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#21 Stoking the Embers
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A Werewolf for the Witch #22 Mercurial Moods
AvaleaI'm digging my nails into my palms and biting my lips to stop myself from calling Aldrich's name.Don't go! I shout in my head as he steps outside.What sort of danger is out there? What if something happens to him?No!I won't let anything happen to him. I can't remain here like a helpless damsel when he's out there facing danger.I get to my feet and center my breath. It takes some doing as I was moments away from… something… when Aldrich's attention was focused on me in that intense, toe-curling way. His kisses, his words, his touch… it was driving me out of my mind. I was on the verge of giving in before we were interrupted.Despite the possibility of danger, a part of me is slightly disappointed that we were interrupted, and another part is hugely relieved.Shaking my head, I try to clear all wayward thoughts.Closing my eyes, I summon every defensive spell I know to the forefront. It isn't a whole lot, but I know I'll be able to aid Aldrich at least a little.At this mome
A Werewolf for the Witch #23 No Regrets
AldrichI look at Ava over my shoulder as I strip out of my clothes. She still has her back turned to me. I curse myself for pulling that trick on her, but if I had to do it again, I probably would.She needed to be raging mad to throw that kind of power at me. I knew without a shadow of doubt that she wouldn't harm me, no matter how mad she was, but if it was an enemy, she wouldn't have held back. I don’t know how I know it, I just do. Our mate can never harm us, my wolf says from inside me. He’s clearly losing his mind. I ignore him. The sooner he lets go of this notion that Ava is our fated mate, the better it is for both of us.I know she’s more powerful than she believes herself to be, because in my wolf form, I can sense the tremendously strong pulsations of power thrumming inside her. We might not have magic, but our senses are highly evolved.I won't be doing anything like this again, but this one time, I believe it was essential. I saw an opportunity, and took it. It was mor
A Werewolf for the Witch #24 Triumphs and Doubts
AvaleaWhen I wake up, bright daylight is flooding in through the wall I demolished yesterday. And Aldrich isn’t around. Disappointment stabs at me. I was angry with him yesterday, but I wish we’d had a chance to talk things over this morning. He probably had to leave early because of his work; probably left without waking me up so as to not disturb me. I’m touched by his thoughtfulness, but still disappointed nonetheless. I really wish I had been able to talk to him this morning.I tell myself he will come back in the evening, but the thought of spending the entire day without him, with only my thoughts to keep me company doesn't help my mood.Shaking the melancholy away, I sit up, pulling the rug close to me. There’s plenty of other things to think about. There’s plans to be made. I’m only temporarily seeking shelter with Aldrich. Temporarily. I have to remember that. My primary purpose right now isn’t to develop a friendship with him, but to heal, to get better, and go to Uncle Hor
A Werewolf for the Witch #25 New Dangers
AldrichI push open the door of my hovel slowly, not wanting to disturb Roark in case he is already back. It is unlikely, but I’m being cautious, just in case. I’m relieved to find the hovel empty. I quickly put the last of our bread and cheese in the wicker basket. Roark is bound to question me over it. I’ll have to come up with a convincing excuse. I hate lying to Roark. Hunger is gnawing at me. Shapeshifting requires a lot of energy, and since yesterday, I have shifted multiple times, but I have not replenished the fuel I used up. It’s still quite early, so the communal kitchen won’t be open yet.I look at the position of the sun in the sky, trying to determine if I will have enough time left for breakfast after I make my way back to the hut with food and water for Ava. Probably not.I rub my temples, knowing this constant back-and-forth will weaken me and make me lose my muscle bulk rapidly. If that happens, I might potentially have trouble shifting into my wolf form.But it is
A Werewolf for the Witch #26 Turmoil
AvaleaI’m unable to stop my emotions from spiraling as I head back to the hut. The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that I have caused something sacred to break by not upholding the law of the land. I have blatantly broken the rules.Both Ann and I questioned some of the laws when our tutor taught them to us, but not forcefully enough. The explanation for our questions was: that is the Altairain way, which wasn’t much of an explanation at all.The circumstances after Father’s assassination were such that disregarding the rules was essential for survival. But others I have willingly broken: not just conversing because it was necessary, but bantering with Aldrich, kissing him, lying on the same bed as him. Wanting him to kiss me, and do much more to me than just kissing. My breathing quickens as my thoughts invariably go to the sultry, seductive words he spoke when I tried to lay down some ground rules. The image that formed in my mind after hearing his words is deep
A Werewolf for the Witch #27 Old Friendships
AldrichI make it just in time for breakfast. On my way back, I simply could not shake off the feeling that something bad was about to happen. I felt like there were eyes on me all the time. That scent… The familiarity of it sends shivers down my spine.I succeeded in avoiding most of my pack until I was almost out of the forest, but towards the very end, I met Tabah, Kimur’s younger brother. Tabah is a spy employed by the Council. He spends much of his time on missions in other kingdoms. Tabah told me he got back to Vega only last night. The Council has apparently recalled all their best spies to the capital to track down the princesses. It is redoubling its efforts in trying to track down the princesses. My only thought was we’ll now be assaulted from both sides: my pack as well as the Council. Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and are excellent trackers; that coupled with Council’s resources means we have zero chances of remaining hidden for too long.As we headed toward th
A Werewolf for the Witch #28 Defenses and Forbidden Rituals
AvaleaI would have loved to spend the day practicing my magic, but those eyes… I shiver when I think of those eyes. There was only one thing to do after seeing those eyes keeping a watch on me. I had to place defensive spells around the hut, the path to the privy, and the actual privy itself. Since I have received at least some kind of defensive magical education, placing the protective spells around the area was relatively simple. The protection is still basic, and given that the assassins breached the much stronger defenses of the palace, the hut is still vulnerable, but it is better than nothing. Given time, I might be able to strengthen these defenses in the ‘right way’, the ‘legal way’. And time is not something we have.Besides, using strong protective magic presents another kind of danger. It invariably leaves a trail that other magical beings with certain skills can detect. The Werewolves, with their acute sense of smell, are already trying to track down Ann and I. I don’
A Werewolf for the Witch #29 Kisses
AldrichHow can I refuse? Besides, it feels fucking good to hold Ava in my arms, to feel her lips on mine after the day I’ve had. She wants me to kiss her like I’m her lover? I’m only too glad to oblige. “Is this really what you want?”“Yes.” Her reply is immediate, without hesitation.With one hand on her waist, I hold her tight and pull her flush to me so that every soft curve of her body is molded to mine. My other hand travels up her side, brushing her breast with my fingertips before moving up her collarbone, over to the base of her neck. My thumb draws circles at the hollow between her clavicles. The pale, almost translucent skin of her neck looks so inviting. I’m tempted to sink my teeth into her delicate skin. Spearing my fingers through her disheveled braid, I yank her head back, exposing more of her slender neck to my gaze. She gasps out loud, her pupils dilating. I can smell her arousal as well as her fear. The scent of her arousal is far more potent than that of her fear
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