In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

He is the Alpha of Death, the bearer of darkness. He is the conqueror and king who hides a beast within. Fate is cruel, fate is damned. I am the moonlight he doesn't need... He declares a war; I declare my own. A war between two souls A war between mates... Ours is a twisted story untold... ---------- Mated to the bearer of death, Freya faces a hard- slapping reality beyond her comprehension and taste. The bittersweet course of fate will woe her to choose between submission and revenge. Add to that the scent of a once forgotten tradition and the discovery of a land unknown to most of her kind. As she fights her rupture and as she seeks reprieve, other outlandish secrets about her and her mate's existence will be revealed. --------- First Published 1/3/2016 (c) marienggles Warning: Not your typical werewolf story. Author is suffering from a wild, savage, and weird imagination. Welcome to Apollo's World... WATTYS 2016 ENTRY