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117 His Legacy “My Lord?” Miernephen asked as they rode toward the Green King at the opposite end of the bridge. The three of them hugged like family who’d not seen each other in a long while. After a time, the Green King waved for them to follow him. He chatted happily. “What will you do now?” Neph asked him. Leading Heretic by his rein. “Well, I hope to resume my nap now that this insanity has been settled.” “What about the water princes?” Doblin queried. “Lofan has vowed to watch over them and to alert me in the sacred circle, if they grow out of line again.” “My king?” She said hesitantly. “Yes, Miernephen?” The king twisted to peer at her over one grassy shoulder. “I was the victim of your laws being violated.” She asserted with as much strength as she could muster. The king blanched guiltily. “I do not argue. Please continue.” He directed in his booming voice. “The law says that if one is harmed, they may request some solace to be made whole again.” He nodded. “Returning me and Doblin is justice enough I know, but could I ask for an impossible gift toward my own solace?” Looking at her strangely the king asked. “What would you have from me Neph?” “Well with the water spriggan wandering Feglen, the forest has all the energy she needs to nurture her. And I gave her a beating heart centered in a tree I built for her.” “A beating heart? What do you mean, dear child?” “Inside it two mortals are in eternal slumber. Feglen’s, for as long as that tree stands.” “I-I wondered if...” The Green King gave her an encouraging look. Then she asked for the most preposterous thing he’d ever heard a spriggan request. To the king’s shock, her brother was quick to echo it. “That’s an insane request, Neph. Ludicrous even.” She grimaced. Taking a step back and tucking against Heretic as she closed her eyes and dropped her forehead to the horse’s neck. Deeply wounded. The Green King walked close. She opened her eyes when she felt the large rough palm touching her cheek. “But it does not change the fact that I could deny my favorite forest spriggan, nothing.” Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped as hope surged through her. Doblin stepped close, dropping his hands to her shoulders. Tears stood a distance away, looking from the spriggans to their king as she hoped for his answer. “After all the pain the water princes cause you. And the hideous ways in which they violated my laws to do it, it would be just for them to take on tending Feglen and grant you a reprieve that has been due you for the last century. Time which you spent suffering rather than skipping through your sunlit forest. I would agree that you are owed a conciliation prize.” The king’s huge eyes slid to Doblin. “Both of you.” “I grant this ridiculous request of my children. For as long as these mortals of yours, live.” *** It was late in the night. Zierno sat on a warm fur before the new fire, in the boy’s room. The boy was huddled against his hip with his head resting on one of Zierno’s legs as he listened. Zierno rubbed his head soothingly as he read softly. Turning the pages of the book the boy had selected from the library. One he’d managed to find about, unsurprisingly, spriggans. Zierno had already agreed to read to him, so there was no denying him now. The boy had quickly settled in, snuggled up to Zierno. Lending them both some much needed comfort. Zierno was midway down one page when he felt the sudden surge of a familiar energy washing over his back. He stiffened, pausing his reading. The boy’s brow furrowed as he turned his head to look up at Zierno. But Zierno didn’t move. He already knew who was standing in the doorway of the chamber. He twisted with her name already on his lips. “Miernephen.” She was standing there in a white nightdress. Her shimmering gold hair flowing over her hsoulders. Her eyes were awash with unshed tears. With a sobbing cry she rushed across the room. The boy sat up at the sound. “Miernephen!” He said excitedly. By the time she reached Zierno, he’d opened his arms to her. She flung herself against his chest. Bowling into him so hard she nearly knocked him sideways. He managed to stay up as she eagerly curled behind the boy as she clung to Zierno. She was laughing amidst all those flowing tears. “You’ve come back to me.” Zierno murmured in awe. Her slender arms wrapped around his waist and linked tightly around him. He twisted to take her face between his palms and met her gaze. “Why did you leave us?” “Neph! You came back!” The little boy cried. Echoing Zierno’s hope. “I had to go with the Green King. I needed to ask him for something very dear to me.” She smiled, tossing the little boy a glance and ruffling his hair fondly before stroking his forehead with a thumb. Zierno seemed afraid to look away from her. His gaze roving her beautiful face. “What did you want so badly you had to leave me?” “You.” She answered. His brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.” “I asked him to give me true life. To make me mortal. Human.” Zierno’s jaw went slack. Before he could answer they were ambushed from the side as the boy lunged into the middle of the hug. Needing to be held too. Rubbing his back, Neph looked down at him. “Of course I came back. How could I leave my Ziernos behind when they seem inclined to steal my very heart from my chest?” “I did that?” The boy asked awed. Smiling widely, she looked from him to the quiet man. “You both did.” *** That was only the beginning of the legend of King Zierno Sadhron, of The Netherlands. His tales would spread to the other five kingdoms. First he was spoken of as the most ruthless mercenary in Ardae. Then word of his name bloomed when he became the Kelpie killer able to hold of all of the Netherlands knights with only his troupe of mercenaries. He was the warrior that was able to free people from five villages. Returning those taken by the kelpie masters, over a range of years. Freed in one day. Then he was the king able to tame the heart of a forest sprite. He was the king that had everything. And with the help of his mortal captain, Doblin, and that man’s wife. He led the King’s Guard with a decisive hand. Becoming an expert in warfare he turned the Netherlands into a place where people could go for sanctuary from the darker lands of Ardae. He reinforced the walls of the Netherlands Castle, and deepend the moat beneath the long bridge before moving on to train every man within the walls into a warrior that could defend the place. A place which everyone in Ardae came to know as a sanctuary for those residing in Battling Country or the realm of Igonox. All the while, Eben and Commander Dorin sat in that tree. Unable to move, unable to age, biding their time. With nothing to think about but their crimes and a building hunger for vengeance. But by then Zierno’s legacy was built. Zierno’s kingdom was a haven for anyone fleeing the hands of a mad king. That, was his legacy. THE END

116 She's Leaving Us Zierno felt like he couldn’t breathe. And it was getting worse with every click of Heretic’s hooves. You have to let her go. A voice in his head told him. Even though every fiber of his being screamed he should not. The closer she got to the bridge the greater his sense of alarm became. Knowing he had to let her go, didn’t make it any less difficult for him. He wanted to beg her to say. Wanted to tell her and Doblin that he didn’t care a wit for Feglen Forest. Why can’t the bloody forest live from those water spriggan aimlessly wandering her grounds? Why did his Neph, of the golden eyes, beaming smile, and bright glow have to leave him to do it? What spriggan law is there, that says that they must remain in the woods?Zierno wanted to demand the question from Doblin. To make them stop their trek to the bridge, and out of his life. It all seemed irrationally cruel that she was going to leave just when he’d thought they could have some chance to be together. Images of the clearing in Feglen moved to the forefront of Zierno’s mind. When Neph had been suffering and the ground had blackened. Flowers, shrubs and grass had died. Leaves had shriveled. Sickness had swept over everything from the absence of her power ruling over it. That’s how everything in the forest would be without her. Though he knew it. It didn’t make her leaving, any easier. It felt like everything around him, would seem like that without her, too. Even if it’s not. Zierno had an ugly moment where he asked himself if he was willing to sacrifice every living thing, plant and animal in those woods, to keep Neph. To have her for myself? Yes. He’d never yearned for anything as much as he did now. She was leaving. Everyone around him was waving happily as the horse crossed the drawbridge, hooves clunking heavily. Everyone but Zierno. Neph wasn’t looking back. He was scared that she knew she couldn’t come back. He liked to think that she didn’t dare look back at him, because she would have wanted to stay. That was his hope anyway. But her posture was calm resigned. She didn’t so much as peer over her shoulder. Does she not care at all? He wondered, shifting. Lucas strolled over to put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright, my friend?” “I’m unsure yet.” He had to wonder if she had ever cared at all, or only dutifully served Doblin’s agenda. Making him her Drowden. His jaw had tightened so hard that it now pained him. A lumbering mass of boulders moved on the other side of the long bridge. Zierno’s brow lifted. Recognizing it as the form of the Green King. He’s waiting for them. Their king stood in front of the trees looking incredibly human as he patiently awaited his children. Now, both Neph and Doblin came into their king’s embrace. Like they’re being welcomed home. Zierno had the distinct sense that no one was coming back. Unable to watch Miernephen take one step further away from him, Zierno turned away. His blue and purple robe billowed around him as he stalked back into the castle. Zierno knew very well that he was standing by and letting her walk out of his life. If he’d have stood there one more moment, he’d have had to stop her. Women had been in his life before, but none that he’d craved being next to every moment. None that he’d cherished the way he had her. Neph was witty, beautiful, bubbly and intelligent. All together, she was magnificent. And he undeniably, irrevocably, loved her. There will never be another I’ll care for like her. Going back and finally being free is what’s best for her. He knew it. And he clung to it. Chiding himself for his selfishness as he paced the receiving room. Glancing up, he caught the boy peering at him from behind the thrown. “What is it boy?” He stopped. Trying to keep his voice softer despite the turbulence raging inside him. “She’s leaving us?” The boy asked. His dark eyes filled with sorrow. The pale glow of the boy’s face from within the shadow of the throne, struck Zierno. How did I miss Eben’s growing selfishness over the years? “Did you care for her?” Zierno asked more softly. Going over to sit next to him. “She was the first person as kind to me as that.” “Kind at all you mean?” The boy looked away. “I thought I told you, no more hiding. You come out and face the world like the young prince you are.” “It’s hard.” The boy said mournfully. “Only because you haven’t done. It’ll get easier.” “She read to me last night.” The boy murmured. Creeping out from the throne to sit next to Zierno. His hands twisting his pants on his leg. That’s where she went? She’d left him to think, and he hadn’t seen her again until this morning. Because she knew all along that she was leaving me. “It was such a beautiful story.” The boy whispered. “About spriggans?” Zierno queried. Wondering if she’d even read from the pages of whatever book she’d found. Or simply told him the tale and let him look at pictures. “Yes.” Zierno chuckled. “Of course.” Meeting little Zierno’s gaze he gave a nod. The boy surged to his feet and ambushed Zierno with a tight hug. “I don’t want her to go!” Patting his back Zier confessed. “Me neither.” After a time, he pulled the boy back to meet his gaze. “But I vow to stay with you. I won’t leave your side, my new little friend.” “You promise?” Little Zier asked, frightened. “You have my word.” Zier assured him. Concealing his own pain within the sincerity of the promise. “And I’ve never broken my word so you can put coin on it.” “I’ve no coin.” He said mournfully. “Course you do. You’re a prince!” The boy blinked in confusion. As if he couldn’t fully understand that. “Have you kept your word, even to little boy’s?” “Especially to them. Most of them become my best friends.” He gave the boy a smile, but it was weak from his own grief. Zier stood. Catching the boy’s arm and hauling him up to catch him up in another tight. More because Zierno needed it then the boy did. But little Zierno clung to him. Hugging him so tight that Zierno wondered if the boy’s frail arms might snap.

