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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.”

98 Land-Ho I considered what Jackson had said. He knew one of his sailors had lied to him, and the man’s motives were in question. That wasn’t the kind of thing Jackson would let go. “So, what will you do?" “Well, first I'll have a chat with cook to find out if he even sent Walter down there." “Now? But Haven is so close!" I wanted to experience it with him. An truthfully, I was feeling a bit of nervousness from realizing that the unknown was quickly approaching. His presence would soothe that worry. “No, sweetheart. First, we'll ensure we get safely into harbor, then I'll find out what's going on." He’ll be on deck. I smiled. “Okay. I'm so excited to see it!" “I'm excited to show you." that severe expression evaporated. Dimples flashed as he grinned. There was a happy flutter in my chest upon knowing that he wanted to take me around Haven. That perhaps the man that had built it to begin with, wanted to share it with me. It’s another piece of him I didn’t know about it. But I wanted to learn. *** All the sounds of landing were chaos. Jackson requested I remain in the captain's quarters to stay from the sailors' path so they could do their jobs. Without having me underfoot. But it meant I had to witness the landing from below deck. Which was about enough to drive me mad. I stood there staring at the ceiling above me. I could hear commanding shouts, thumping, and the creaking of ropes. I imagined sailors running from one end of the boat to the other. And shimmying up those ropes to secure lines before sliding back down. I couldn’t resist running to the porthole to peer out. Land was close enough I could've reached through the window and touched it. The ship jolted so hard I was thrown back. Someone above me cheered. “Land-ho!" I echoed it from below, unable to resist. I was still hopping in small circles when Jackson opened the door. He stopped there. Laughing. “What the devil are you doing?" “I'm about to see it!" He gave another chuckle. Then his laughter faded. “In such a hurry to get away from my cabin?” My smile was dashed. “No, Jackson. Not at all! I’ve just waited so long to see this place." “Would you like me to show you around?" “Yes! Please." That made him happier. He offered me his arm, and we went up to the deck. Then headed on to the gangway. That led to the first moment my foot touched Haven soil. As my slippered foot reached out and felt the ground under me, I huffed a relieved breath. A cheerful squeak came out of me before I could stop it. “Tell me." He urged. “Tell me why it brings you so much joy." I couldn’t wait to. “There's not so many monsters, the Hoard is here to keep people safe, and those that have hunted me in Ferus, won't know I'm here." “All exceptional reasons. So, there’s really only one question left.” “What?” “Where do you want to go first?" “An inn!" “Done." He assented. “I'll find you one." I was willing to follow wherever he led. Just beyond the gangplank there was a ring of men standing in leather armor. They stood atop their horses with long spears in their fists. Their line was four deep and stretched back from around us in a semi-circle. “Princess Fiere of Pyre, meet the Haven Hoard.” Jackson introduced. The men on horseback thumped their spears. Double tapping then emitting a loud grunt in unison. It was an intimidating sound. “They seem as well-trained as the Pyre Army, I whispered to him.” “Must be the commander.” Jackson tilted to shoulder me. “Same one?” “Indeed. Though I have help.” One man dismounted. The horses, though well-trained, were shifting and inching back. Wanting to put distance between themselves and me. A shame. I heard thunking on the plank behind me and averted my attention that way. Seeing the pony being unloaded onto the island. No… It can’t! I rushed over to greet the pale horse. Her buckskin coloring and white mane were unmistakable. “Sweetness!” I cried. Throwing my arms around her to hug her thick neck. She whinnied softly. Huffing against my hair. “You brought her!” I said excitedly, giving Jackson a thankful look. “You can thank John Thomas for that.” “Of course, I can. Sneaky old man!” I felt tears of gratitude streaking down my face. “He was right.” Jackson murmured. “You do love her.” “She doesn’t fear me. She’s taught me a new appreciation for the animals.” “John Thomas thought she would be a comfort to you.” “She will be!” *** Jackson said we’d arrive at the inn by nightfall. A few ambassadors of the hoard had wanted to provide an armed escort, but Jackson had dismissed them. The men had relented, deferring to their commander. The walk through the forests of Haven were more beautiful, less dense and dark