Forest of Lies

Chapter 14-Deadly Desires

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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.