99 A Spark for a Wolf I gasped in playful outrage at his implication that I only ever acknowledged he was right, when he was citing something which I’d said to him, back to me. I shoved his shoulder. “That’s not true!” He’d just said that the only time I ever acknowledged he was right, was when he was returning something I’d said to him. He laughed, barely moving from my effort. “It is. When else have you let me have any ground?” “Pfft!” I waved a dismissive hand. “Right.” He nodded as if his point had been made. “Never.” “How about we make a deal?” He suggested. “What kind of deal?” “How about we live in the place I’ve built, together, for awhile?” I gave him a startled look. “And?” “I will practice being my wolf. You can practice being your spark. And perhaps we might find each other in the process.” “Is that what you’re looking for?” “Told you. I’m looking for everything.” I gave the floor a pensive study. “I’d like to know what it might’ve been like, to live with you as a husband and wife would’ve. To share my days with you. Is that something you could offer me too? At least for a while.” “You’ve already made it clear that ‘awhile’ is not what you want.” “No, it’s not.” He admitted. “But it is a start.” To even my surprise, I found myself agreeing. “Yes. We can try it." He was almost beaming. “I look forward to making you not regret it." “I hope you don’t." I said encouragingly He took my hand and guided me to my feet. Then fluffed the pillows and turned down the bedding for me. He stripped his clothes before approaching me. Then reached around me to catch the laces of my dress. “May I?" “You're asking me now?" I lifted an incredulous brow. “My motives have changed." Changed to what? I wondered by his cryptic statement. He’d made plenty of innuendos, but I was curious what his direct answer would’ve been. But the waiting expression on his face distracted me from those thoughts. I chewed my bottom lip as I stepped into him. Standing on my toes to loop my arms around his neck. “Yes, Jackson, you can take my clothes off." “Ooh.” He growled. Revealing how tempted he was to respond to my baiting. Instead, he focused enough to tug the two strings free. But he paused at my next words. “If you tell me what those motives are…and were." “Ah, there it is. I was sure it had to be some underlying goal that would drive you into my arms. Though I’d have suspected it to be a bit more than curiosity.” “Such as?” I blinked innocently. He gave a cold chuckle. “Now, Fiere…We both know you don’t really want me to answer that question. You want me to answer the one about my motives.” He was right. I do. I could tell he’d already surrendered by the way he tilted his head back to eye me, long before the words came out of his mouth. “My motives before, were to try to remind you of how close we once were. In the hope of showing you that my desires were very different from the others that hunted and tortured you." “You made your point on numerous occasions.” I said dryly. Recalling how frustrating that had made me. “Which was?” He challenged. Quirking a haughty brow. I sighed. Reluctantly explaining. “That you wanted my pleasure, and for me to confess I love you, rather than to take from me, and use me." Ironically, I was uniquely able to see that distinction now. At the time I’d felt like it was just another of our little wars. His personal way of getting one up on me. He dipped his head in a confirming nod. “And, I suppose, a part of me hoped that I might be able to remind you of how you once felt about me.” I considered those words carefully. Studying his face consideringly only to find deep sincerity reflected there. No deception. At least not that I could tell. “And now?" I prompted. “Now, I want to show you I can be everything for you that those who abused you could not.” “Like respecting my right to refuse your attentions?" I challenged jutting an impudent chin. “You have that right. I would respect it and be content to sleep in the same room as you without having to fear that you'd flee me at first light. Or be alone worrying that you were out there cold, naked, or hungry." It struck me then, how much he may've worried about me. Those concerns explained his strangest quirks. Always bringing me dresses or forcing me to eat. He wanted to know I was safe. That melted my heart. I'd felt so alone for so long. And all the while, he’d been right there. Making sure I never was. I palmed the back of his head and pulled it down to me. I traded a passionate kiss with him. Passing secret messages back and forth in the delicate dance of our tongues and lips. He was happy to accept the encouragement. His nimble fingers plucked at the laces of the peach gown. Freeing the back so that a draft of cool air stroked along my spine. As intimate as the caress of his fingertips over that tender skin. My flesh bumped and I gave a fragile shiver of surrender. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled the shoulders of my dress down my arms. Swinging me around as he did, so the backs of my legs were pressed against the side of the bed. The silky dress fluttered down around my waist, then slipped over my hips. Finally, pooling on the floor around my feet. Without that thin barrier, I could feel every inch of his hot, hard body against mine. My hands, with a will of their own, had begun roaming over him. Wanting to touch every smooth or bunched muscle. Wanting to outline every part of him in a way that was nearly worshipping. I want to touch every part of him. I admitted. I was greedy to feel all that golden, masculine skin. That desire to touch him as if he were truly mine, beat down the walls of my restraint. Unleashing something wild within me. His rough palms stroked me with a hunger that matched mine. “Mmm." I moaned in pleasure. “I can't get enough of you, woman." He broke away to growl. “You are my obsession.” Those words vibrated through me. Sending warm thrills straight to my center. Warming my whole body in preparation for his touch to drop lower, to find that tantalizing place between my thighs and set me on fire. You're mine. I thought. But I bit my tongue to hold back the words. Love him or hate him, he's always at the front of my mind. *** Eventually Jackson reached under me to sweep me up. One hand braced under my shoulders and behind my knees. Collecting me into his arms so he could climb onto the bed and set me over it. He dropped down behind me, holding me against him. Curling so his knees were drawn up behind me. And rolling me away from him to wrap an arm around my waist. When he just went still, I stared at the wall in confusion. He’s not after more? An intrusive tendril of disappointment wove through me with terrible precision. “Why are you stopping?" “I told you, baby girl. if I let it go too far, I will lose control." I twisted to look at him over my shoulder. “Why does that matter?” I couldn’t help the contempt rolling into my tone. “Because you want to prove how in-control you are?" My frustration stemmed from the aching inside me. Squeezing my thighs together, I felt like my desire for him had bloomed into a legitimate need. “No, far from. I told you I'm afraid if I start, stopping won't be so easy." “Then don't." I repeated what I'd told him in response to that, before. “It’s not that simple. The wolf in me wants, beyond all things, to mark you and claim you as mine. My Eternus wants to taste your spirit and steal a piece of you to possess forever, and this man…” He quietly stroked a finger in a circle on my hip. “is a wreck for you." “And you think holding them back will cool their yearnings?" “No. But I think waiting to see if you'll agree to be mine would be wise before I let them all fight over who makes love to you." He made it sound like such an intense experience. The three of them, all part of him, fighting to be the one to touch me. Like three separate beings desiring me. It sounds like a torture even worse than some I’ve gone through. “Ah, so you intend to torment the whole lot of us?" I said trying to force a teasing note into my voice to lighten the intensity of the moment. “Only as long as it takes you to decide if I am what you desire. “What if it takes a long while?" “Then it may be a long while before you feel me again.” He let that hang in the air for a moment. Making it feel a little like a threat as he gave it time to sink in. “You can keep asking Fiere. No matter how many times you do, my answer will remain the same. You're worth waiting for.” I twisted to peer at him. Seeing the sincerity scribbled over his face. The deep knots in his brow and the vulnerability in that hard blue gaze. Making him look almost human as I glimpsed the rare sight of his pain. “When I join with you next,” He insisted. “it will be to make love to you, to trade passions with you, until we're both consumed by all this boiling inside me. Not just me." What if we are? What if I’m just not ready to trust him yet? No matter how much I want to? That filled me with sorrow, making me deflate in his arms. And leaving me without the words to respond to his broken declaration.

