Warlord's Ward

She's Here

She can't possibly endure more. I thought.

But Killian was already off.

Heading back downstairs.

That was the question he'd been asking.

Could she take more?

Willow was a creature of pure lust.

The more Killian brought, the more she took.

I finally had to rally the others to draw them to a far corner and feed them their rations.

But soon they had returned to eat standing over her. Wearing those paralyzed expressions.

I was too tired to watch. Soon going to sit with Killian at the table as he skimmed the pages.

"You're tired." He put his hand over mine without looking up. "You should get some rest."

"How could anyone sleep through that?" I gestured to the snakelike pile of bodies on the floor. The moaning and slapping echoing through the room as Willow consumed their pleasure. Bending their will to hers as she fed their lust.

A strange exchange, indeed.

He chuckled.

"Fair point. We could drown their sounds." He waggled a taunting brow at me.

My eyes widened on him in horror. "With everyone else here?"

He smiled and patted my hand. "I'm kidding."

"Thank God!" I felt a whoosh of relief.

Though the thought of being with him was quite tantalizing and suddenly I very much wanted that.

***

I stepped away from him and walked to the bed. Tucking into it and watching his profile in the candlelight.

He poured over the pages. Sitting on that chair with his booted heels hooked on the rung. An elbow propped on the table and his temple resting on his fist. Blue eyes looking like sparks firing in the darkness as he poured over page after page.

I imagined what he'd look like as a wolf. He's a black one.

I somehow knew it. Could feel it. And I could see his face covered in dark fur surrounding those glorious blue eyes.

So many wolves wanted to be mated to a white wolf, thinking them extremely rare. And they were, indeed but something people often dismissed was the fact that a pure black one was equally as rare. One with a coat completely of midnight was hard to find. Most all had hints of brown or hints of silver.

He won't.

Thunder cracked outside, making me jump. I hadn't realized that it was even storming. The shutters were clanging together. Rattling in the fury of the wind. I caught a flash of silver blasting out there.

Lightning.

It was gloriously angry. The energy it was putting off made my heart throb in my ears. Feeling me with energy.

I imagine my paws crushing twigs in the woods while I ran. Letting them take me as far as I could go.

Getting to be a wolf again.

My gaze returned to Killian's profile.

He seemed unaffected.

I could picture his nose elongating and his jaw malforming. Stretching into the face of a wolf in the candlelight.

He'd be magnificent.

I really wanted to see that. I want to run with him.

Suddenly my intriguing thoughts were shattered by a great banging at the balcony door.