here?’ She tilts her head to the side, that same squint teasing a light line between her eyes. ‘To send me a whore who’d brighten the shit storm of a season I’m having,’ I reach out, touching my fingers to the edge of her face as the door eventually swings back on it’s hinges and closes behind her. We’re left in the dark and she yelps again. The sound is soft, and sweet. Almost innocent. ‘T-the wh-’ her words are mumbled, her lips trembling as I shake my head. .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
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
I stare at him, heart pounding as he watches me across the small distance. He’s serious. Like Delia and Ronin are going to run to the border of Boren, Thade wants to run. My legs feel like jelly, there’s been so much over the last few days that is hard to comprehend. ‘I can’t just run away with yo







