MasukThe hallways were empty. I could hear my heartbeat loud and clear in my ears. The light from the torch moved over the stone walls, making the shadows appear to twist and move. I took a step, and it sounded loud. I took a breath, and it felt like I was yelling. The torchlight cast eerie shapes on the stone walls. Shadows danced everywhere, as if they were alive. The torchlight, the shadows, and the empty hallways all seemed to be trying to scare me.
I told myself to stay calm. I was holding the tray of water really tight. My knuckles were so tight they turned white. I did not want to spill a drop of water, from the tray.
The door, to Silass chambers opened before I even got to it. Silas was standing there leaning against the window with his hands clasped behind his back. Silas seemed to fill the room and that was really something because Silas was blind.
The man said "You are late”, without turning around to face the person he was talking to.
I tried to speak. The words did not come out. I was going to say something. My voice stopped working when he turned around to face me. The bond that I feel with him was beating strongly in my chest it was stronger than it has ever been before. The bond felt really strong.
He said "I do not tolerate excuses". The words he spoke were quiet. Each word felt very heavy like a big rock is being placed on you.
I said that I am ready. My hands were shaking really badly. I was trying to stop them from shaking. I wanted to appear calm so I took a breath and tried to steady my hands. The thing that was making my hands shake was the fact that I was really nervous, about what was going to happen with the thing I was doing which was the thing that required me to say that I am ready.
He looked at me for a long time his lips were pressed together tightly. Then he pointed to the floor. Said "Sit".
I did what I was told. My knees were pressed against the stones and my fingers were touching the edge of the rug that was under me. The man with the cane walked around me slowly and I could hear the soft sound of the cane tapping on the floor. Even though I could not see him I could feel that the man with the cane was there, with me and that was kind of scary.
The man told me that I am learning quickly. However he also said that learning quickly is not good enough. He said that I must be able to think about what's going to happen next, with the things I am learning which is anticipation of the art of learning itself the art of learning something new the learning process and the anticipation of the learning process.
I swallowed. I said to Alpha "I will try, Alpha."
He dropped down low fast getting so close that I could feel how warm his body was. "Do not try " he said. "Just. See what is happening.. When you see something you have to do something, about it before the danger gets to me to the person I am to me."
My chest felt really funny. The weight of our bond was very heavy on me. Every time I told him what I thought it made me feel tired. I did not want to stop. I could not let him get into trouble. Not when I knew I could help him avoid it. The bond, between us was important. I had to keep sharing my vision with him.
Tonight he said, standing up all the way you will come with me to the training yard. Just you. There is a message, for the training yard that we need to see.
I blinked, unsure. I said "Am I alone?"
"Yes" he said, "There are no guards and no witnesses so do not mess this up. Fail me. The person I am talking to must make sure that they do not fail me."
The training yard was really cold. The ground was slippery, with frost. There was a torch burning at the end. It was shining light on a person who was just standing there not moving. The training yard looked eerie in the torch light. My breath caught when I saw the figure standing alone in the training yard.
There was this man, tall and big and he had a dark mask, on his face. The knife he was holding caught the light from the torches. This made my stomach feel weird.
Silas told them to move. He said it quietly.
The bond flared up in my chest. The assassin had not moved,. I saw the assassin: the way the assassin tilted his shoulders the very slight weight shift of the assassins foot.
I helped Silas out. "Take two steps to the left " I said quietly. "The person we are talking about is standing near the east wall."
Silas moved quietly and got into position. The person, in the mask suddenly jumped at him. I yelled out "Behind you Silas!”
The bond really screamed through me. Silas spun around his blade slicing really clean through the air. The assassin fell to the ground.. Then another assassin emerged from the shadows. This one was faster and closer, with a dagger that was flashing in the light.
My heart was beating fast. I shouted "Another video game!" because I was so excited, about another video game.
Silas. Countered he was moving so fast it was like he was death itself. But I could see the danger it was really close. The dagger just missed him it was a few inches away, from Silas.
Then the third figure stepped out. I felt a chill run down my spine and my blood ran cold.
Something about him was… familiar.
"Who is he?" I whispered, really I was asking myself not talking to Silas.
Silas said to me "Watch".
The man was moving carefully like he wanted to hurt someone. Every time he swung at something every time he pretended to swing every step he took was thought out.. His movements seemed familiar like I had seen someone move like that before. It was not like Kian it was not like anyone I could think of. The mans movements were, like something I had seen before. I just could not remember who it was. My stomach was all tied up in knots.
The masked figure jumped at Silas. I yelled at him. "Move back! Go to your left!"
The bond was really strong. It pulsed with a lot of force. My vision connected with the bond and I could see everything that he saw every danger, every single thing that could hurt him the bond showed me every angle, every threat that was out there.
Silas spun around deflected the attack and the man in the mask stumbled backwards.. He did not back down. The man, in the mask stopped for a second he seemed to be thinking about what to do and that is when I saw a little bit of his face under the mask.
My heart just stopped beating for a moment. It was, like time stood still. I was completely shocked. My heart froze.
I knew this person.. The truth is, I did not really know him at all.
Silass blade moved fast and it was very sharp. The person it hit fell down. Rolled away into the dark. Silass blade had done its job.
I fell down my knees hit the ground and I was breathing really hard. "Who was that person?" I said in a quiet voice.
Silas stepped close, to me his voice was very quiet and calm. He said "Someone you will see again". And when you see this person again you will have to make a choice: you will have to trust Silas or you will have to destroy Silas.