than Ferus. I noticed man of the trees were fruit trees. I reached up to grip a round orange. “May I?” “Of course. Enjoy.” “Is that what people can do here, pick a piece of fruit anytime?” “Whenever they’re hungry.” He beamed proudly. “It’s paradise.” “As close as one can come, I think.” Darkness was coming over us when we reached a grassy valley. Down in it, amidst dewy trees was a large log inn. Warm yellow light poured out from around the door. It had a green door and had lettering at the top in dark black. Old Oak. A fitting name for an inn secreted in the forest. “I like it.” I shot him a look. “Care for some ale.” “Not so much.” I touched my head. “That wine was quite enough for me for a while.” “But I’d love some roasted grouse.” I said hopefully. “I’m sure they have it. Let’s go have a look.” There was roasted grouse. And I was fairly certain it was the best I’d ever tasted. Perhaps a bit blackened, but yummy nonetheless. I made happy noises as I stuffed my face. Jackson sat across from me. He had a grouse too but he seemed in no rush to eat. He watched me with a pleased look. “What?” I finally asked after swallowing a huge bite. “Just nice to see you actually eat. Soothes my soul to know you have a full belly.” “Is that why you were always trying to get me to eat?” “Or sending someone to take you food.” He muttered. Then his eyes widened and he grimaced. I slumped. “You mean John Thomas and Lionel.” I wasn’t really asking. Unfortunately, I already knew the answer. Dammit. How much had he orchestrated behind the scenes? At every turn I was finding out something. “Is that it, Jackson? Is there anything else I should know?” He frowned. “I don’t think so.” He rolled his eyes as he considered it. I could tell he was trying to think of anything else he should be telling me. “I don’t like secrets.” “You didn’t make the truth easy.” I chewed my cheek. “Perhaps not. But I am now. And only right now.” “I truly think that’s it Fiere. Everything I was doing was to try to protect you from more ugliness.” “I’m starting to understand that, but deceit doesn’t help build trust.” “Granted.” “Now, I am going to shove bit bitefuls of this tastiness into my mouth while you try to think of anything else I may not want to be blindsided by.” “Deal.” Eventually I finished my plate and leaned back, cradling my stomach. “Was it good?” “The best.” “Want more?” I looked from him to his plate. “You don’t want it?” “I’m not particularly hungry.” “Is your wolf craving meat.” He slapped the table between us. Glancing furtively in his peripheral. “Not here.” “Okay.” He straightened, sliding his hand back. “But in answer to your question, yes. The urges seem to be getting stronger.” “For that?” I asked under my breath. Meat? “Not just that.” The grave look on his face told me there was a lot more I didn’t know. We’d talked about his wolf in the past. But he’d said it didn’t bother him too much unless there was a pink moon up or he could smell raw meat. The look on his face now, said much had changed. *** I waited until the meal was over and he was taking me up to a room to ask more. When he closed the door I went to sit on the edge of the bed. “Can we talk now.” “About my wolf?” He sighed. “Yes.” “I suppose.” He’s dreading this conversation. He never did like talking about his wolf. Though I never understood why. I’d once imagined how fun it would be to be able to be two different things. I suppose now I have more of an idea. I through dryly. Recalling how unfun it was to be The Spark. I hope it’s not like that. “What else have you discovered about the wolf?” “He travels faster than I.” “Then an Eternus?” “Yeah. He can see and hear better.” I was leaned forward raptly. “That sounds fascinating.” He sighed as he came over to sit next to me. “It is a very intense experience. I learn something new every time I change.” “How often do you do it?” “Not often enough for it not to be agonizing.” “Perhaps you should do it more, so it’s easier. It is like a muscle, isn’t it?” “That’s how I understand it.” “You should practice more. Learn to control it.” I suggested. “And what of you?” “Huh?” I reared back. “Have you learned how to control your spark?” “Not in the least. I just try to keep it from happening.” “Then how could you ever use it to your advantage.” “I don’t want to use it at all. It’s excruciating.” “So is having my whole body break and reform, bone, muscle, tissue, my very pores have to change. The texture of my hair. Everything hurts.” I chewed my lip. “If I should be driving through it to learn more about it, shouldn’t you?” I looked at my hands in my lap for a long moment before glancing at him. “You know how I hate it when you use my words against me.” “Yes, but it’s the only time you think I’m right.”

