Dark took a tentative step closer and growled. He was not the favorite of the three, but he was not the worst either. Pearl scale of magical creatures, he lingered around with affectionate pets and annoying assholes most days. Her hands rose to slip the chain around him, and just when she thought he was going to make her life easy, Dark showed her what a true pain in her ass he really was.The massive, dark, and beautiful wolf leaps from the bed. His paws' talons pulled back, sinking into his skin quickly, and only smooth scales met Pearl's shoulders. She hit the floor hard. The boards groan beneath their weight. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, "Dark, you're bloody heavy!" Dark’s body surrounds her, blocking out the morning light and secluding her from the devious wolf."Heck..." she groaned, her fingers slipping through her hair to feel the back of her head. There was no blood, but pure pain was pounding through her skull. "Dark... you giant dog, that hurt so much. Be careful next time, will
Long claws dig into the dry dirt. The three massive mystical wolves meet the astonished gazes of the villagers. Pearl sighed at the beautiful landscape to her right. The river appeared still, yet she flowed under the thinnest of ice, awaiting the gentle touch of the sun. Though the air bore only coldness and the ground was almost frozen once more, they glittered with the gift of each nascent ray. It was something you never really got used to—after all, ordinary werewolves weren't as big as the three, and seeing a rare creature like a warrior wolf was out of the question. Even Pearl was impressed with them when she looked their way. The men and women halt in their tracks, backing up just slightly to make way for the three not-so-ordinary wolves who circle their every step. Rumbling growls tear from the wolves’ throats each time they pass someone. Pearl offered the villagers pleasant smiles. Of course, no one smiled back. No surprise there. They loathed her. They hated her confidence.
"Lord Bernie’s son is expecting me." Pearl’s chin tipped up a little higher, and the two men passed a quiet look between them. "OK, I’ll wait. No rush, boys!" She added a casual smile, her arms folding, making the chains clink against each other. She held a stance of assured carelessness. One of the guards backed away slowly. The man before Pearl was tense. Wide shoulders so stiff she couldn't help but cough aggressively to see how fast he'd react. Very fast in case someone was wondering. She had to pull back as the tip of his blade swang up to her, apparently assaulting cough. "Goddess name, dear! Calm down. Just the cold, not magic…" And that was how they were standing as Alec, handsome-neon-haired Lord Bernie’s son, sauntered out. His hands were in his pockets, and there was a look of amusement in his eyes that made them shine like emeralds. Well, Pearl couldn't deny the man was beautiful, even his hair seemed to float and glide. Such a beautiful male alchemist. She thought to he
"Guard," Pearl summoned the massive guard, who took uncertain and slow steps toward them. "Guard, your boss needs you to run and bring me what I asked for. Can you do that?" She nodded as she spoke quickly. "And plus the money that I need, and if you could get that in small, spendable bills, that’d be really appreciated, big guy."The guard’s dark eyes shifted from Pearl to Alec and back again."Come one, Pearl, I can’t just give out that kind of spell book and that sort of money. The cost will have to be approved. It’ll take a day or two at least, and you know that."A few days? Pearl didn't have any food at home. She has three wolves who might eat me themselves if she doesn't have food for them.Surely. Alec didn't notice that these three wolves were not just ordinary warriors but the souls of someone very powerful, right? How could he be this naive to never notice that? She thought of how pathetic the alchemist was."Oh." Pearl said instead and bit her lip as her eyes shifted towa
Pearl just gawked at the beautiful man who made her moan two years ago. She just hoped he couldn't recognize her. Even with a different face, she knew her essence was still the real her or part of her."Silly girl! It’ll probably close if you just remove one of the several stacks of silver and put it in the spell book first." Ethan's pale blond hair falls into his eyes as he nods to her. The sharp lines of his features were entirely serious. The rumbling tone of his words threatens to steal her breath away, taking her voice and all rational thought with it. What the hell. White was Ethan’s wolf? His own very soul? She didn't see that coming. How was it possible? She knew the rumors that the king of the Fire Kingdom, who happened to be her father, owned every warrior’s soul. Trapped somewhere... but this? "Oh, fuck!" Pearl groaned. "That is so confusing.""Confusing?"She nodded her head like a zombie, unaware of her gaze at the beautiful creature. Butt naked. Bulging. Naked. Yes, she
Vergel shoved the other white curtain at his friend, and it took Finn a second to understand what Vergel wanted him to do with it. When the three of them were nicely covered up, Pearl finally looked at them. Vergel’s hair was nearly as fiery as his fur was. Finn was as dark as his own wolf. Sculpted lines veered down his body just like the other two men. Ethan, on the other hand, was the biggest of the three. He was the most magnificent of them all, a serious-faced alpha among them. They looked like they were built for destruction and power, but also beauty and grace. It was an odd sort of mixture that she had never really seen before. The three gigantic wolves turned into the lycan warriors she met before. Well, at least no one knew she was the princess. "You guys can shift back though, right?" Pearl asked. She was mentally trying to figure out how she could present these three to Alec and still get paid... "Of course we can." Vergel nodded, his jaw locking firmly back in place. T
"Yeah, whatever, trust me or not, I don't care, but in the morning, I’ll run to town and find you three some clothes that cover a little more than your dicks." A smirk crept across Finn’s face, as if he enjoyed her talking about their shafts.Pearl thought, in the morning, I’ll get their clothes, run by for the rest of Alec’s deposit on these three, and then lead them to Almera. Easy pissy! It’ll be simple. Nothing to worry about.Her stomach turned in disagreement."I’m going to bed." Pearl stood slowly, and her gaze lingered on the rows of silver left in the bag. "If any of you steal from me or even read my spellbook, just know there are worse fates than death." An alchemist could torture them slowly. So slowly, death would seem like a blessing.Not that she could afford to waste her magic right now. Not with the King’s hunters seemingly back in the picture and now very close to her, especially alpha Ethan's excruciating gaze."Steal from you?" A taunting and arrogant look consumed
In the early morning dawn, at the village square, miles from Pearl’s cabin, the scent of blood carried on the thin, wintry breeze. It was faint, fresh, a coppery tickle in the nostrils of the lycan warrior who leaped soundlessly from the roof of one dusk-shadow building to another. It had been hours since Ethan started hunting again, and still he didn't have any idea about his real mission: to either look for the missing princess or guard the woman who saved them.pSnowflakes fell around him like floating white ash, blanketing the village that spread out beneath him some two stories down.Ethan crouched on the ledge and surveyed the tangle of bustling streets and alleyways. As one of the high-ranking warriors—a small cadre of lycans engaged in war against their savage brethren, the Rogues—Et