106 Den Mother “You can keep playing dear.” I waved Chaos and Bea away. Sending them off to keep playing in the water. I wanted to sit right here on the shore and watch those trees where Fury and the boys had gone. I wanted to see what was going to happen. So, I waited, incredibly curious. Wondering what he’d decide when he came back. I understood that somehow, this was how Fury was going to base his decision. Some kind of test for them. So, I watched the trees, knowing I couldn’t intervene, couldn’t ask questions without interfering. I just have to sit here and wait for now. But my lips were twitching as I wondered what the boys were going through out there. Poor things… I caught a blur of motion moving through the edge of the trees, and recognized Fury’s frame. Moving fast. The boys scrambled over each other to keep up. I'd have expected a clamoring riot of shouts as they tried to catch up. But there was only silence, despite their urgency. Chaos and Bea had gone back to playing in the water. Their laughter was as warm and bright as the sun overhead. Wisping in the breeze and blending into the sounds around me. Encircling me with a sort of happy warmth at knowing that my family was all out here. Playing in the water. Playing in the trees. My gaze fell on Chaos and Bea, noticing the fond way that they looked at each other. Already deeply bonded despite the short amount of time that we’d had Bea. The reeds here were plentiful. Swaying in the breeze. Feeling a little inspired, and wanting to distract myself from wondering what Fury was up to with the boys, I trimmed a few stalks. Expertly using my little dagger to shred long pieces from them. Pieces which I could then weave into overlapping strands, to form a basket. First, I made the rounded bottom before guiding them in curving lines up the sides. I made the rows far enough apart that the basket was pliable. Able to be nearly folded in half. They weren't overly large. I wanted them to be small and portable. I braided more strips together to form a long, reinforced strap which someone could carry. I wove the ends of that, intertwining them in the threats on the sides of the basket. Ensuring that everything was meticulously attached. Afterwards, I grabbed a small silk stone from along the bank. Using the smooth edges to rub against the sides and bottom of the reed basket. Waterproofing it as I applied the coating. A seal which could protect the reed stitching for years to come. Afterwards, I rubbed raw dirt on it to conceal the distinct smell. Something we regularly had to do to our clothes as well. That sent my thoughts cascading down another avenue. What would I do if I were alone like those boys. Without Fury? The thought made my chest ache. Still, I was confident now that if something happened, I would know how to evade other wolves. But knowing one could, and truly being prepared for it, were two different things. I hope that never happens. Things were so peaceful with Fury that I could no longer imagine the chaos and fear of that world. Just then I heard laughter. Excited voices chattering nearby, which made me pop my head up to see. “That was fun!" One of the boys cheered. “I didn't know to do that!" “It was sooo fast!" The tall, chatty one squealed excitedly. They were all talking over each other in their excitement. They were all looking at Fury now in the same way that everyone who got to know him, did. Pure adoration. Hero worship. Whatever one chose to call it. I saw their youthful faces upturned toward him. All of them pleading for more of his attention as if they couldn't get enough. I wondered if that was how I peered at him too. I knew the answer was that it was very likely that I did. I sighed. Fury came over and crouched behind me as I lifted one of the baskets to check for flaws. He gave it an inspecting study from behind me. I twisted to look at him, leaning next to me. “Exceptional work. As always." He dipped to drop a sweet kiss atop my head. In the Enoke pack I'd often heard females speaking in awestruck tones of males that they desired. I'd heard a few describe that feeling as having 'butterflies' in their bellies. I hadn't felt like that with Fury, when I first saw him. I'd felt a sort of vein-deep intimidation which coursed through my body at a ferocious pace. But, over time, that fear had bloomed into an appreciation for his physical presence. Then later, more so for his skills in survival. Then even that had changed. Growing like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Emerging over time with long, unfurling wings which had filled every nook and cranny of my being. Almost making me become a part of it rather than becoming a part of me. What I felt when he was close to me wasn't butterflies tickling my belly. It was a whole swarm in every limb, every breath, whispering into every thought. That was what my feelings for Fury were like. Nothing with him is ever as simple as he thinks... “So," I sighed. Dismissing those thoughts as I twisted to look up at him. “What do we have for dinner?" “Buck." “He’s a big one too!" One of the boys scurried up to announce. Overhearing me asking the question, and eager to contribute to the answer. He was taller than the others. Just a bit shorter than Chaos. He had a lovely face with big green eyes. He seemed eager to talk about his adventure. I smiled a little, cheered by his exuberance. “We were out there-we didn't really know where we were going, but he did-He said he'd heard something, so we went that way!" He was gesturing wildly this way and that. Then he made a motion like he was swimming through trees. “We crept and crept. Then, finally we could see it. He told us to faint to the left, then right.” I took ‘he’ to be Fury. “Boy." Fury barked a bit gruffly. “Go find some kindling with the others. Leave my female to her task." “Yes um," The boy muttered. Seeming happy to skitter off with the others to search for sticks. “Your female?" I gave him a curious look. “Would you prefer I didn't call you that?" He asked sincerely. “No. It’s nice to belong." He gave me a pensive study. Pain flickered over his face. “You do belong, Rebekah." I felt instant pressure behind my eyes. Those kind words were nearly enough to shatter the cool veneer I'd learned to nurture. I looked down to hide the depth of emotion crashing in on me. I brushed the muck on my hands off with my skirt. Cleansing them of mud and silk stone residue. Fury reached to lift my chin. “Are you well, kitten?" “I'll be just the thing in a moment." His brow furrowed. “Anything you need?" I shook my head. “Are we keeping the boys?" Fury's teeth flushed as he glanced over at them. “They are rather spunky lads. And with a bit of training, they have the potential to operate as a strong pack." “So, they have promise?" His face sobered. “I think you're right. Chaos and Bea will be safer within a pack. Those are good boys. They just need some discipline." “Think you're the wolf for the task?" I smiled softly. Already knowing what I thought about it. “I could do it." He bobbed his head. “Will you tell them they're part of our pack now?" “No." He stepped closer. Stroking my hair down the back of my head as he pressed his lips to my temple. “You are." “Me?" I jerked back to eye him. “Why me?" “Because you inviting them to join us, will assert your place of authority within this pack. My eyes moved his face. “That’s what you think?" He frowned. “I know, sweetheart. You are what binds us all together." I understood that he meant that without having met me, he'd still be travelling alone. Present. but apart from the rest of the world. “Oh, oh, okay..." I fumbled through my surprise. “What are their names?" “No idea." He turned me, and aimed me toward the spot near the fire where the boys were ripping the limbs off a deer. Nibbling on bits and licking their fingers as they began hanging them over the fire. “Pups." Fury boomed. Making them all freeze as they stared at him. Reacting like he’s their alpha already. I noted. “Look at this female and listen. She is Rebekah, she is the den mother of this pack. You obey her.” Den mother. That was a term usually saved for the eldest and wisest of the pack. Generally old wolves. It was a way of revering them. This was Fury’s way of showing them all that he revered me. And expected them to do the same. It was special. But it also amused me to realize that amidst our blooming pack, I was the eldest. My lips twitched as I heard those words. All the pups’ ears were attuned. Their eyes waiting, as they watched me. Unmoving as they awaited what I’d say. I could see in their eyes that they’d heard every word he said, and now intended to listen to me just as closely. “Tell us your names." I mimicked Fury's tone. Keeping my shoulders straight and chin high as Fury always told me to do in intense situations. “Kirk." The tall skinny one stood up and announced. As if he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life. “My name is Kirk." He looked around. Realizing everyone else was blinking at him, as he nervously sat back down. “I'm Bea!" She broke the silence. Matching Kirk's enthusiasm. It didn't take much to guess that she sensed his awkwardness and sought to soothe the situation. That’s her way. Sweet and kind. I thought.

57 Images in My Hands I was getting more eager to see the pictures, the longer I stood waiting for the photoshop to fetch the stack. I wanted to see the images Eric had taken. If Angelina thought he was good enough to take photos for the Clark & Walker site, then he had to be good at it. And the fact that I hadn’t known he had a talent for it only made me more curious. I’ve never seen any of his photography. And of course, I was going to have to open the envelope to ensure it was the right images. There’d be no harm in taking a look.I made my way to the car and slipped into the driver's seat. I gently peeled open the edge. Sure, that Angelina wouldn't mind if I had a sneak peek.I lifted the flap with a slightly shaking hand. Grasping the glossy pages within. I couldn't help hoping there would be a picture of me in there. I hoped that if he'd taken a photo of me that it would be like glimpsing into his head. Like I might get to see myself through his eyes.I lifted the first image, and saw William West, one of the guys in Marketing. The next was Kane Porter, looking as handsome as ever. Then Gabby, then Angelina, then Krissy. Disappointment was beginning to settle in. My stomach fell, as I realized he’d taken a picture of everyone but me.I flicked through a few more before coming to one that was almost washed out by the sun. I realized that when I looked long enough, I could see a profile in those depths. A silhouette of a head turned to glance over his shoulder. The motion left a long trail of sunlit, silky, brown hair.I registered that the haloed profile was mine. This was not the same clinical, professional photo as the others.This one glitters.He had gotten an angle where he was lower than me. Then he'd captured me in motion. Turning my head with my ponytail chasing through the air. All without me ever knowing."It’s beautiful..." I breathed brushing my thumb over the image. It looked so real that I almost thought I'd be able to feel it.I finally set that one aside and saw a radiant image of me looking over to smile at Angelina. I recognized that moment as when I'd first spoken to her about Frederick asking me to dinner. I was so excited. And that excitement was nearly tangible in the picture. I looked like I was practically vibrating with it. All of that was written over my joyful expression as I shared the moment with Angelina. Unaware it would be incapsulated in time the moment he glimpsed it.The next image was one of me the heartbeat later, when my gaze had fallen to the file, and I'd experienced a flicker of doubt. That uncertainty was there. Frozen in time like all the others.I stared at it now. Realizing that Eric had witnessed all those emotions in me. My hand was beginning to shake as I stacked the pictures on the passenger seat. He took so many of me. I hadn't realized how he was watching me. He saw so much. It was startling and made my chest tight, but it also made me feel a little closer to him. These pictures didn’t look like he resented me. They look like he loves me… That realization had the effect of a fist to my gut. I swallowed. Turning to the next one. There was more of Krissy, Kane, and the others.Then they stopped partway through the morning that first day of the conference.I assumed that was when Eric had set the camera down to do his own work.But the next picture made me freeze. It was a covert picture of the second that Frederick had agreed to invest with me. I was beaming at him from within the soft glow of candlelight. My face was touched by all that soft light. Illuminating along my tanned cheeks and making it look like a glamor shot on a magazine cover. I looked beautiful…He'd immortalized the greatest moment I'd had in recent years. Right here. In this picture. In my hand. My heart melted. I felt like I was caught in a tornado of emotion. Stuck somewhere near the center where there was chaos all around, but it was quiet. I was seeing everything with great detail. Hyper focused. How had I not known he was watching? Where had his date been? Was she sitting right there when he took it? I had so many questions.My breathing was shallow. The ground felt like it was quaking beneath me. I was unsteady. The world as I knew it was destabilized. Why was he, cold as he was, keeping that kind of eye on me. Watching me careful enough to catch all of my most impactful moments.Those photos indicated a depth of interest and involvement that he'd made clear we didn't have...But lately... Lately he'd been so attentive and playful. Offering me little nudges of encouragement just when I needed them most.If these pictures were offering me a look through his eyes, then what I saw was a depth of emotion he'd have adamantly denied.As I flicked through the glossy pages, I found more. And more.Pictures of my hair blowing in the wind as I grinned at Krissy. A heartbeat when I'd turned my face up to the sun as I'd realized I was actually having fun at this conference as I felt a touch of ambition and tasted the hint of success on my tongue.These pictures were almost reverent, sacred, and deeply personal. Not just because of how they'd frozen me forever in some of my most intimate moments, but also, they revealed how endearingly he viewed me. I lowered them to my lap. Staring out the window. How could he feel that way, and not tell me?How could he keep that kind of a fondness a secret from me? And why? Why do it? Why be so cruel instead of show that kind of tenderness? I felt a little betrayed that all this time he hadn't told me.Time rewound. Crumpling in on itself before replaying within my mind’s eye.When Angelina had asked me to pick up the pictures, and Eric's face had flickered with something indefinable. His brows had risen, his eyes widened to take in everything around him with dilated pupils. His lips had parted.I could see now that it was a clear look of alarm.He knew.He'd realized what would be in this envelope. In my hands. My mind whirled. I was angry. Not because Eric had taken them of me, angry because beyond his veneer of toxic cruelty, the same Eric that had once loved me deeply was still there. All this time. Watching me in the same way he always had. Only now, he was working hard every moment to hide it.Beneath all that ice...Damn him!“Eric!" I hit my steering wheel. Grabbing it and shaking it in frustration. “Ahh!"***How could he have wasted all this time? Why didn’t he tell me how he was feeling? Why hide it? I had to have replayed those same questions about a thousand times before I started my car and got the wheels rolling. I was going home. No way I’m going back there. Not like this. Tears were heavy behind my eyes. A moment from pouring down my face. I couldn't bear the idea of sitting across from him and not saying something about it. That would be impossible! I would look at him and know what he did. And he’d know I know. No way I can keep from saying something! I drew a shaking breath. I hadn't even fully processed how I felt about it yet.Saying something to him now would be stupid. It would be angry, brutal, and blunt. And probably not give me the results I wanted. Maybe even needed. I was willing myself not to talk to him about it but I was passing by the Clark & Associates building. More tempted than I’d ever been, to drive right up to it. Walk in there and demand answers. Answers he’ll never give. I knew instinctively that he would deny it. I glanced at the pile of photos on the passenger seat. This level of emotion is not something he'd ever admit to. Not now.A million years ago when we were kids yes, he would’ve. Without blinking. But not now. Now he’s a different person. Mostly. But the truth was, I didn't know how I'd even handle it if he did. Would I be ready for the things that might change if I dared to confront him?I knew there was a possibility that bringing it up could end all future conversations. It could seal both our fates. He might never speak to me again.It could end everything, rather than making him confess.I swallowed. Breathing shakily as I pulled my phone out of my bag and dialed Angelina. Desperate for someone to process this with. Krissy wasn’t that kind of friend. She was the kind of loveable friend that you called when you wanted to go to the bar and get shitfaced. For this, I needed someone a bit more serious. And understanding. Angelina had witnessed our rise and fall in high school and early college. Even if she didn’t fully understand. She knows both of us. She can be the voice of reason I need right now. At least I hoped she could. God knew I needed someone to reason with the whirring voices blaring in my ears, telling me to do different things. The phone rang twice before I heard her answer in a bleary voice. “Hello?" Shit. She was probably sleeping. I’d forgotten she said she’d been up all-night working. I grimaced, wishing I’d thought more about calling her. “I'm sorry to wake you.” I blurted. “I know you were up all night. I just-I-I...” I don’t know what to do.“Allison?" I could hear her sitting up. I hesitated. Tempted to just hang up. I should buck up. I should just go back to work. But I can’t… I can’t face him.