105 Young Pack “Well, if they're living outside the Asara wall,” I suggested. Eyeing the three young males playing with Chaos and Bea. “they'd have to be very cautious to avoid the border guards, wouldn't they?" The Asara pack border guards were nothing to jest about. They were well-trained, fast and dangerous. They were dedicated to protecting their territory and had no qualms about confronting anyone that would try to get over those walls. Edrick was quick to take action. He wasn’t an alpha to stand by so one was as likely to be confronted by an alpha here, as not. Somehow, these boys had managed to stay clear of them enough to remain. Or at least, it looks that way. “Yes." Fury reluctantly agreed. But I could tell he wanted more of an explanation than that. “They must’ve learned how to remain upwind and to move silently.” “Then they’ve mastered it.” Fury remarked. The children were playing wildly. “I think I'll shoot over to the wall and talk to one of the border guards, to find out what is going on with these boys. I nodded. “I'll watch over things here." “Scream if anything goes wrong." “I'll rattle the wall down." I promised. He gave my hand a quick squeeze before heading off in the direction of the Asara border door. *** “Edrick.” Fury called. Hoping that the alpha would be in so he could have a real discussion about the boys. It took only a short time before the wall door was opened and a man Fury wasn’t familiar with, slipped out. “He’s not here currently." The man advised Fury. “He's been leading the skirmishes against the NightHunters.” “Ah. Perhaps you can help me then. I merely have a question." “I'll do my best." The man waited to hear it. He looked somewhat pleased to be speaking with Fury. “There are three boys down by the river there. I'm wondering where they've come from?" “Ah, yes. The lost lot. They're pups that managed to find their way here." “How’d they do that?” “We’re not sure. A few of the males suspect that perhaps one of their parents knew about us. Though none of them have been able to bring up any names that we know.” “So why haven’t they been taken in?” “Edrick has determined that we already have a surplus of young males. He turned them away." “Yet they remain?" “Our alpha has forbidden any pack resources going to the boys, but he doesn't mind if someone snags an extra rabbit or two and lets them have one. I think he sees no need for them currently, yet they’re strong enough that he doesn't mind them lingering in case something changes and we need the extra bodies." Fury nodded thoughtfully. “Can they hunt?" “They seem to do just fine. One of them is a fairly apt tracker, I think." “Any sign of the plagues?" “Nah." The guard told him. “They've been here for months with no issues. They’re all immune, if you ask me. Though they're not brothers so I'm unsure how they found each other and made their own little pack, like they’ve done." “Interesting." “They are." The guard murmured. “Strong bunch of young males. It’s a shame we can't take them in." “That is a shame." Fury said consideringly. *** I could tell something was on his mind, when I saw Fury coming up the back of the hillside. Returning to me with a furrowed brow and his gaze on the ground at his feet. “What?" I queried warily. “Huh?" He glanced up. “What? What's on your mind?" I prodded. “Give me a bit to mull it all myself, love. I'll broach it with you once I've hashed it out in my own head." There was no nastiness to his tone. I understood that he was merely asking for a bit of time to think. And I would give it to him. He'd just off-handedly called me 'love', and that felt wonderful. I was willing to grant him whatever he wished after hearing that. I’ll wait. We stood crouched in the grass together. Watching over the children. “They've mostly tired each other out by now." I remarked. They were all muttering to each other as they used soapweed to scrub themselves. They'd occasionally laugh at something one or the other said. They were rather beautiful to watch. They seem so free together. “What do you see when you look at them?" Fury asked abruptly. I frowned. Wondering what it was he thought I should be seeing. “I see... Children at play. Happy. Enjoying the water and sunshine." He grunted. “Tell me what you're seeing." I said a bit impatiently. Wondering if he’d disagreed with me. He was quiet for so long that my suspense was nearly more than I could take. “Fury?" I prompted. “I think... I see a young pack. A strong one, potentially." “A pack?" My voice rose. “Surely you're not talking about leaving our pups here?" I felt an immediate surge of panic at the idea. Chaos is still too little! We haven’t taught him enough yet. “No. I am not." He said firmly. “Then what are you saying?" I was growing impatient with his vague responses. What is it? “I'm toying with the idea of taking them all with us, so they can grow as a pack. So, Chaos will have peers that can protect each other." I hesitated. Staring at them all. “That’s a lot of mouths." Food. That was what I was worrying about. “I'm told at least one of them is an adept tracker.” Fury allayed some of that fear. “Perhaps they could help. Besides, do you doubt that I could keep their bellies full on my own?" I shot him a sideways glance. “You're capable of anything you wish to do. I learned a long time ago that underestimating you is a losing game." “And my female doesn't like to lose." My female? Perhaps it was just my hopeful nature, but it seemed he was getting ever closer to using the word, 'mate.’ “We hardly know these boys." I noted. Seeing that Fury was getting more set on the idea, by the moment. “Well, only one fix for that." Fury said decisively. “Let’s get down there and get to know them.” They were having fun but when one stalky boy caught sight of Fury coming down the hill, he began muttering to the others. He backed them up. Separating them from Chaos and Bea and moving them toward the opposite side of the river. “No." Fury asserted. Pointing at them as he ordered them in that booming voice. “You hold it right there. All of you." “He's an alpha." One of them said in a hushed voice. Recognizing that sort of commanding tone. Fury reached the shore of the river. “What's wrong, father?" Chaos twisted in the water to ask. “They were doing nothing wrong. We were just playing." Fury put out a hand to him, to shush him. “No one is in trouble son." The three little males had dutifully stopped as Fury ordered. They clustered together nervously. Looking around as if they thought they were going to be ambushed. “We intended no affront." A skinnier one dared say. “Fury?" Bea peered up at him with worried blue eyes, having never heard him use that tone before. “You've caused none." Fury said. Turning that outstretched hand to crook a finger. “Come here." “Which?" The short, stout one asked. “All of you." Fury announced. They looked at each other warily. None of them liking the idea. I was guessing that Fury was testing them to see how well they would obey him. They have to, if he is going to keep them safe. They would need to trust him and listen to him as Chaos and I, did. “It’s fine children." I called from next to him. Sensing they needed a little help trusting this huge wolf. “I won't let him eat you." “Not worried about that, Mum. We're worried he may throttle us." “Come." I invited. “He’s far more likely to do that if you don't soon obey him." They shared glances. Their expressions written with trepidation. But my assurances must've done the trick. They hesitantly started swimming our way. Fury was unmoving. Standing at the edge of the water like a fierce statue. His arms crossed over his thick chest. His cloak swaying in the breeze. His jaw hand in his block face. He looked like pure rage. It was no wonder that the boys were apprehensive. I could tell that Fury was exuding intimidation on purpose. What is he trying to do? I didn’t get it. But I knew there’d be some purpose behind his methods. There always is. His efforts to be unwelcoming were working. I found that even I was shifting in discomfort. The boys reached the water at his feet, warily climbing out next to him and steering clear. Edging further toward the outer banks in case they had to suddenly flee. “You three will be joining us for our meal." Fury pronounced in a tone that brooked no argument. They blinked at him. Tossing me questioning glances. I shrugged. Offering no assistance. I had no idea what he was up to. “You three will help me catch the food." He directed. The boys seemed to relax upon hearing that. “We're quick." One of the boys grinned. Boasting. “Good." Fury said. “You're going to need to be, to keep up with me." The boy deflated a fraction. “What?" Fury took off. Bolting for the trees with his cloak whipping. The boys looked at each other in confusion. They're so unsure. I had to bite my lips together to keep form laughing aloud. I clucked in my cheek. Drawing their attention. I waved my fingers toward where he’d vanished into the trees. Indicating that they should get moving. “Mother?” Chaos asked. Drawing my eye. I noticed that Bea was clinging to his back, peering over his shoulder at me with the same questioning look on her face. “Yes?” “What is father doing?” “I’m not sure son. But I have the feeling we’ll be finding out.” Chaos groaned. “I hate when he does that.” “Me too son. Me too.” I said fondly. Watching the trees and waiting for them to come out.

56 A Hundred Options For all my file selling, I found I was still to be outdone. I glanced over and saw Eric talking to another cluster of men and women. Mostly women. He was flashing that smile like it was going to sell a hundred options. And as far as I could tell, it seemed to be working. He was passing out files, and they were taking them. Giggling wildly. So wrapped up in his charm that I doubted they even registered that they'd taken them. “Now, if you girls or gentleman, are unsure about a particular option, feel free to contact my office and talk to my assistant. She can give you all the details. She’s quite competent.” I noticed he refrained from giving any of the women his cards. Like he knew they wouldn’t be calling about investment options. They’d want something else. He moved to a couple men next. Switching personas as fast as clicking a switch. He had the two of them eating out of his palm in minutes. “Smooth as satin, ain't he?" Krissy remarked. She shook her head. “Even after all my practice, I still can't do what he does." “You?" My voice rose. “You're a natural conversationalist." “I know! And I've perfected it. But boy oh, boy he blows me out of the water in sales, every conference." “Really?" I asked. Echoing a bit of her awe. “People just love him. Wherever he goes." “Yeah" I frowned. Saying absentmindedly. “He's always been like that." I whipped my head to look at her. Realizing my mistake the second it left my mouth. She didn’t miss a beat. “Always? Oh yeah... Allie Kat... What is the deal with that?" I shrugged. “You're her, aren't you? The girl from school that crushed his heart to smithereens. And made him incapable of loving anyone else?" “I didn't do that." “Then what really happened?" She looked like a puppy with a bone. Just hoping to sink her teeth into something juicy. I blanched as I looked everywhere but at her. “You could say he broke mine. With his blind ambition." “Oh…that’s sad. Think you still love each other?” “Course not." I shot her a skeptical glance. “That was forever ago." “Was it? Because seems like whenever you two are within thirty feet of each other, you can't keep your undressy eyes off each other.” I sputtered on laughter. “Undressy, huh?" “No other word for it.” She tilted her head sideways and shook it. “Why don't you go for it?" “Just like that?" My lips twitched. “Everyone else here with a breast is thinking it but you're the only one that might have a chance of getting beyond that notorious Blackburn wall." “With a breast huh? Just one?" I teased. “Or two. Maybe even some with none." “You're ridiculous, you know that?" She beamed like I'd just given her a compliment. “You're just sour because you know I'm right." Maybe. Maybe not. “It's not quite that simple, Krissy." “Make it that simple." “Everything is so clear cut in your world, isn't it?" “Pretty much. Yes or no." She gestured to one side than the other. “Good and bad. He falls in the good range. In the very very good range." I laughed, “I'll keep that in