My fingers were gripping the frost that was right beneath me. The connection between Silas and me was really strong. It felt like it was alive. It was beating like my heart. I had this question in my mind the time: Why did I know that face so well? The face felt so familiar to me. The bond, between Silas and me was still burning hot.
I was, in the dark. I felt something. Eyes were watching me. They were thinking about what to do. The eyes were waiting for something to happen with the darkness around. The eyes just kept watching me.
In that moment I knew
The fight was not done yet. The fight was still going on. It was far, from over.
The steps leading to the bottom rooms were small and oily. The lighting was draining along the walls, and with a weak and crippled line, the shadows lengthened and distorted like living creatures.Elara kept her steps slow.Not that she was afraid to move but that all her instincts said that this was a place that knew pain.Silas passed by her side, one hand sweeping over the stone wall, the other tightly held at his side. His head was thrown back in the effort to hear something more solemn than sound.Draven led the way.“No guards?” Elara whispered.Draven didn’t look back. “I sent them away.”That made her uneasy.They reached the final door. Thick iron. Scores made by old marks on it, desperate, desperate, claw marks.Draven stopped. It may not be clean what happens next.Silas looked over his shoulder at Elara. “You don’t have to be here.”She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, I do.”Silas said nothing more.Draven opened the door.The cell reeked of blood and damp stone.The killer was cha
Elara could not recall how she came back to the keep.She only managed to keep with her the arms of Silas embraced round her, the odour of blood and rain, how the wood was closing over them like a mouth shut.When her full consciousness came back, she was seated on the edge of a low bed in a dark room. The stone walls were bare. Only one lamp was burning low on the table, and shaking.Her side throbbed.She looked down. Her ribs were bound about with clean bandage.Someone had undressed her.Her breath caught.The door creaked.Silas stepped inside.Every step was weighty, he moved slowly. His hair was wet, his shirt was rotated, but there was dried blood on his knuckles. Not hers.He shut the door behind him and stood there looking at her.Both remained silent a long time.Elara withdrew his hands in the blanket. “You let them take him.”Silas flinched.I told you believe me, he said and got quiet.Her laugh was disjointed and cut short. “Trust you? My brother was torn off and I cal
The night was irony-rainy.Elara walked after Silas in the small walk under the keep, and she laid her hand on the cold-building wall as she tried to balance herself. Each of the steps sounded too loudly in her ears. The relationship between them was now close as a pulled thread - taut, humming, vital.Silas, without batting an eyelid, walked on.Had any other person looked at him, he would have been seen a blind Alpha walking with unbelievable assurance. But Elara knew the truth.He was strolling over her eyes.“Slow down,” she whispered.He adapted instantly, and kept in step with her. “You’re shaking.”It was something that she had never thought to herself. Her hands were trembling not through the cold, but through the thought of Kayan being in chains somewhere in the darkness.“I’m fine,” she lied.Silas didn’t call her out. He rarely did. Rather, he said, you stay behind me when we get to the tower.“And if they surround us?”“They won’t,” he replied. “They want me talking. Not
The laughter had gone, and the feeling remained.Elara and Silas were frozen together as the trees consumed the shape of the stranger. It was a restless night, pressured. Wolves scampered up and down the walls, toothed stones, weapons in hand and faltering.No attack came.That was worse.Silas didn’t move. His head had been hewn out of stone and his jaw was strained and his head was leant forward as though he was listening to someone whose voice had been afar. Elara knew that look now. With his ears he was not listening.He was unconsciously listening.They have gone, said Draven after a very long time. “For now.”“For now,” Silas repeated. His voice was low. Controlled. Dangerous.Elara embraced herself. Her flesh was still trembling with the presence in the woods. That voice had known her. Not guessed. Known.Silas turned toward her. “You recognized him.”It wasn’t a question.Elara hesitated. The bond aroused, cordial and uncomfortable. She was well-chosen in the words she used. “
The doors closed and there was no noise. But it wasn’t a peaceful quiet. This was a solemn, suspicious silence. It waited. Elara was standing directly in the centre of the room and she was hyper-conscious of her breath and the places Silas had just touched on her arms. He was grasping her tightly and comfortingly, with a kind of uncertainty at the same, as though he were afraid to hold a fragile and dangerous thing in his hand. “You're hurt,” Silas said again. I was worse, I answered, but that was no excuse to have a shaky body. He was letting her go gradually, lest she should disappear, should he move too fast. He turned his head, and heard not what was going on around him, but what she was doing, his breathing, his heart. You smell of smoke, he said, and of metal. Elara stared at the wound on her arm as the dried blood stained her. Some one has made an effort to ensure I do not see morning. A cheek muscle twitched and a tightening of the jaw took place in Silas. He walked
The cell reeked after the attack. It wasn't the smell of blood...Elara knew that one inside out. This was sharper, like metal scraped raw. Like danger that had just left its mark on the room.She sat with her back to the wall, knees pulled up, the black dagger resting in her hands. Draven had told the guards to leave her alone. No chains this time, no cuffs. That scared her more than any iron ever had.A torch burned just outside the bars, its flame dancing then holding still. Ellara watched it like prey watching a predator, not blinking, always on edge.She could still hear the assassin's voice."Hello, little wolf."Her jaw tightened.“You won’t scare me twice,” she whispered, even though her heart gave a quick, shaky beat.The bond stirred.Not pain. No panic.Just focus.Silas.She breathed in slowly, steadying herself with the feeling of him. He was far, but not out of reach. His awareness touched hers like fingers on skin. Tense. Controlled. Angry.Then she saw him.Not with her