04 Spaces of Our Own “Are you defending him?” Dillon was angry, I’d even said it. Entitlement is very nearly a right for our royalty. They were all entitled. KJ was just the worst of them. “Not hardly. Just making a point.” “It sounds perilously like you are.” He stopped to peer over his shoulder with a painfully judgmental expression. “No. You know how much I dislike him.” “I hope so. You know how he treats the females that long for him. If you let him, have you, he’d be treating you like he does them, forever after that.” “You think I don’t know that?” I asked. A bit of hurt entering my voice. “I’m not that stupid.” “You’re not stupid.” His face softened. “But you’re still young yet.” “I’m eighteen Dillon. Half the women here, were bred years before that.” “I know that!” His voice rose and panic crossed his features. “That’s why I built you that bloody treehouse five years ago.” “So I’d be safe.” I touched his arm reassuringly. “I know. And I’ll be in it every year, until I find a male worthy of being my mate.” “Don’t worry.” I urged. “I won’t fall for his fake charm.” “I hope not. I couldn’t bear it if he hurt you.” “He won’t ever get the chance.” I shook my head. “Okay.” He pulled me in, for a quick hug. Kissing the top of my head tenderly. That was my big brother. Always worrying about me. In his defense, I couldn’t imagine being a male wolf with a sister to protect, beneath the Mating Moon. I knew when it arrived, he would be just as bad as everyone else. Only my pheromone would repulse him, whereas every other female’s, would not. He won’t be able to look out for me. Which was why he’d made the treehouse to begin with. No one can get to me there. He’d built it with such a wide overhang from the branches, that climbing the tree, to get to the treehouse wasn’t an option. Unless one could get above it from another tree. But wolves aren’t particularly fond of, nor good at, climbing. Especially not when they’re turning. The only way into that treehouse was the rope ladder, which I pulled up after getting there. Ensuring there was no way up. As long as I never forget it. Dillon reminded me every year. Numerous times. *** We were crossing the bridge, really just the plank of a gate lowered over the water and re-entered the bailey, when he told me what I already knew. “Mating Moon is in three days.” “I am aware of that.” “If KJ is lurking around, you’ll need to be extra careful. Because even if he can’t lure you in human form, he may try to take you by force as the wolf. We’re nothing like ourselves, when the moon takes hold.” “I know that.” I knew he was saying it because he was worried. But I hated hearing it all over and over again. “Nothing has changed, Dill. It’ll be the same as it always is. So, while you’re rutting around with whatever female you snatch. I’ll be up there. Eating some of your fantastic jerky and handfuls of those berries we found.” He glanced at me. Then glanced again. “I hope they upset your constitution.” “They won’t.” I said haughtily. Hitching my chin. “I have an iron belly.” He rolled his eyes. “No one ever, was so stubborn.” “Hypocrite.” He laughed. “Maybe. Come on baby sister. Let’s get you inside and into a more decent dress.” He noticed. I gaped at his back. Feeling even more self-conscious. But he, thankfully, chose not to discuss it any further. He opened the door of our hut. When mother and father had left us, it had been a flat one-level. But over time, Dillon had reinforced the roof and then built a whole other level above it. He had the top floor. But the bottom is mine. We lived mostly separately. Except for when I want to go out. Then he was always with me. Watching over me as if something might spirit me away, right from under his nose. That thought made me laugh slightly. “What’s so funny?” He was posed on the first rung of the ladder going up to the second level. “Nothing.” I shook my head. “Just how intense you are, sometimes.” “Were I not, you might already be one of those she-wolves pining for the Alpha heir.” “Uck.” I voiced my disgust at that thought. “Thank goodness you’re here, to keep me from his clutches.” “That’s not funny, Hen.” “Would you just relax a little.” I waved upward. “Go to bed.” “Okay. I just worry about you, you know? We don’t have anyone else.” “I know.” I nodded. “Bed.” “You just want some peace.” “I’d love some.” He groaned aloud at my impudence but went up. I knew he’d originally built it with the thought that when we both eventually had mates, we’d be able to bring them home and still be a family. His hope anyway. But I wanted to bully some simpering sot into building me, my own home. A hut for only us. *** Morning had barely arrived when a sound woke me. I peeled reluctant eyes opened and glimpsed sunshine sneaking in the shutters. “Traitorous little rays.” I grumbled. Rolling off my low bed and onto my feet. Veering a zagging pattern toward the knock. Which sounded more loudly this time. I was rubbing my eye with a fist. Still in my oversized nightdress when I opened the door. Seeing KJ on the step, I promptly decided I was still in a nightmare. “No.” I soundly slammed the door. In his face. And it felt delightful. Suddenly I hoped it wasn’t a nightmare. I pushed my ear to the door. Hoping to hear some swearing. Or comments regarding my rudeness. Instead, I heard a soft feminine voice. “She really isn’t fond of you, is she?” 05 Come Calling “I told you, you should knock.” He drawled in that characteristically bored tone. He’s not bored. He’s boring. I decided. Ignoring the impudent little voice in me that was declaring otherwise. She could just shut the hell up. They didn’t say anything more, on the other side of that door. There was a softer knock. More coaxing. Which was good, because I still had my snooping ear against that damn door. Which meant even her soft knock, was like thunder. I grimaced. Hissing in pain as I clutched it. Taking a moment to gather my composure, I put my hand back on the handle. Though I couldn’t recognize her voice through the door, I knew there was only one female that would’ve come with KJ to my front door. I opened it again. Our Alpha’s mate, our beta, gave me an assessing look. From my wild brown curls down my shapeless cream nightdress. Far faded from the white it had once been, by numerous washings in the creek which meandered behind the castle. She paid particular attention to my dirty bare toes, peeping from the hem. I unconsciously slid them back enough, they disappeared under the fabric. There was nothing dirty about the immaculate woman on my stoop. Our queen, by all intents and purposes, was a pristine woman. Her hair the same shining white as her sons, though hers was a flatter shade, not carrying the silvery sheen KJ’s did. She wore a lovely white doeskin. Formed well to cover her lovely shape. Slightly thicker from carrying so many children, she was still a pretty lady. I liked her. I respected her. And I wanted to give her whatever she’d deigned come to my meager hut for. As long as it doesn’t involve KJ. *** Dillon rushed to the square whole and peered down, hanging upside down, to see who had come. One glimpse of who it was, he dragged his head back. I wondered if, from his view, he had seen KJ standing just beyond the stoop. I stepped slightly to the side, to see. Verifying he could not. Thankfully. “I need the castle to have some tidying.” Markinnon explained. “Jen and Cara have both fallen ill and I intend to have a banquet tomorrow eve. If you’re willing to take on the task, I’ll split a boar between all the she-wolves who might assist.” “A whole boar?” “Indeed.” She dipped her head. “All seven of my boys are fine hunters. They plucked a couple just yesterday. It’s hung now.” The mere thought had my mouth watering. I love boar. And Dillon was better at hunting smaller game. Taking on the bigger animals, generally took more than one wolf. Unless one is an expert hunter. I couldn’t even recall the last time I’d had boar. Probably the last banquet at the castle. I speculated. Dillon’s head protruded from that hole again, to give me a long look. He wants boar too. I sighed. “I’ll do it.” As long as I can avoid the eldest prince. I couldn’t help the dark glare that I shot past her. KJ gave a quick grin and his brows a little dance. As if challenging me. My upper lip twitched in derision. “Wonderful.” She murmured. Nodding in satisfaction. “Come over as soon as you’ve dressed.” I gasped. Having nearly forgotten that I stood there in my undignified, oversized nightdress. I flushed warmly, realizing how ridiculous I must’ve looked to our beta. As soon as the door closed and I rounded to put my back against it, Dillon was grimacing on my behalf. “Better get changed." He suggested. “Boar!" I cheered. Even as I winced at how awkward the meeting had been. “Boar.” Dillon echoed. I rushed to my clothing box at the foot of my bed. Throwing garments over my head as I stirred through it. Dillon retracted his head through the cut out. Waiting for me to get changed from upstairs, out of view. But of course, he felt the need to remind me. “Just steer clear of KJ." That’s what he always says…Everytime I leave the house. “The Mating moon isn’t until tomorrow night, he never picks his breeder for the year until the eve of the Mating Moon.” “Just be careful…”“Don’t worry.” I assured. “Avoiding him is my life’s goal." My voice was muffled by the fabric of my dress as I pulled it over my head and wiggled it down.