mind." “You should. That's some real shit I just gave you there..." *** Getting back to regular work was far less than exhilarating, after the adventure I'd had at the conference. Eric was also strangely different. Not the same man who'd bought me lingerie a size too small, nor the same one who'd teased me over cheesecake. He was friendly, kind, but detached. He was staying at arm's length. I supposed it bothered me the most because I couldn’t pinpoint what had happened. Everything was fine. Then it wasn’t. And for my overthinking head, that was nearly too much to bear. Though I'd been so happy to be back with Emily, I hadn’t reached out for contact either. I had remembered to pick her up the link puzzles I’d promised her, and we’d been up late last night putting a few patterns together. I had really enjoyed watching her come up with new outlines. I’d completely lost track of time and hadn’t even thought about sending Eric a message until well past midnight. Then I’d decided against it. So perhaps the lack of closeness was partly my fault. She loved them. It didn’t feel like it though. I shook myself. Focusing on what was on my desk before me. And more positive things. I was pretty proud of myself for all I'd accomplished at the conference. And now that I'd been back, I'd wanted a little time to celebrate that win with Emily. Eric handed me another file. Angelina had us abbreviating the notes in each Pitch File. Which was Eric's job. Then they had to be converted into a database recording everyone's earnings and notes. Which was my job. Seeing my files felt good. Logging the numbers was even better. But after a few hours, I found myself skimming that database. It took less than a heartbeat to see that Eric had racked up similar numbers to my total, in the first couple hours of the conference on opening day. He left the room to go refill our coffees. “Angelina." I whispered. Reading and rereading the numbers. I checked the files to make sure I hadn’t mis-entered something. “Yes." Her brows lifted as she heard the worry in my tone. “Can you come look at this? I don't think it's right." These numbers are crazy. It wasn’t just that they outpaced mine so dramatically, the amounts he’d had people agree to where ludicrous. Something is wrong. The more I entered the files, the higher the numbers got. “Sure." Angelina came around our desks and leaned over to look at the screen. “This can't be right." I pointed to Eric’s row. “Oh, I see." Her brow furrowed. “You're right. This is barely half of what he brought in at the last conference.” I gaped at her. She straightened. “Is this all his numbers?" “Uh, no. Theres still a stack here.” I patted it. “Would you get me his final stats? He did say he'd lose some time cultivating clients with the picture taking I asked him to do. I want to make sure he's not shorted anything." “This is really what he brings in during oneconference?" “He is the best." She straightened. “Why do you think we stole him.” “Oh.” She tapped the corner of my desk as she walked around it. “Get me these numbers by the end of the day, please." “Yes ma'am." I knew I’d made an error when I heard the sound she made. “Eww." She groaned. Jerking to a stop and giving me an affronted look. She hissed through her teeth. “Ouch!" “Okay, okay!" I laughed, raising my hands in surrender. “I meant, gorgeous boss! Not ma’am." She winked. Pointing at me with an approving cluck before she sauntered back to her desk. Eric walked back in and handed us our coffees. Fortunately, Angelina didn’t bring up my skepticism. *** I had no idea that the following morning would rank as one of the best days of my life. There was a brown sticky note on my desk with the number 44,000. “Angelina?" I asked as I took my jacket off. “Yes?" “What am I supposed to do with this?" I lifted my finger with the note stuck to it. “Whatever you want." She shrugged. Not looking up from the notes she was making on a yellow legal pad. “File it with your records, scrapbook it. Whatever you want." I shot her a quizzical look. Eric walked in. Going behind his desk, he began unwinding his scarf but paused to peer at the note on his desk. “Oh, you got our bonuses figured already?" “Yep." She said absentmindedly. Focused on the page before her. No way. That can’t be what this is! “Angelina!" I gasped circling my desk to head for hers. “Stop." She lifted a hand. “It’s right, Allison. I knew you'd ask. I checked it three times." “This is almost a year’s-" Wage. “It’s right." She cut me off. “You wrote your own check. You did the work." “It's… a lot. A lot, a lot." This would take away every worry I had. I stared at the note as if were made of gold. “Sounds like you'll be paying for your own sitter next conference, huh?" She shot me a kind smile. “Uh, yeah...” I bobbed my head vigorously. “Definitely.” “Good work." She murmured, going back to work. “Good job, Allison." Eric added. Says the man who made ten times that. “Thank you." I told him. *** It was around noon when Angelina called my name. She was already getting up and pulling her jacket off her chair to drape over her arm. Her eyes were dark, and she looked really tired. “Huh?" I looked at her. “I was here late last night, figuring bonuses. I’m going to jet early. Can you swing by the print shop and pick up our photos from the conference?” “Sure." I stood. Planning to do so immediately so I didn’t forget. “I can do that!" Eric leapt to his feet. Looking like a deer in the headlights. “No." Angelina dismissed. “I need you to stay here, Eric. Put out any fires that blow up while I’m gone. I know you can handle any issues." “But I-" “Allison has got it." She cut him off as she gathered her bag and thermos. She averted her attention back to me. “No one else touches them until after I review them tomorrow." She shot me a severe stare to tell me she meant it. Which meant I wouldn’t let anyone touch that envelope but me. “You got it." I nodded. Grabbing my things to go run the errand. Eric looked from one of us to the other. Stiffly sitting back in his seat. I hardly noticed in my rush to get out the door. I didn’t really note his eagerness to come get the photos himself, until I was standing in the photoshop awaiting them.

