“Gaia guide me” I breathed as I closed my eyes and tried to remember the lessons Morrigan had shown me. Morrigan had gathered power from all over. She had directed that power to one spot in order to accomplish her goal of growing that tree and not killing the land around it.Then it hit me. The fae of this plane were here, in this grove. They were already channeling power from across Tír na nÓg into the pentagram along the lines of the spirals of ancient trees. I stood, determination straightening my back as I stepped through the wall of magic and across the knotted web of tree roots. Here, power was pulsing from across the plane, and being channeled by five of the most powerful Tuatha Dé Danann at the nexus of a huge sacred grove, fueling this pentagram. I reached my mind out to the earth, calling out for Gaia’s help.I moved to stand next to Kiara, and then stretched at hand toward one of the twelve trees. A vine rose from at my

Morrigan! At least I knew she was watching over me. My wrists ached from where the bindings dig in, but as my left palm connected with the dirt, I could feel power flow to my hand. It was a fraction of what I had felt in Tír na nÓg, but it was there. The crow flapped out of the tree, the men in the clearing oblivious to its passing as it flew over my head. A dull thud behind me told me Morrigan had dropped something in the snow. I reached back to find the dagger and sheath Goibniu hand made me. Somehow, Morrigan had gotten into my room and retrieved it. I drew the blade and freed my ankles, and worked on my wrists. The blade was awkward in my bound hands, and trying to keep hidden was a challenge. The men in the clearing were focused on the wolf and Kaira, but several kept glancing with leering gazes in my direction. Arvin continued his rant, pulling out a dagger that looked to be made of crystal instead of metal, “Since no one claims the omega, then we all

A dainty arm wrapped around me and I gripped the hand, hugging it close to my chest as morning light streamed through the canvas of the tent. The warm body pressed against my back and I longed for a warm bed so Makya could press me into it. I kissed the fingers gently, wishing for so much more, but the hard floor of a tent, in the cold of winter was not my idea of a good time. And soon enough we would be back home and we could find his bed and enjoy the warmth of his cabin.“Eileen?” a soft groggy voice asked, the hand pulling away from me slightly. A feminine voice. NOT Makya.I froze, a sense of horror and shock gripping me as I slowly opened my eyes and glanced down at the hand I held. Definitely female, and not Makya’s native tan. I did my best to pretend nothing had happened, “Morning Kiara.”“Where are we?” she asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, apparently unperturbed by anything I had done.“I ho

Kiara leaned against the door as I began to explore the room and I heard a small snick as she bolted the door and added the chain and deadbolt for good measure. “That one was a bit bold.”I smirked, the tension slowly seeping from my shoulders as I took in the grand room we had been put up in. a huge king size four-poster bed took up a good bit of the room, but there was also a couch, a desk, a small table, and a large widow with thick curtains that looked out over the town. “You interested in what he is offering? He may be a few years older than us but I bet he could show you a good time if you wanted.”“No.” she said plainly, not a hint of interest. Her voice almost sounded revolted at the idea.“Is there someone special you are hoping for?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the plush bed and flopping back onto its luxurious comforter.“There is… someone,” She said carefully.&ldquo

I awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright. I was alone in a large bed, in a decent size room with a big bay window. Sunlight was streaming in as I glanced down to find I was dressed in a large shirt and little else. I scanned the room and found my green dress draped over a chair. Next to it was a red dress in the same fashion and what looked like the black one Morrigan had given us. I briefly wondered where they might have come from, but dismissed it, realizing if Morrigan wanted us to have them, she would have found a way.I stood up, and grunted at the pain that rocked my body. As I dragged my body out of its sleepy stupor, I realized my arms and legs were covered with bruises and nearly healed cuts. If my experience a few weeks ago with the wolf bite was anything to judge by, I must have been in a serious state not long ago to still be seeing this much damage to my body. My stomach made itself known then, the pangs of hunger gurgling forth. I quickly pulled on the red dre