“You dressed yet?" Dillon called from upstairs.“Yeah, I'm good."He came down with a folded scrap of hide. “Here's some berries and jerky if you get hungry."“If?" I quirked a brow. I’m always hungry. He knows that.“Exactly." He laughed. “How you can pack so much food in such a petite frame, is beyond me."I giggled. Swiping the hide from his hands.“Are you going, or what?" He dismissed my glower. “I'm craving boar."I turned but paused to ask him. “How long do you think it will take?"“No idea. You won't know 'til you get there. But I've heard Markinnon can be a slave driver.” “Ohhh.” I bemoaned. “What does that mean?” “She won't let you leave until the castle is immaculate."I deflated. “Joy."“Temper your excitement and go get to work." He ushered me toward the door.“If you're in such a hurry, you could come help."“Markinnon doesn't let any men, not from her family into the castle. You know that."I did. “Well, wish me luck."“Ha!" He laughed. “Don't get killed. Royalty can be quite discriminating." “Thanks for the reassurance, big brother." “It's what I do." He shrugged.“Pfft." I muttered profanity.“Whoa, you're never going to get a mate with that mouth!”“I thought you didn't want me to have a mate." “Not right now, but eventually. I wouldn't want you to live your whole life alone." “I won't." I grinned. “I have you." “Ha." He threw back his head on a laugh. “I can't be your mother-wolf forever!”“Ah-ha!" I pointed at him. “Sounds as though I'm not the one afraid of perishing without a mate."“Ssh." He walked over and turned my shoulders, pointing me toward the doorway. “You should be on your way."I was sputtering on my laughter. He’s chasing me out because he doesn't want any more questions.“I know what you're doing, Dillon!" I called over my shoulder.“I don't know what you're talking about! He pushed me out of the hut and closed the door.“Go get us some boar!" He yelled through the closed plank.

54 Entrapped Below the floating sphere, white lights veered up from the earth. I had to push against the barometric pressure spells that made it hard to approach. I circled myself in powerful magic, and still had to stagger my way up to it. The kelminar behind me were forced through the energy field with me. We had to lean forward against the pressure, pushing onward. Our hair blew back and our clothes strained against us. Restricted by the unseen wind. Eventually I lifted my arm, jerking my wrist around which dropped a series of four slashes of that same light, descending toward the ground. I turned to the soul-eaters and swept my arm toward the stairs, forcing them onward. The four soul-eaters moved forward numbly. Climbing the stairs, their eyes were glazed as they stepped higher toward the orb. As they drew nearly to it, there was a whoosh and the wall opened, revealing what appeared to be glowing white chain link blocking their way. I lowered my head and willed them to move through it. They stepped forward and the barrier allowed them in, while simultaneously electrocuting the hoard that was bombarding it. Their hands and faces hissing as they tried to rush the gate. Every strike and buzz of electricity had my body jolting. The crackling of electricity in my ears. The resilience of that gate depended on the magic I held around it. Eventually they were all through, their echoing shrieks filling the night air, cut off by the electric hiss of the orb snapping closed. I inhaled a long breath. My shoulders heaving and my body drained from the exertion it had taken to hold all the others back as those entered. It was painful. I turned, my eyes sleepy and the wind toying with my hair as I made my way back toward the hill that our house was perched upon. Dawn would be coming soon, and people were already on the road going or coming from their early morning jobs. Bill over in the bakery already had the beginning scents of fresh donuts emerging from the bakery. The town was already beginning to become a flurry of life. Morning joggers in their headbands were already stretching their legs on the sidewalk. Doves in the trees were making their owl-like hoots to herald daylight. I was exhausted. My legs were dragging as I headed back. Completely drained from the exertion of entrapping four more soul-suckers as well as keeping old, very strong ones bound as I did so. Finally, I made it up the hill, into the house. I could hear Marlay and Nicholas in the library. He was grunting. I peered in and saw he was standing with his arms flexed in. Looking intensely concentrated. I realized he’d probably been at it, since I left. I leaned on the doorframe and watched for a moment. My lips twitched with humor at his exertion. Marlay was on the couch there, trying to coach him through what to do. It was so painfully awkward, that I found it intensely amusing. However, it was nice to see that Marlay was doing her magic. He is making progress. Finally, he was practicing changing. Bit by bit, he was beginning to understand what would make his wings emerge. And claws protrude. His shirt made a hissing sound as the pointed tips of those wings cut through them, swishing out from his back and flexing to splay. Taking up the majority of the room in the process. A good start. It’s a good thing Marlay keeps extra clothes in the mansion. Lord knows he’s going to go through quite a few. I turned from the library and headed toward the stairs. But as I set my foot on the bottom step, I heard a voice through the floor just beneath me. “You’re home.” There was relief in it. “Are you okay.” “As okay as I ever am.” I sighed. Unable to keep my weariness out of my voice. My sister had always said that we never knew who might need some help. She’s kind like that. I could no more resent that about her, then I could stop loving her. There’s a good possibility that for every linen he tears, she’ll kindly produce another. It’s who she is. Marlay was every bit soft as I was hard. Which was nice. *** Time rewound, crumpling in on itself and turning back the clock until I was standing in a library. Wandering it and leisurely sliding books off the shelf. Our chaperone sat by the fire, sipping her tea as usual. I had no doubt that at some point, Kurik would find a way to send her off so he’d have a bit of time to get closer to me. But as it was now, he stood at the end of the bookshelf, an imposing shadow watching me select a book. His hard jaw was as sharp as a scythe in the dark. His blue eyes glinted like sapphires in the shadows. He was hard, and beautiful and hypnotic. I should’ve known then. I chastised myself, even from within the depths of the memory. My own small defiance against the fact that Kurik was toying around in my head again. Reminding me of the things I’d seen and felt before. It was his own cruel way of haunting me. “How long do you think I’ll keep playing this game of cat and mouse with you?” He asked me. A serious note in his voice. “I don’t know, Kurik.” I set the book back, not looking at him though my heart was racing. “How long will you?” “Wait for you?” He queried with a raised brow. I turned and gave him a waiting look. Crossing my arms as I unconsciously mimicked his pose. “However long it takes. Though I have great moments of impatience.” “And why is that?” I tilted my head in a beckoning way. “Because I have waited more than a lifetime for you.” He eased closer. So close that I could feel his breath on my cheek as he peered down at me. “I would wait another, just to take you in my arms.” “Perhaps one day…That will be possible.” “Then I shall yearn for that day.” His lips turned in a wicked smile. *** “Stop it!” I sat up. Hissing into the darkness. I could feel him there, in my room. Seeping into the darkness like a sickness that touched everything. I could feel his breath on my skin even now. Haunting me like a spirit that would not be denied. He was everywhere. It was the price of keeping him in my basement. When he’s this close, he can still reach me in ways that my magic has no way of stopping. There was no spell to keep him from reaching out his spirit and touching me. There was no will, no strength I could muster that could reject him in my sleeping hours. I wished with every fiber of my pained soul that I could brush him off, turn away from him in those memories so he could feel my rejection as icily as I still felt his. Though he hadn’t said the words to toss me aside, his actions had done just as much. Carving out a piece of me, a younger more naïve piece that would never be returned. He’d stolen a form of innocence from me that was gone forever. Perhaps it was that piece I missed more than those moments we shared. When I didn’t know what he was. It left a part of me feeling ugly, twisted and broken. His bite had stung deep, leaving a wound which had festered and now left me full of venom. That what was what it was like having loved and lost Kurikus Warrick.