90 New Heir Brandon looked blissful as he headed to the back door. Cradling Adam along one forearm as he turned the knob and pushed it open. He stepped out onto the concrete step and angled toward the back fence. “He's finally here! Say hello to Adam." There was howling and buzzing. The chain link fence bordering the woods along the backyard rattled as raucously as the thunder overhead. Yellow and orang eyes glowed in the dark. When lightning flashed, he could see the long line of Darkling people at the fence. Joyously voicing their celebration. They were elated to have a new heir to the kingship of their tribe. But even their happiness was meager compared to the brilliant level of it Brandon exuded as he returned indoors. Still rocking Adam, as if he found it hard to look away. He brought our son back to me. Pulling up a chair next to me. “He's wonderful." Brandon carefully lifted me off the table, wrapped up in the blanket I was laying on, and carried me to the couch. My feet dangled. I didn't fight him because I knew how effortless it was for him to pack me around. And right now, I didn’t mind letting him. He set me down against the armrest. Ensuring I was supported. In the nook of that armrest and the couch back. I adjusted Adam in my arms so I could peer down at him. Stunned by the beauty of his features. He blinked up at me through newborn-blue eyes. I stroked his downy black hair back from his face. He was quiet as he peered back up at me. As if he were as curious about me as I was about him. Though in my dreams, I’d already seen him. Just like this. With his adoring round face staring back at me. Now it’s real. Now he’s in my arms. I knew in that second, that I’d never loved anyone as much as I did this tiny person. My heart clenched at the realization that I'd do anything to protect him. I looked up and met Krisha's intense study. Now I could understand everything she'd done for hers. Giving birth to him, only to have to surrender him to another family in order to protect him from his own kind. How sad. I was looking forward to endless days with this little one. And his father. I looked up at Brandon crouched next to me. Looking at Adam as intently as I was. “Never leave him." Krisha said. “Even if you think there's no other choice. You'll regret it the rest of your life. And his." “Forever, I think.” I corrected her absentmindedly. “Yes.” She agreed. Her eyes drifting to Brandon’s profile with the same adoring look that I was giving my son. She loves him just like this. I looked up and saw astonishment settle into Brandon’s expression and his brow furrowing. It was as if it took a moment for her words to sink in for him. He slowly turned his head to look at her. He didnt think she'd regretted it? “Brandon," I said quietly, returning my attention to Adam. “talk to your mother." He hesitated, then pulled up a chair next to Krisha who’d taken a seat on the opposite end of the couch. They began talking. Truly talking for the first time since I’d met her. My gaze roved over my precious infant. “I won't ever leave you. No matter what. You are never going to feel alone." I glanced up at Brandon’s profile as he spoke to his mother. Feeling such a pang in my heart that I knew I could never let him go either. “Neither is your father.” Those were promises that I’d do anything to keep. THE END

89 A Final Change Brandon and I both knew that when we did have to go into the city, anyone we passed on the street, or any worker in a coffee shop, or hospital, could be part of the Ileck tribe. We had to always be on guard. But I was learning to live with that. Still, it made things dangerous. Which meant that on this dreaded night, with a cruel storm raging outside, I didn't dare risk it. The day which I had so feared, came. And I had to stay home…With only Brandon to hold my hand. Krisha desperately wiped my sweating body with warm towels. Trying to soothe the explosive pain brewing within me. My screams were masked by the constant rumbling of thunder beyond the closed windows. “Push, Jess!" Krisha directed me. She slid her chair around, as she sat between my open legs. Willing me strength that I no longer felt like I had. I’m exhausted! I was laid out on what had been a beautiful dining room table. Now it was a makeshift hospital bed. Brandon sat next to me. Allowing me to crush his hand in a violent grip. “You can do this, sweetheart. I got you. I'm right here." “This is your fault! You son-of-a-bitch!" I growled through