The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVSpying on my father's spy? I've never heard anything more absurd and unrealistic my entire life. Keeping the spy incarcerated in the dungeon, or outrightly killing him would save Orvyn the sweat of tending a venomous snake under his arm. This decision was so wrong in every sense, and I would have none of it."How do you plan on doing this?" I folded my across my chest. "My father is a vicious man who would stop at nothing to get what he wants. This spy is bad news, aren't you seeing that?" I brushed past him, and sat at the edge of the bed beside the stool that still had remnants of my breakfast on it.The aroma of the pork and brown bread swam into my nostrils invitingly, but Orvyn was driving me crazy with his crazy plan, that I failed to succumb."Look," he strode to my side, and knelt between my knees, holding my hands. "I know you must think me a fool because of the plan, but listen to what I have to say first, will you?"I rel

The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POV"Are you mad? How can you believe all she told you without giving it a second thought?" Conrad blurted.He and I took a leisurely stroll outside the castle walls to walk the common market. It was dull chilly noon, and winter was here. Heaps of snow were shoveled to the corners of the market Street. Those who could afford a coat of fur had it draped over them to keep warm and cozy, while the others, mostly peasants, doubled their clothes with an extra piece of clothing. As we walked down the noisy market, glancing from one stall to the other, we couldn't avoid the incessant bows and constant "My Lord" from the pack members. "I know how it sounds. Yes, I should have investigated to know if it's true." I acknowledge the bow of a peasant Omega farmer, and continued with Conrad. "But she sounded so believable. I could feel it in her tiny voice that she was speaking the truth."He came up to my front, his breath forming into temporary clo

The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVHis grip around my wrist tightened like shackles in the hands of a prisoner. The scent of his fear drifted into my nose, which left me pondering on what he could be afraid of. Father was not the reason for his fear; he'd devoted his youth to killing him. There was something else he was afraid of. Perhaps it could be the Omicrons. It's a new moon, and the Omicrons would be on the prowl to hunt the souls of any supernatural in sight.He pushed me into the room with a growl, bolting the door behind him, seething in anger. "What were you thinking saying those things down there, urh?""It's none of your business what I do with my life. No one decides how I live my life.""Are you insane?! Do you think this is a joke? You could die out there, and I may not be able to save you." He took a step closer, gripping me by the arms. "Why don't you take my offer and leave the castle now that you have the chance?"I tried to squirm out of his grasp

The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POVOlive cannot know that what I feel for her is greater than my fear of losing her. Although I long to assure her that I'd be there for her, the wide gulf between us still puts on the other side of the divide. Letting her go was the right and wrong thing to do. I need a straight mind and a clear thought, if I must achieve my goal. Keeping her around, seeing her everyday, perceiving her scent, pulling her boldy closer to mine, hands wrapped around her trim waist, her nipples gliding over my chest, drowning in hungry kisses from her soft lips...'Get a grip on yourself, Orvyn. If you keep thinking about her this way, you'll never let her go!' My subconscious reprimanded me.At the courtyard, the elders were on their feet, a woman with sunburn skin in a worn-out cote was with them. I was too preoccupied to acknowledge her presence, boggled with my confrontation with Olive a while ago. "My Lord, the men are ready," Ruffus announced. I n

Orvyn's POVConrad roared from behind them, leaping out of hiding with a flying sword dividing one of the horsemen in two. I rushed at the carriage, seething with anger. Images of Kazamir slashing my father's throat fueled my rage. Hair grew into a wave of silky black fur on my arm, as I clamped my hand on one's throat, tearing out his voice box from his jugular. I swung my sword at two others rushing at me, decapitating them in a clean swipe."Orvyn!" Conrad called, snapping the neck of blond. He pointed his dripping sword in a direction. "Kazamir, he's escaping! The fucker is getting away." Escorted by four men, Kazamir in a hooded caped ran on foot in the direction of the mountain. I growled, charging forward holding the sword between my teeth. Three of Kazamir's men obstructed me, turned. I hauled the sword in the air, as one of them jumped at me. He sank his teeth into my left forearm, snarling menacing."I'm more angrier than you can ever be." I handled the sword pinging down,