84 Too Calm I only made it a short way further before I could no longer take the squeaking and chaffing in my boots. The water which hadn't managed to completely yank them off, had succeeded in filling them to brimming. Saturating my sock and forming blisters against every bit of skin it touched. It hurts. After a while, I had to take them off and tie the laces together to throw them over my shoulders in the hope that the dunes might be able to dry them out before my feet were burning from the baking sand. I didn't dare take my socks off for fear of the sand toasting my feet as it was now. The heat of the dunes would have them drying quickly, even if leaving them a bit filthy. I was beginning to see why Alder was very often running around barefoot. It’s less complicated. *** I was hopeful when the oasis came into view. He's got to be in there. My mouth was dry, my lips were starting to crack, and my skin felt stiff and hot from the relentless sun. I checked for rovers before rushing to the water. I greedily scooped handfuls into my mouth. Buddy was right next to me. Lapping with the same enthusiasm I exhibited. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of the fluid over my splitting lips and down my parched throat. I’m so thirsty. Once we'd gulped our fill, I summoned Buddy to my side and rushed back in the direction which I'd originally come from. Back toward the Main House. I surged from the treeline, hoping to at least catch sight of Alder's back in the distance. Perhaps topping a dune in the distance, at least. But I didn't. He was nowhere in view. How did I fall behind? My traitorous mind began ticking off the ways. Nearly drowning, having to rely on Buddy to get out of the tunnels, taking off my shoes, stopping to drink. All of which were things Alder wouldn’t have had to bother with. He doesn’t waste time. I stood there in frustration, peering out over endless mounds of sand. Just when I was prepared to move on, my hopes a little worse for the wear, I heard rocks scraping from the cave above the oasis. Where I’d hid out with Alder during an acid storm. My eyes shot that way, though I didn’t see something right away, I realized why Alder would be up there. Water bottles. I realized. Envisioning the vast store that the rovers had hoarded into that cave in the rockface. The Tinies back at the warehouse are probably going to need it when we get there. As hot as I was out here, I imagined them in that metal box, had to be in even worse shape. I cringed at the thought. He was right to go after them. That would be a horrible way to die. I slapped my leg quietly. Hoping Buddy would catch the motion despite there not being any sound. He did. He sucked in against me, stepping when I stepped. We moved into the cover of trees. We ducked behind a wall of shrubs, and one large tree. I want to see who’s coming out of there, before they see me. Even though I felt in my soul that it was Alder, it would be unwise to count on that. Especially not out here. I peeked up at the cave opening. Watching until I saw Alder's bronzed shoulders and fair head come into view. He was swinging a bag over his shoulders. Setting the backpack in place. Then he made his way down the rockface. Hopping the last six or seven feet with the agility of a jungle cat. He immediately found the slight path we'd followed before. He's going to have to walk right past us. He'll know instantly. I still hadn’t fully decided what I was going to say to him. Even though I’d declared that I was going with him, I knew he was going to be upset that I’d followed him. I was so relieved to have caught up to him after my many delays, that words seemed to be escaping me. He’ll be even more upset that I could’ve gotten hurt. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that confrontation yet. But my time for calculations was about to come to an abrupt end. Alder had his head ducked as he drew close to us. His mind seemed to be elsewhere. So much so that, to my surprise, he didn't sense our presence at all. He kept right on walking. Buddy was not so perplexed. Once he'd gotten a good look at Alder, and now felt the need to announce his presence. And mine. He gave a great, long, whooping howl. A sound which seemed to go on forever. Alder rounded in a crouch. His hand on the strap of the backpack as if he’d toss it off if needed. His sharp gaze cut the trees apart. Looking for the source of the sound. Sighing, I stepped out. “What are you doing!" He straightened. Tossing his arms in exasperation and throwing his head back as he looked heavenward. “You know what I'm doing!" I matched his tone. “I told you! I am not going to let you go alone." “Sweetheart,” He emphasized the word, as if trying to will himself patience. “Can't you see that I am in more danger when you're around.” “No, I cannot.” I said flatly. “What if several of them attack you at once. You don’t have eyes in the back of your head.” “Ughhh.” He groaned. “With you there, I'll be more concentrated on your safety than on doing what needs done. You're a lovely distraction." “Be that as it may." My voice hardened. Unwilling to be swayed by his flattery. “I am not letting you go alone." He scoffed. “You do know I can outpace you, and just leave you behind, right?" “I'm not going to let you do that." His brows lifted. He hooked one thumb in one of the straps of the backpack. He cocked his hip to the side. “And just how do you think you could stop me?" I patted my leg. Buddy huffed. Rattling the bushes as he emerged. Pushing through them so they bent aside like a flood was pouring out. His dark shoulders rose above my elbow. He positioned himself next to me. His shoulders flexed as he matched my tension. He seemed to sense that Alder was the focus of my ire. His gaze locked on Alder. “Buddy." Alder greeted the sand hound. Buddy didn’t move. Even I half-believed he might attack Alder if I directed him to, the way he was acting. I thought I was bluffing. But Buddy seemed far more perceptive to my wishes than I’d have ever thought. “You know,” Alder said thoughtfully. Sighing. “His mother was my friend. She taught me how devoted a sand hound could be. She was wonderful. She revealed to me their capacity for loyalty, and their desire to protect their family." “That's why you left him for me." I filled in. Recalling finding the pup there all alone. While Alder was nearby. “But where is his mother then?" Alder talked over me. Not answering. “I found her as a pup. Raised her… But eventually she wanted to go out on her own, to find a mate." “So... What happened?" I asked, captivated. He looked away. “When I saw her out, I followed her to her den so I could check on her now and then." I felt like I could see where this was going. “Did something happen to her?" “Rovers killed her. Right here in the oasis.” He nodded toward the water at the center. “Her and her mate. But the rovers were in such a hurry to slaughter her, that they failed to notice the pup that she'd shielded with her body." “She wasn’t trying to attack them, she wanted to defend her pup!” I gasped in outrage. “I think so. But they didn’t know that. At least, I think not.” “She was your friend!” I expostulated as I registered what he’d done next. “How could you not keep him!" “Couldn't." “Why not! Because of the basters? You could've kept him out here." I gestured around. “Plenty of space.” “He was too little, wouldn’t have made it on his own this far out for those long spans.” “He did when we had to leave him in the tunnels.” Alder dipped his head, giving me a reprimanding look. “He was a bit bigger by then.” “That was only days later.” “They grow fast.” I paused. Wiping sweat from my brow and giving Buddy a thoughtful look. “Yeah, I suppose they do.” Alder eyed me. His jaw was tight. “What is your point in presenting him to me? Do you intend to threaten me?" I lifted my chin. I had no idea if I could even get Buddy to go after Alder, or if he'd just gallop over and lunge on him like a happy labrador. And if he does attack, would I ever be able to get him stopped? But I was prepared to bluff. “If you make me do so." “With Buddy?” He asked. There was a dangerous tone to his voice. And his posture told me I was walking on sketchy ground. Uh-oh…What don’t I know? He looked hot as all hell, standing there, his handsome face blank and his shoulders squared. He was in complete control. He had that icy calm look that he tended to get when someone else thought they had the upper hand, but they absolutely did not. Not good…

03 Favorites “Touch me, and I’ll wrap this rope around your neck.” “Ooh.” KJ pursed those lips with interest. “I might like you getting rough.” “That wouldn’t be a problem.” “So, it’s a yes then.” “No.” “All I hear,” He pulled his ear out to listen. “Is a woman fighting her own desires.” “Yes, please, my prince. Take me. I’m yours.” Suddenly the grin was wiped from his face and his eyes darkened. He took a long step and closed what little space remained between us to stare me down. “Careful what you say to me, Sweetheart.” But there was no teasing tone in this. He said it almost viciously. I was saved from having to reply. “Is that KJ?” It was my brother’s voice. We both twisted our heads to look at the balcony above us. Dillon’s dark head was visible. With a furious expression written over his face. I didn’t have to say anything. He’s not really asking. He can spot the prince, a mile away. “Throw a rock at him.” Dillon commanded. “And kill your prince?” “No body. No one knows.” Dillon said. Dropping the rope ladder down from the side of the treehouse and beginning to climb down. “I’d find it likely, someone might suspect you.” “Mmm.” Dillon said skeptically. Indicating he clearly thought it was worth it. “Get out of here!” “I suppose I should leave you before your attentive brother, decides to come at me. I have a feeling you’ll like me even less, should he and I have a bout.” “You’d be correct.” “Then I fear I must leave you for the day. Though I truly, truly, do hope I get to see more of you today.” He was inspecting my cleavage as he said it. Making his implication clear. I glared at him. Not wanting my brother to know what we’d been discussing. He’ll only get madder. Dillon moved between the Alpha heir and myself. Shielding me protectively. “How long do you actually think you’ll keep her from me?” “As long as it takes.” Dillon was reaching behind him to push me further into the shadow of his body. KJ gave a doubtful cluck. “What I want, I always get. I can only wait so long. You know what I mean, don’t you Dill?” The nickname was a remnant from when they’d been friends. A long time ago. He was giving Dillon a look as though there was more to it, then the simple words would imply. What? They exchanged a long stare. Conveying a message, I didn’t understand. “I’m not one of your little playthings, KJ.” I put a hand on Dillon’s bicep to peer around his arm. Wanting to intervene and quell the tension building between them. I could feel a pending fight, heavy in the air. Neither of them is willing to back down. I didn’t know what had begun this little war of theirs, but Dillon was the only one I knew who liked KJ even less than I did. “Not yet.” He countered with an arrogant smirk. That was the way he always talked. Like it’s just a matter of time. KJ was known for having his favorites each year. The female he’s set on breeding. As much as he enjoyed torturing me, he was extra attentive this year. Which, admittedly, made me a bit nervous. And seemed to make Dillon a lot nervous. I’m never going to be one of his pretty toys. I’d seen them all come and go. Mourning him all year, after the Mating Moon. When he paid them no more mind. At least not publicly. I had no idea if he was joining with them in the depths of that castle. I don’t want to know. “Best get to deciding which female you’ll breed this year.” I said harshly. “Mating Moon is only a few days away.” He chuckled coldly. Giving me an amused look. He turned on his heel. Whistling as he walked away. “That fucking guy.” Dillon hissed. Grinding his teeth in fury. When he went to step forward, I caught his arm. “You can’t go after him!” “He’s a prick.” He defended. “I know that, and you know that. But we’re still expected to honor him. Declaring war on him, is challenging the Alpha.” Dillon was giving me a pensive look. Then gazing back after KJ longingly. “You know, you two used to get a long really well.” That caught his attention. Making him turn back to me so suddenly that I had to quickly cros my arms or risk a fierce chiding regarding my garb around the next Alpha. “That was a long time ago.” Was all he’d say. All he ever says about it. “You ever going to tell me what happened?” “Not in this lifetime. Some tales are not for little girls.” I snorted. “I’m far from, and you know it.” “Still look like it.” He nodded toward my short frame. “Don’t think for one minute, that I’ve failed to notice how hard you’re trying to change the subject.” “I’m succeeding, Henna. Leave it alone.” I was annoyed, but I knew that tone, well enough to know it was pointless to pursue the subject just now. He’ll not say another word on it. I sighed. “You’re the most stubborn.” “No. No. You’ve held that title many years now.” “I’m not stubborn!” I defended. Walking behind him as we headed back across the field toward the lowered gate of Lariot Castle. Reminding me how far out my treehouse was. “Yes. And I can fly.” Dillon said dryly. But I was distracted by what I’d been thinking. “What do you think he was doing so far out here?” “Spying on us.” “To what end?” “To annoy you, probably. Or to get to me.” Either one is a good possibility. Why does he like getting under our skin so much. I couldn’t help blurting the question on my mind, as usual. “Why is he like that?” “Who the hell knows?” He shrugged. Before suggesting. “Because he’s entitled?” “If you were the wolf prince living in that castle, you’d be entitled too!”