gritted teeth. My face flushed a rich purple from the strain of what I was going through. “Yes." He nodded. “I am." “You thick-headed bastard-swine of a man." “Perhaps, love.” He said calmly. “I am that too." He was every bit as calm as I was volatile. Deep concern was reflected in his eyes and his brow was furrowed with compassion. Bit late for that! “Deep breaths." He mimicked what I should be doing. Blowing steadily. As if all those movies really knew what would be happening, anyway. “Huff at me one more time!" I threatened. But I was dutifully blowing. Clenching the tablecloth as if my life depended upon it. “Push again." Krisha shouted. “I almost have him!" Brandon brushed hair back from my forehead. Trying to soothe the heat of my body with his touch but right now I was in such misery that I was unsure if anything would ever be able to soothe me again. My whole body was shaking. I stared up at him. My gaze both pleading for help, and accusatory, at the same time. Rain pattered against the curtained window next to me. One edge of the window peeked out from behind the dark shade. I could see where long streams had cascaded down to the sill. I tried to let calm sift through me in that same soothing motion. But it was impossible. I whimpered in anguish. Brandon leaned over me. Pressing his lips to my forehead. “You're almost done. Our boy is almost here." With my knees up like they were, all I could see was the top of Krisha's head moving side to side. So I had to take their word for it. I felt pulling amidst the ripping and stretching. The sensation wasn't even over, by the time I heard the first squalling cry. My son’s voice. I knew it. I’d been hearing it in my ears every time I laid down for the last two weeks. I would know that cry anywhere. In that instant, all that misery evaporated like a morning fog. I crawled weakly up onto my elbows to see. Brandon braced a hand under my back to support me. I heard Krisha snipping. Then she gently brought the baby up to me. Setting him on my sweating chest. I hesitantly lifted my hands. Folding my palms over that tiny little back. Cradling him against me as I sobbed joyfully. Glad it was over. “Hi, baby." I said on a broken sob. So, overjoyed that I thought my heart might break right in two. Brandon set a palm over mine. “Hello, Son." He lowered and tipped sideways so he could see our little one’s face. “Does he look like you or me?" I asked. Highly curious but unwilling to disturb him to find out. “Right this moment, he looks like someone's grandfather." Brandon flashed me a grin. I reached to bat him but grunted in pain and fell back. Krisha came to my rescue. Stretching onto her toes, to bat the back of his head for me. “Don't you say that! He's beautiful." “I think our versions of beauty may differ!” He was grinning facetiously. “His mother is beautiful…” Despite myself, I giggled. Even as I gave him a reprimanding look. Krisha wrapped a towel over her hand and began gently wiping the side of our baby's face. Brandon took another look, and sobered. “He is a precious thing." He murmured in awe. “I would say his eyes look to be light like mine. His hair seems as black as mine. But his features are softer. More perfect like yours.” “Really?" I asked. Beaming. I loved the idea that he had a bit of both of us. “Really, my love." Brandon straightened. “May I take him out? The tribe awaits." “Just to the step." I told him. He nodded. Krisha set one of her homemade woolen blankets over our tiny infant. Then she carefully rolled him from my chest. She tucked the blanket around him before handing him to Brandon. I glimpsed that his skin was darker. More of a brown, like Brandon’s turned when he forgot to camouflage his body. Which was more often now. It was the Darkling part of our son. I didn’t mind that either. It bespoke a long heritage. Brandon's face was tense as he tenderly took his precious new son. I was proud to see how natural he looked with a baby in his arms. He crooned soothingly to the little one. Automatically rocking side to side. He gave me a questioning look. “Still as we decided?" “Yes, Hon." I groaned. Lying back down. “We will call him Adam." Brandon grinned. He liked the name. When I was about six months along, he'd sworn that the tiny one had reacted to Brandon whispering it to my belly. He tried various names but that had been the one that had elicited much writhing and kicking. Though I'd thought he just had the hiccups, Brandon had been convinced.

