The heavy iron gate slowly opened as they approached allowing the caravan to pass through the iron wolfs open mouth. A chill ran through Kara as they passed the threshold. It was a relief to know that she was not allergic to iron, though it made her uncomfortable to be near such large quantities.
Kara, sit back and drop the shades of the wagon. Marko told her through their mind link. he sounded stressed and a bit nervous.
Are you trying to hide me? Kara asked unable to conceal the hurt that his small request inflicted on her. She wanted to see the city as they rode by and being trapped in the wagon did not facilitate that.
No I simply don’t want to reveal you just yet. I want to make sure you are safe before introducing you to the people. I don’t want to alarm them.
What do you mean?
Well, werewolves can… overreact at the sight of an unannounced fae waltzing into the city.
Is your father going to overreact? I mean you didn’t have to bring me here; I could have stayed somewhere else. Somewhere in the middle of the woods would have been fine. She said trying to sneak a peek under the shade of the wagon. All she could see were white walls that seemed to reflect the afternoon sun,
I’m not letting you out of my sight. What if find yourself hanging by your feet and I’m not there to cut you down? I can’t just leave you in the woods, Kara. Besides I need to message Adril with a royal falcon.
Kara had almost forgotten that that was the whole point of going along with Marko in this trip. He was going to unite her with her uncle, well possible uncle. It was kind of hard to think of that when all she could think about was keeping control of her magic, rogue vampires and of course Marko.
Just try to keep your calm once he starts talking.
I promise nothing. She said as the wagon came to a halt.
She was helped down from the wagon by Tark and immediately a flank of soldiers formed around her. She instinctively looked for Marko but she was so well surrounded that she could barely see the sky above her. The men lead her up some fine white marble steps, and then the peculiar sound of a heavy metal door opening vibrated in the air. The slight chill that ran through her body told her that this was in fact another iron door.
They walked into the building she could only suppose was the palace by the richness of the floors and ceiling. She notices how the white marble form the steps had also been used inside and blended with beautiful lines and swirls of gold, copper and iron. The ceiling was impossibly tall and was decorated with painted glass illustrating running wolves that seemed to circle the entire room. The glass looked old, but something about its age made it seem as if it could stand even the toughest storm, that glass would never break. She looked down for a moment then up and frowned at the glass. She could have sworn the wolves had moved. They were now looking down at the events below.
"I see you have returned, Marko." A deep voice said from the front of the room. She would have sworn the voice was Marko’s if it wasn’t for the coldness it held in such a short greeting.
The wall of men around her cleared the view in front of her, except fort Tark who kept himself only a few feet away from her. Yenive was in front of her at her left and Marko at her right. In front of the room was a throne like no other a chair made of gold and copper. The craftsmanship of the chair was incredible, images of golden wolves ran alongside it and the armrests were in fact howling wolves.
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Mixed Blood (Wattys2015)
WerewolfAfter the bloody death of her parents when she was eleven, Kara Dosnia has lived in more than four different Villages. All of which have been decimated by cannibalistic vampires. It seemed to Kara that the vampires were following her for some reason...