01 Treehouse I had a treehouse. That was what made me special. Unique. It was beyond Lariot castle and its inner bailey, past the wooden gate which was generally left lowered, and just after the expansive grain field that would feed us well through the leaner months of snow. And when the Mating Moon rose and took over every wolf for the four hundred miles encompassing the Doglands, every other female that didn’t have somewhere to hide or lock herself in was bred. Willing or not. If she’s caught. When the most playful, good natured of our males turned into predatory, feral things ready to hunt down every female pheromone they caught whiff of. But they couldn’t get to me. I intended to choose my own mate. And who breeds me. I was unwilling to submit to any of them. I’d yet to meet one I yearned for as a mate. But every year, about this time. I started preparing that treehouse. Stocking it with food. Checking the rope ladder, climbing up and down it to ensure the ropes were sturdy. And hauling up pails of water with the help of my brother, Dillon. Who had originally built it for me, when I came of age to be bred. He and I were all that was left of the Witherstring family. Mother and father had caught the wolf plagues that decimated most of the Doglands, and exiled themselves, with everyone else carrying the disease, to protect their young. Heading out into the wilder woods surrounding the castle. Risking coming across the beast of the Wildwood or the feral packs out there, that had banded together to survive. Dillon and I were part of what remained of the next generation of the Lariot pack. The rope I held creaked as I tugged it a bit harder. Working my hands higher up and ignoring the uncomfortable chaffing along my palms. Sloshing that metal bucket back and forth and sending a spray over me. Dousing the front of my hair and down my front. I swore and ignored it, while I pulled on the other rope. “Ha ha!” Dillon laughed. “Caught a splash there, didn’t you?” “Are you making me do this, just to laugh at me?” I demanded of him. Ignoring his grinning face hovering over the balcony of the treehouse to beam at me. “Nope. Just an extra perk.” He untied the pail and took it through the open entrance to put a flat of wood over it. Same as the others. He came back out, sweeping a hand through his curling black hair. “It’s payback, after all the years I had to do this. You’re finally big enough, for me to get to hang out up here, picking my nose.” I huffed in annoyance. Tossing my curling brown hair back over my shoulder. Leaving it fluffed, in its usual wild tangle. My dress was soaked. I pulled it away from me to inspect it disdainfully. “Next pail.” Dillon called. “That’s the last of them.” I hollered back. Still frowning at my old blue dress. Flicking it to try to dry it off, so it didn’t cling to me so readily. “I’ll go in and get everything situated.” “Fine.” I muttered absentmindedly. Assessing the damage of my dress. And wondering how I was going to get back through the bailey, in this, I didn’t notice someone’s approach. “What have you done now, Henna?” I knew that playful, drawl. I immediately stiffened. Turning away, as I suffered the immediate urge to keep the fabric from me, in an effort to hide what it revealed. Not wanting him to see. “Oh, no need for that.” KJ Lariot, one of the eight princes of our pack, strode around to the front of me. Catching my wrists as he caught my movement, and shaking my hands lose to inspect the damage. Freeing the dress from my fingertips. As it settled to stick against the hollow between my breasts. Revealing the wide, smooth hollow between and molding around the inner and lower curvature of them, though not quite revealing the soft brown nipples beneath. Thankfully. Though they immediately hardened due to the cold. Increasing the intensity of his study. His pupils pinpointing then blooming as he focused on the alluring curves, that traitorous damn dress revealed. He was tall. Towering over me, though most did. He was lean and honed from sword fighting his seven brothers. He had a narrow, angular face that was full of expression. Usually, disdainful amusement at the expense of everyone else. He had waving silvery blonde hair that was always smoothed back from his face. That hair was so pale it was undeniably striking. There were whispers that the Lariots had fey blood in them, and that’s why they all had tints of white in their hair. Others gossiped that they were cousins of Archer Gray, the Dark Prince of White Mountain Fortress. But I didn’t believe any of that. He didn’t have blue eyes like most of the fey. He had odd, distinctive, gold eyes that had a way of watching you like a predator sighting prey. I didn’t like that thought I won’t ever be his prey. His frame was made broader by the fur trimmed, brown leather vest he wore. The black and gray pelt trimming it lifted to surround his face, silhouetting him and making him seem more imposing. As if he needed help with that. His deerskin leather pants were cut in straight lines that molded sinewed legs and muscled flanks. It was his most common outfit. What he chose to wear any time he wasn’t expected to be in fancier garb, such as for a fine banquet or ceremony. Nonetheless, it drew the eye. It was what I remembered him always wearing, when we were all little. Though he’d not filled it out as much as he did now. Between the open flaps of that vest, I could see the black leather encircling his neck. Hanging from it was the mark of the Lariot. A silver wolf’s head carved into shining metal. It rested between the lean lines of his defined chest. Sitting just where his sternum ended above the outline of a hard abdomen. All those muscled lines seemed to converge there. Luring my gaze lower… “Who’s staring now?” He lifted a brow. 02 Practice I frowned up at him. Knowing he’d pulled my hands away, to get a glimpse of some of my curving shape. Something he was never permitted to see, otherwise, only made me more appalled he’d caught my eyes lingering on his bare torso. “Getting enough of a look?” I said acidly. Though he was the precious prince of the pack, destined to be our next Alpha, I defied him more often than not. However, I’d submitted to his demand to see what I was hiding. But I wasn’t about to bend to anything more than that. And making clear my displeasure with his appearance, was an absolute necessity. He clucked in his cheek and tilted his head. Still not looking away. “Did you?” My cheeks were flushing. But I refused to answer. So, he chose to. “Do you think I could ever get enough of you?” He purred. His eyes lifting beneath those slashing brows to look at me. “Ugh.” I rolled my eyes. Does he ever give it a rest? No. This is KJ. Kinnon Jason (not Junior as one might expect) Lariot, was the most infuriating being to ever exist in the Doglands. Of that, I was certain. No one has him beat. Then, as if my mounting anger was not enough to sate his desire to aggravate me, he spoke again. “Come on by the castle, and we could find out, Little Henna.” He said in that deep husky voice that had all the she-wolves in our pack moistening. Not me. “I’m not little anymore, Kinnon Jason.” I reminded. Emphasizing his whole name because I knew it annoyed him. Only a twitch at the corner of his mouth, revealed I’d gotten to him. Just a little bit. I’ll take it. “I see that.” He rumbled in that devilish voice that seemed to caress over my skin teasingly before trailing up to my ear. Which always, immediately annoyed me. I would’ve loved to swat that wicked grin right off his good-looking face. The fact that someone out there had designed a man that looked that good, that was that evil, was demented. He’s ungodly awful. “Where are your brothers?” I peered over his shoulder. Making a big production of trying to spot them. “I thought you were too co-dependent, to ever be without them?” He grinned. “I’d be more than happy to spend all manner of time without them, if I were alone with you…” “Do you ever stop?” “Stop what?” He asked innocently. “Flirting with anything, with tits?” “Ooh.” He said, brows furrowing as he feigned deep disapproval. “Now. Now. That’s not how a she-wolf should speak to her Prince, now is it?” “Do you forget, I know all too well, that you’ve said much worse?” I leaned forward to accuse. “Only about you.” He lifted and lowered his brows. Unabashed. “And I’d say far worse, if I had you to myself.” “I’d rather burn alive.” I said hatefully. Annoyed by the suggestion that he could do anything other than goad me. “I could make you.” “Make me what?” “Burn.” His gaze levelled on me now. In that terrible, piercing way. “By what? Lighting me on fire?” He pursed his lips. Enhancing those high slashing cheekbones. And the hollow of his cheeks beneath. “Oh, I could definitely do that.” “We’re not talking about flames, are we?” “Just about me getting you…Hot.” “Unlikely.” “Mmm.” He hooked the neckline of my dress upward and pulled. Drawing me forward, a stumbling step. Taking in a deep sniff, his eyes went hooded. “The things I’d do to you, Sweetheart.” “You’ll never have the chance.” I said disdainfully. “Never say never, Sweetheart.” He flashed a pleased grin. Gesturing above us. “In just a few days, it’ll be a new Mating Moon. Maybe I’ll mate you this year.” I scoffed. “I think the word, you’re looking for is ‘breed’ not mate.” I jerked from his grip and took a step back. Crossing my arms over my damp chest. “I’m unsurprised, you don’t know the difference. Since the entire concept of having an actual mate is foreign to you.” “Is it?” He tilted his head. Speaking in that husky, honeyed tone that told me he was clearly flirting with me. As usual. “Or have I just not chosen her yet?” He gave me a meaningful look. “Oh, please.” I said sarcastically. Nothing is further from the truth. “Are you begging me?” He blinked with a fake, intrigued expression. There’s nothing genuine about him. “Hardly.” I spat. “Perhaps I’ve just been practicing.” He suggested. I scoffed. Asking annoyedly. “Every year since you were twelve?” “Then I’ll certainly know what I’m doing for her, won’t I?” He gave a roguish half smile. “Perhaps you haven’t found ‘her’ because it’s a ‘him’?” All hints of a smile vanished. “Is that how you’d talk to your Prince?” His face went more serious. “Would you rather I curtsied, and feigned politeness?” “Uck.” He sneered. “I’d rather die.” “So, I should then?” I asked hopefully. “You could try. From you, it might prove adorable.” He tapped the bottom of my chin. Always touching me. I hated when he said that word, in the same sentence as any reference to me. Which he seemed to enjoy doing. A lot. “I’m far from adorable.” I said fiercely. “Take your clothes off and prove it.” He taunted. “I, for one, choose death.” He chuckled. Clearly happy to banter all day. When all I wanted was for him and his honey brown eyes to go the hell away. “You didn’t say that the last time I kissed you.” “I was a child.” “It was a nice kiss. You practically begged for it.” That had me shaking with rage. It was one memory I wished I could shake from his fool head. “It was the last one.” I said heatedly. “Mmm.” He gave me a careful study. Stepping a bit closer as if plotting to change that, right now. Which knowing him, he might try.