53 Sphere Beyond the forgotten graveyard was a grove of dense trees. Their branches bent over and drooped down to dangle like gnarled vines, casting the place in twisted shadows. Marlay had re-energized on the way over to the miniature graveyard, and was seeming much more the thing. Nicholas seemed quite fascinated with the place. “This whole thing looks like a Halloween calendar…Are these fruit trees?” I was busy binding these nearly-dead enemies to trees. I had every intention of coming back for them later. But I wasn’t about to lead Kurik and this boy I hardly knew to my secret prison. “Don’t eat that!” Marlay shouted. Drawing my attention as she batted something from Nick’s hand. “But it looks like a pear!” His voice dropped. “It is a pear, isn’t it?” “It doesn’t matter. This is a cursed place. We don’t eat anything here.” She gestured around. As if that needed saying. I rolled my eyes heavenward. Nicholas was still looking sullen. Even after I had bound all the kelminar to trees in those woods. I glanced over and saw Marlay frowning at the kelminar I’d already spellbound to a tree. “Marlay!” I groaned. “Do not feel sorry for them!” “They just look so scared.” Marlay murmured gesturing mournfully. “They know what you’re going to do to them.” “They’re soul-eaters, Marlay!” I said outraged. “The same kind that killed our mother and father, and Ebbonie.” “So is Kurikus! And he would not hurt us.” “He already has!” I hissed, giving a sideways glance to where Nick and Kurik stood. “No. He hurt your feelings.” Marlay cried. “Once.” She lifted her finger for emphasis. “One time. And did you ever even bother to ask him what happened?” Whyever would I do that! “He’d lie!” I shook my head, my voice dropping as I met his look. “Like he lied about what he was.” “He didn’t lie.” Marlay defended, giving Kurik a long look. As if she hoped to spur him into some explanation. Good luck. I thought bitterly. Kurik doesn’t explain himself. “I didn’t lie.” He confirmed quietly. His face was expressionless. But something darker lurked in his blue eyes. “I just failed to disclose particular information.” That you’re a kelminar! A soul-sucking monster! “It’s the same!” “It’s not the same.” Kurik took the argument from Marlay. “I could’ve explained everything to you. I just needed a chance. One I thought you’d give me after enough time.” “I won’t. Not ever.” I gave him a furious look. “I’m as mad today as on our wedding night.” “It’s been two hundred years.” He murmured, his brow furrowing. “Sometimes, I think you actually believe that.” “So should you!” She pointed at him. “I’ll never forgive you. So you can stop deceiving yourself at any moment.” He stepped forward. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve done? How much I would do-” “Stop it!” I shrieked backing from him and throwing my head. As if I could shake off every word he said. Kurik opened his mouth, but Marlay’s soft voice stopped him. “They’re waking.” Turning, we saw the four soul-eaters remaining. The leader, Lukas, the young one, and another were beginning to shake their heads as the effect of my magic wore off. Compressing his lips, Kurik drew a heavy breath. “Get them in your trap.” “I will.” I gave him an unwavering glare. He gestured for me to do so. I went to the first man and worked faster to weave my spells. Twisting my hands around the trunks of the trees and murmuring the cadences that would seal them there and make them invisible to any peering eyes. Eventually, I had all four of the bound. “Look, I’m done.” I threw up my hands. Hoping to end his arguing with Marlay. “So, we can go back to the house.” “Oh, good!” Nicholas said dryly. I walked behind the others on the way up the endless hill toward our home. Marlay and Nicholas were chatting when I left them. I was glad to see Marlay looking so much better. Next, I led Kurik downstairs and ensured he was safely back in the dungeon. Looking a little annoyed to be there, but nothing worse. He glared quietly at me as I returned him to the old chain bound shackles. “So, it is always to be like this then, is it?” Kurik’s blue eyes shined in the dark. He was peering up at me from beneath lowered brows. “Hasn’t it always been?” “You using me.” “No, no. Get it correct, Kurik. It’s always one or the other of us, using the other one.” “I never used you.” He jerked at the chains, taking an urgent step forward. “Then what was the game? I know you were hunting me. I don’t know why, but I figured out that it had to be the reason you first spotted me.” “Couldn’t it have been because I found you beautiful.” I scoffed. “I’m not some maid of her first blush, Kurik. I know how conniving you are.” “Nah.” He dismissed. “You don’t know the half of it.” “I figured as much.” He laughed coldly. “Everything you want to believe so bad, is wrong. But I’m done wasting my breath on all that. I’m waiting for the moment when you truly open your eyes.” “You think I haven’t already?” I challenged. My grip on the railing of the stairs, already white-knuckled. “Nowhere near. But when you do, I’m going to be the one standing before you.” “You won’t stand before me, until you know how to kneel.” He gave a cluck of disapproval. “I kneel to no one, not even a woman like you.” “There are no women like me.” “A fact which I am well-aware of.” I scoffed and went up the stairs, feeling his eyes boreing into me all the while. I slammed the hatch. Effectively blocking me from whatever was going to come out of his mouth next. *** The walk down the lonely stretch of street was always quieter once night had fallen. I preferred to move around after dusk. I knew people would be less inclined to notice me walking around with my little crowd of spelled kelminar. Which is helpful. It didn’t take me long to pass the forgotten cemetery and collect my friends. Then move them on to ensure they were all safely locked away. But all the while, Kurik’s words haunted me. Everything he does, seems to. It was a gift he had. To plant a grotesque seed that never failed to foster into a taunting bloom. I unbound the kelminar and ensured they were all in my web of pain before moving them. I ordered their steps. Compulsing them forward. Together, we wove through the trees. After several minutes the ground was suddenly bright as if the moon glowed close by. I knew that up through fluffed treetops, the clouds blocked it. That’s not what’s glowing. We’re close. Entering a small clearing, I found what I was looking for. A giant gleaming ball hovered several feet off the ground. Though it was surrounded by an unnatural fog to keep it hidden the edges of it were mirror clear. Upon my approach, screaming faces and clawing hands struggled to escape the magical prison. My Tamer Sphere.