Warlord's Ward

Difficulties with the Book

Eventually Willow was able to crawl from the collapsed bodies of the males surrounding her. Retreating to a far wall to sit with her head slumped against it. Her body covered in sweat and, from the way she moved, aching from head to toe.

I couldn't blame her.

They'd all been at it for hours.

Male after male, climbing under her, over her, stroking into her mouth. Using every crevice and mound of her body to sate their desperate need for her.

I'd never seen anything like it.

She'd endured it, seemingly enjoying it, until everyone of them had collapsed into a pile around her.

Her arms and legs trembled from the exertion, and she was trying to say something through a raw throat.

"What?" I leaned down to hear her. Catching the smell of sex all over her.

"Water."

I rushed to where Warlord kept a pitcher near the window and brought it over. Helping Willow get it to her lips where she gurgled thirstily. Sloshing it over her cheeks and running down over her large, dark tipped breasts, in rivulets.

"They'll do anything we want them to do." She panted. Her gaze sliding to Killian who was drying the huge red bird with a bit of cloth.

"Thank you." He lifted his head to murmur. Though he barely gave her a glance.

Immune to her allure?

It had certainly seemed no one else was...

***

"What do you need them to do?" She asked weakly.

"Go to the Training Gardens tomorrow. I need one of them to lead the others."

"A new Second." Tanya filled in. Seeming a bit bitter about the prospect. Her brown eyes looking slightly pained.

"Yes." Warlord murmured. Not offering her so much as a glance.

"What then?" I asked.

"Then, if I can get this bird to perk up, we go."

"Where are we going?" One of the other females queried.

"To the woods." He answered.

"But he'll hunt us!" She objected.

Warlord shook his head slowly. "Not with the amount of wolves there."

We were all quiet. Awaiting further explanation.

"The Asara Pack resides just beyond those trees, toward the center of the wood." He nodded toward the closed window. "Everyone, even King Detry, knows that particular pack has collected every male for miles that is strong enough to be an alpha in any other pack. It is, essentially, a pack full of alpha males...Not something even King Detry would risk taking his mage force into the center of."

"Is your sister with them?" I asked him.

"Do you think?" I added, realizing that he likely knew no more than that one line the note had said.

She's here.

***

As the hour grew late, Warlord grew more desperate to find the part of the book that would tell him how to banish the spell BailaLae was under.

Nothing.

He scoured page after page.

Soon, I saw his frustration and joined him. Leaning over his shoulder to peer at the pages. Reading the same things, he did and seeing no more in them then he was able.