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Nyx's mother scurried out of the tent like a rat. Weighed down by fox furs, hair twined with dozens of beads and feathers. Eyes lowered, lips tight. A mask of submission hiding the true hidden face of a human deep in thought. But of what? A question not of importance at this time, but will soon be uncovered one way or another.
I turn to my mate. My beautiful pale raven eyed mate. The deep orbs of emerald green cannot hide the hate and anger covered by the serene solemnity of her face. A facade of submission. Of obedience. This will surely not do. I hate those who play the mouse when they are the lion. I have not forgotten her stunt during our mate hunt, or that she willfully alowed herself to fall into the roaring river gorge. Of which, for the most part, she has faired well in her recovery for a human. But, she has yet to drink the brew Ursa made for her, and neither has she pulled on the beaded rags that I have alllowed to be left on the stool near the cot. That will have to be addressed, preferably at this exact moment.
"Best you drink it all mate," I utter, walking over to the stool, picking up the dryer and patched up excuse of a robe that the humans of the forest favor. "As soon as the campfires are extinguished and the tents taken down and stowed, we shall leave for the Silver City."
"As you wish," is her simple raspy reply, bringing the bowl to her chapped lips. Gulping down the contents so fast, that it reminds me of the way my men drink down flagons of beer and mead. But with her, it is a sight that I can't turn my eyes away from.
Her pale swan like neck moving in time with her throat, gulping down each mouthful of herbal tonic. The blankets falling to just above her chest, hiding her feminine assets but showing off the scaled ink of a tattoo winding down from her shoulder to the top of her left hand. Another tattoo seems to move in the low light of the braziers upon her right arm. A prowling cougar etched into her skin. Leading the eye to the bite mark upon her hand, extending from her smallest finger to the edge of her thumb.
I pick up the strange garments as she finishes the bowl. Placing the empty vessel onto the cot, catching my gaze with the same solemn and empty expression on her beautifully sharp face. Shadowed jewel eyes landing on my hands holding up her robe. Nyx makes no sound. Says no crafted and well hidden barbed comment. She merely stands up from the cot, raven feather like hair shifting within a phantom breeze. Standing up to her full height, allowing the blanket of furs to drop to the ground.
The sight of her naked body is enough to send a lesser wolf frothing at the mouth to bed her.
Where her face and arms are kissed by the sun, the rest of her is pale as priceless sea pearls. However, though she has curves and ample sized breasts, they hold no womanly softness. Supple arms and strong legs. Every inch is sculpted muscle upon thin slim flesh. Her waist so small both my hands would fit around it. Not from her stature, but from the evident lack of consistent food. It has a growl of anger crossing my lips. The sight of her body, no doubt similar to her companions, is only a few pounds away from resembling a walking skeleton.
"Here," I order, throwing the garment into her waiting hands. Desire turning into rage at the thought of my mate starving long enough for her to look like this. To be in such a state. "As soon as you are dressed I shall take you to be with your companions. We are in the last tent that must be stowed before the Wild Hunt may leave."
She merely nods her head, turning around with the slowness of a raindrop falling from a leaf. Baring still cream pale flesh, only interrupted by the five deep scars of a bear extending across her back from her right shoulder to just above her left hipbone. A smaller slash crawls up her left leg. Both shoulders hold faint white scratches undoubtedly made by an angry cougar.
I take care in helping with the strange garment. Putting it above her head and lowering it slowly for her to put her head and arms through. Once done, I let go and watch as the dark beaded cloth falls around her ankles. Hiding her from me once again. I turn and pick up her cloak from the stool as well. A bear skin and fur one now dry after being hung with care over the largest of the camp fires.
In a thrice I have the cloak around her, allowing her to arrange it to her liking before I take her right hand in my left and lead her out to the awaiting wagons, soilders, and horses.
All has been made ready for our leave taking. Wagons packed, horses at the ready, soilders in their ordered ranks with weapons and armor gleaming in the faint early morning sun. I take Nyx to the very front of the line, my tent immediately stowed away once we have reached the very front of the caravan. Once there, to my deep pleasure Nyx's eyes widen at the sight of not only the youngest of the human females astride a small pony with the Axe at her side, but the other humans all ready mounted with their mate either on the mount with them or beside them.
I see that her gaze catches on four of her companions. The red haired twins standing behind the horses and their soilder mates. The dark haired male on a cream mare next to the Scythe's gray gelding. The twin male of the Hammer's mate mounted on a white mare behind the Hammer's brown stallion where the white haired female appears to be dozing within the warrior's arms.
"The ones not caught during the chase chose to stay with us in order to remain at your side," I explain to Nyx, guiding her two large black horses at the very front, with Karim watching on from atop his painted mare. "Though the male twin of Ersa was not found to be a mate among my present soldiers, there is a chance that he might be a mate to a wolf in the Silver City."
"That is wise," is Nyx's only answer, her still solemn face turning to each of the dark robes humans. Dipping her head in acknowledgment and receiving a nod from all six humans in turn. "I am grateful beyond mere words of thanks, Evander."
Her words surprise me. Enough so that I don't feel her slim bony hand remove itself from my grasp. Flowing hair of raven wings flutters in the gentle wind. Her movements languid and well placed as a prowling great cat. Effortlessly leading her over to the smaller of the dark mounts. I don't blink as I head on over to my own mount. Watching with fascination as she lifts herself up and throws her left leg over the horse's side.
I do the same. Letting all see their king join his queen at the front of the Wild Hunt. Karim wastes not a moment. Raising his hand in a fist and waving it forward with the order to march. Karim takes point, those of my soilders in wolf form run on past the formation line on either side. Heading out to scout for danger ahead.
The caravan sets a good pace. Reaching and crossing over the treacherous river where I had met my dark jewel of a queen. We further march on, the sky lighting as the sun dances across the sky, the caravan just a handful of miles away from the edge of the forest when one of the scouts returns to the path. Karim halts our procession, opening his saddle bags and pulling out a gray cloak. Tossing the covering to the wolf as he shifts before the eyes of Nyx and I.
His transition from wolf to human form is abrupt to the eye. Skin and bones stretching and breaking. Brown fur turning to a similar hue of human hair. Eyes never changing, expect only in shape and placement. Once done, my scout speaks with the hoarseness of one who has run without care nor regard for his wellbeing.
"My Alpha King," he says, bowing at the waist, keeping the cloak tightly clasped to his person. "I have found something that is of the most vital and terrifying importance that you must see for yourself."
"Then tell me what it is solider," I utter, making the young male squirm under my gaze. "I do not have time for my men to be led astray by strange objects that are found in the Endless Forest."
"Yes Alpha King," he replies, swallowing thickly before continuing. "Not far from the path my brother and found the bones of one of our kind. We can tell most definitely as the body is still caught in the transition from human to wolf. But once more, the body bares the armor of the Silver Guard and the ring once owned by the Dowager Luna Queen Isadora."
The scout glances up at me, face white as a sheet.
"I fear Alpha King that we have found the bones of your brother. The Prince Mordue."
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Forest of Lies
WerewolfA thousand years past, the world was run by humankind. But it changed, when countries became embroiled in a war that gave the werewolves the opportunity, to recreate the earth in their own image. Now humans are the lowest on the food chain, little m...