115 Worse “What will happen to him in that tree?” Zierno queried thoughtfully as Neph gathered dirty towels and cleansed the rag she’d used on the boy. She shrugged. “Eben will be suspended there, with no way to move and only time to think.” “Will he die?” “Not unless I tell the tree to crush him.” “Please don’t.” “I wouldn’t unless you bid it. Though after seeing that child, I’m even more unsure that he deserves your loyalty.” “If you knew him when he was young…” “I’m sure I’d have seen the same thing you did. You have a way of seeing the good, even after it has gone.” “Is that what I’ve done?” Zierno asked her. Hung onto the good in Eben, even after it was gone? “Yes.” Miernephen nodded. “He wasn’t always bad. He grew that way. Who knows what changed him.” “Power.” Zierno supplied. “The constant worry of betrayal, brought it to fruition.” “And his brutal hand.” She contributed. Zierno admitted that was true. “What will you do with the boy?” She queried. “I?” “You’ve promised to protect him.” “Exactly that. I’ll keep my word for both his sake and Eben’s.” “Will you make him your heir?” “Yes. That’s what Eben would’ve expected me to do.” “He’s a good boy.” “It sure seemed that way.” “Keep him safe.” She urged. “You know that I will.” She nodded. Giving him a hesitant look, it seemed like she’d say more. But before she did, she’d decided against it. She’d walked from the room and slipped out. Leaving Zierno alone with his grief. He stared at the steam still rising from that tub before the fire. He traced the tendrils and imagined the horrific fate of being trapped in a tree. Immobilized but free to think. Horrible. He wondered if that would give time for Eben to rationalize, or only make his rage grow? Perhaps one day we’ll find out. *** Goodbye was horrible. Unbearable, really. And it came far too fast. The very next morning. At first light, Zierno had given Miernephen his precious Heretic. If she’s going to be alone out in those woods, she’ll have a horse that will protect her. In truth, his mount had grown quite fond of her. He’d insisted she have it. She’d been emotional as she took the reins. Silent tears streamed her face. She’d kept her head down to conceal them murmuring her thanks. Once she was atop the huge mount, Zierno stared at her worriedly. She looks so small up there. Then it had been Doblin’s turn. He’d told them each goodbye. Except Tears. Her, he was taking with him. He said as much. “You my Neyar. You will not leave my side!” “You could not order me away, if you wished it.” Doblin smiled. Shooting her a fond glance. When had they grown so close? “Goodbye Sanawae, Ratifay.” He nodded to Dread and Lucas. Slapping a hand to the shoulders of each Kurdikus brother as he told them farewell. “Well done, Ragers.” They nodded at him as if he were royalty pinning medals on their vests. They respect him like that. Zier noted. Doblin exchanged a long look with Zierno. Eventually, Doblin gave him a nod. Zier knew what it meant. Tears was not so subtle. She launched at Zierno, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’ll miss you! So much!” “It’s wonderful to see you happy, little sister. You hang onto that.” She pulled back to grin at him. “I plan to. As long as he lets me.” The adoring way Doblin was watching her, Zierno had the feeling that it would be a long while before he could possibly tire of her. “And you, my Drowden.” Doblin returned to stand before Zierno again, drawing his attention. “You served me when I most needed you. I’ll be here to support you as the Netherlands new king, in the same way. It is my turn, friend, to serve you.” “As my captain, I presume?” “Indeed. I’ve some thoughts I’d like to leave you.” Zierno waited. Doblin gave him some suggestions to strengthen the defenses of the Netherlands castle. Some insightful enough that Zierno’s brows lifted in surprise. “Perhaps a regular marked for the outlying villages, would lure more inhabitants from the other realms.” “Oh?” Zierno was intrigued by that. “Yes. To help your new realm grow while simultaneously relieving some of the pressure on the commoners of other realms. I know with all certainty that there are many that would leave Igonox at the earliest opportunity.” Igonox had always been a tense realm with a sense of darkness blanketing it. “What is wrong in that kingdom?” Zierno asked, sensing that Doblin knew more than he was saying. “Demons. Despicable shifters.” Demons? Zierno reared back. Astonished by that. He’d always thought when Teverius mentioned the darkling kind that he was using some of his metaphors but the fact that Doblin said it now, was convincing. “There’s more darkness out there, than you know.” Doblin asserted, reading his expression. “You will always be needed to fight that.” “The more people we can free from that darkness,” Doblin continued. “The better. Their rulers there are the vilest kind.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” Zierno said. Still soaking it all in. “Sounds good.” Doblin shook his hand. “I’ll be sure to return when you’ve a need of me.” “And how will I let you know that.” “You won’t have to.” “You’ll just know, I presume?” Zierno was half-laughing as he shook his head. “Exactly.” Doblin grinned brightly. All the time Doblin was telling them farewell, Neph said nothing. When Doblin had finished speaking to them all, Neph climbed atop a black steed she’d gathered from the royal stables. She caressed his neck and murmured to him, turning him to the bridge leaving the castle. Not so much as a farewell. Zierno’s brow furrowed in disbelief. She has nothing to say to me? He felt anger tightening his chest. All the while, our time together was for this end. Nothing more. Zierno felt suddenly ill. He’d thought the pain he felt for helping to trap Eben in a tree was the worst he could experience, but Neph leaving him to go with Doblin and Tears, was worse.

114 After It's Gone Looking at Miernephen’s face, it was impossible for Zierno to tell what she felt. Or wants? Zierno sat on the throne to appease the crowd. Waiting for them to lose interest and leave. Which was almost instantly. As soon as the group filtered out, Zierno was out of the seat and setting his crown on the armrest. He moved into the receiving room and found Doblin, Tears and Miernephen huddled into a corner chatting. “Ah, there you are. Our good king.” Tears cheered. “I don’t know how long you and my sister may wish to keep the former king in his cage, but if or until you allow his return, I think you should consider looking after what lurks behind your throne.” “Lurk-what!” Zierno shook his head. Brow furrowed. “He does generally know what he’s talking about.” Tears said. “You may want to look.” “What is it?” She shrugged. Giving a helpless guesture. He glanced at Miernephen and found her looking equally as puzzled as he did. He returned to the throne room with her on her heels. He strode onto the dais and twisted to peer around the throne. From the cramped shadows there, the whites of a pair of eyes peeked up at him. He blinked and leaned further over. Realizing that the silhouette he was seeing was of a small boy crouched there. “I thought father was back.” He said weakly. Taken aback Zier gestured for him to emerge. “Come out of there. Stop lurking in darkness.” “I’m not aloud to come out?” “Says who?” Zier’s voice rose. “My father.” “Well, I’m telling you to come out now.” Rising slowly, the boy made his way around the chair, avoiding eye contact with both of them. Circling to face Zierno, his eyes fell to the floor. The boy was about six or seven, and there could be no question as to who he was. He was a replica of the boy Zierno had met nearly thirteen years ago. He looked exactly as Eben had then, save for the fact that he wasn’t quite as chubby. Lifting the boy’s chin with a finger Zier asked. “Why does a prince live in shadows?” “I am not a prince. My mother was a queen. I am a bastard. The shame of this house. Father said they would kill me if they knew of my existence.” They? “They who?” “His enemies.” Zier grunted. “What is your name, boy?” “I am Zierno of the Netherlands.” Zier reared back. Stunned that he and this boy would share a name. “No, boy. I am Zierno.” The lad shook his head adamantly. “No. You are the man Zierno. I am the boy. My father said he named me after you.” “How would you know what I look like?” “I’ve seen you, from behind the tapestries.” He gestured to one far to one side. “Why have I never known you?” Zier asked softly. A bit heartbroken to find that the man he’d thought of as a brother had a secret son, one he’d named after Zierno. “My father said I was to always hide. He said I would be his legacy, his secret weapon, if anything ever happened to him.” The boy’s lip quivered. “Has something happened?” *** It made sense why Eben would’ve hid the existence of his bastard son. He’d worried that Dorin or perhaps one of his own advisors would’ve harmed him. And without a queen or a brother to protect his young, the boy was vulnerable to any attack. But leaving him stuffed in walls seemed unjustly cruel. As much as Zierno was conflicted that Eben had named his own son after him he was upset by the secret the former king had kept. This poor boy. Miernephen had taken her time leading the boy upstairs. He’d huddled next to her skirts, as if afraid of the servants looking at him. She’d summoned a bath. Zierno had followed her, worried that the nearly feral boy might strike her in his panic. He stayed a distance back, by the door. Letting her do as she would. She’d helped the boy from clothes that were nearly black with filth. He was pale white and had a guant look to him. His eyes flitted as though he were scared he’d be struck any moment. Poor kid. It made Zierno ill to see it. She helped guide the boy in the bath and guided him through cleansing his body before she wiped down his face and soaped his hair. She’d called to the servants and requested that a servant find her some clean clothes which might fit the boy. “I only have my own son’s!” The maid cried. “Might we purchase them?” Zierno offered dully. “I’d be happy to add a bit for your troubles.” With that said, the young woman was eager to help. She rushed back with plain pants and a long tunic in hand. Zierno pressed a coin into her hand for her troubles. “Thank you.” She clutched it and nodded gratefully. Neph helped the boy into them and brushed his hair. Lathing attention on the boy. When she was done, she turned him to face the dusty mirror in the empty chamber. The boy took one look, his limp trembled, and he threw himself into her arms. She laughed. Holding him against her and stroking his head until his thankful tears had stopped. “No more hiding for you, boy. You should be out in the open. A young heir of the Netherlands.” “But-” “No one will harm you. Long as I live.” Zierno made a solemn promise as he looked into those youthful eyes. Filling like time had rewound until he looked into his young friend’s all over again.” Zierno had directed one of the servants to clean another chamber for the boy. Much as Eben had always ordered for him. Then when it was ready, she took the boy over to get him settled in. Before returning and facing Zierno. “It was cruel to leave him in the walls.” “Clever though. I’m learning that’s how my friend was. Both clever and cruel.” “He did love you though.” Neph said. “He thought you were his brother too.”