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Bride of the Beast Chapter Twenty Six
HECTOR BAYESThe girl was staring at me like I was crazy, and I reached up to palm the back of my hairy head, knowing I’d very possibly lost a few screws.“Mr. Bayes,” The hag panted, looking like she was about to say something and trailing off when she saw the green-eyed girl who I felt come up behind me that was no doubt peeking over my shoulder to flip the witch off.A bold move considering how many fingers display the coffee-colored hag owned.“Jules, get the girls ready, undock the carriages, we're leaving immediately! The faster we get out the better!” I growled and the woman nodded, bowing and disappearing from the balcony without another glance back.“Hector,” Nola breathed and I turned to look down at the girl wringing her hands and glancing about the forest clearing below us warily. I could tell she was afraid, and it made something inside me thaw, something that used to be frozen solid.“It's going to be okay Reynolds, you're in good hands,” I whispered, poking her with a l
Bride of the Beast Chapter Twenty Seven
NOLA REYNOLDSThe cave hallways were quiet save for our footfalls as we crouched through the fluorescent brightness between the ancient rust-colored rocks.My back tickled where the strange man’s gaze had no doubt settled as his warm breath tickled the lone brown hairs at the back of my neck.“How much farther to your room?” The man’s honeyed voice in my ear startled me and I whirled around with a surprised yelp to stare up at him watching me curiously through hooded lime-green eyes.It was unsavory, the way he looked at me. Like a hungry lion watching a dancing antelope that had flopped itself into the lion’s part.Now, my mane was not long enough to be a lion yet, so no doubt I felt every bit the clueless antelope I feared I was.“You scared me!” I whispered, firming my chin and staring right back at him when he didn’t look away.Kalden was it? I didn’t like him one bit, and something told me the feeling was quite mutual when he bent closer to stare into my face, close enough that o
Bride of the Beast Chapter Twenty Eight
HECTORMy hind legs had begun to creak and cramp as I shifted from my hunch in the shadowed enclaves of the caves’ rocky exterior.“Where are you?” I rumbled lowly, raking my wolf eyes over the shadowed lowlands that were lined with white orchid trees that overhung ominously over the winding dirt path.It was empty, with only the wind whistling a soft lullaby through the leaves as they sashayed up and down.“Dammit.” I hissed, baring my teeth as the hairs rose on the back of my head before I leaped down soundlessly, with all the graceless ambling of a newborn pup, to the rocky mouth of the cave below.If intruders were waiting on the surrounding hills, they stayed out of sight, the shadows on the top of each dune shapeless and void.I realized I was humming a soulless tune as I patrolled the length of the dirt path, pausing to crane my ears violently to the side when I thought I heard the meaty crunch of an errant footstep behind me.I whirled on the balls of my feet, my yellowed-gray
Bride of the Beast Chapter Twenty Nine
NOLA REYNOLDS “What the hell was that?” I screamed as the creak of the door shuddering on its hinges grew to a staggering crescendo and the snarls from behind the door became fever pitch.The dark-haired blonde man seemed to shake himself before striking the hilt of his sword on the door frantically until I thought he'd gone quite mad, trying to hack my head off with his silver sword, until the snarls stopped and the insane tempo of the bodies beating against the door seized.The air was quiet, too quiet. Enough that I could be the thumping of my fleshly heart in my chest as my ears rang from the adrenaline.“Hybrids. Careful Nola. You might want to move your back from the door.” Kalden whispered and I gave him a questioning look, looking for any loose screws under the thick locs of his wolf-cut hair.Crazed werewolf guard for sale? Going one? Going two? And donated free of charge! Congratulations! You just got yourself a tree-sized maverick! Enjoy!“I've heard they have incredibly l
Bride of the Beast Chapter Thirty
NOLA REYNOLDS“Kalden! Do something!” I croaked, feeling for my throwing knives behind me as the weight of the spongy shadow creature rested thickly on my midriff.My neck was numb from the bites on the creature’s punctured tongue, and I felt my mouth open with a panicked gurgle as it reared a bald, misshapen head above me.More tongues burst from its back before the silvery glint of a long, curved claw caught my eye, just as it came down on the meaty mass with a loud clang, and more of the black goo splashed across my face.“Nola? Nola! Can you hear me?” Kalden’s somber rasp sounded disjointed and distant. The words were heavy in my mouth as I tried to move, my vision whirling to focus on the blurred-through lump of the tongue that was lying unnervingly close to me.“Nola? Nola, can you hear me? Say something goddammit!” I was startled, gasping loudly and trying to scoot away as something warm enveloped me from behind, and the Lycan’s honeyed rumble tickled my ear.“H-Hect-” I croake
Bride of the Beast Chapter Thirty One
HECTOR BAYESKalden had been standing over the puddle of inky black when I’d burst into the room, the creature turning to ink only seconds before my eyes could pick out what it was.“What the fuck is going on?” I growled, hooking a claw over the stunned man’s shoulders with my eyes trained on the girl sitting, spread out beneath him.Something struck me as very wrong as I closed the distance between us and put my arms around the slightly shivering girl.Smiling. Nola had been smiling.“It just, I think it came from outside. But how did it get up the walls?” Kalden whispered distractedly, seeming at a loss as he looked back and forth from the brown-haired girl to the blue-tinted open window.I barked at him, growling until he’d snapped back to the present and I repeated my questions.“Jules!” I bellowed in my head using my Alpha voice, and waiting only a second before the brown-skinned hag burst into the room, looking about frantically with a plume of black-grey smoke swirling between
Bride of the Beast Chapter Thirty Two
NOLA REYNOLDSThe Lycan’s Witch had said that I was healing well, Just as she sipped the ginger brew that was meant for me from the small white bone china cup, the blackened end of her pinkie finger raised daintily.“Aye, this is the good stuff.” Ma Jules cooed, before sighing heavily and banging the cup on the bedside drawer, and leaning toward me to stretch her hand across my forehead before I wrenched my head so far back that I saw the galaxies.Can't have been me she was about to feel up with those talons. Werewolves didn't see right with just one eye.The witch snickered before leaning back in her wooden chair with a loud creak, as more maidens ambled about the room, avoiding my eyes and whispering furiously between each other.I hadn't known I was holding my breath until the oak wood door to my cave room creaked open and in walked the Lycan. The green-eyed bandit was determinedly behind him, an unreadable expression on his face.The Lycan’s angular face was relaxed when he saw m
Bride of the Beast Chapter Thirty Three
HECTOR BAYESThe girl from the village was recovering nicely, save for the spiked barbs that hadn't seemed to leave her tongue since she came from the wolf village.It was a wonder how the gremlin found the energy to be sassy, given how close to Hades’ clutches, she’d gone.“Find anything?” My best friend’s deep baritone sounded as he fell into step beside me, interrupting my reverie. He must have been lurking in the cave shadows again, Kalden Kalden, what to do with you?“I found a rat the other day, festering in the rust-colored walls of my sewers-” I growled, flicking my eyes to the side to see that he was watching me closely before focusing again on the stone hallway.It would do to look where one was walking in the cave corridors, it was how a nursemaid had gotten her petite-shaped head ripped off her neck, the nursemaid’s cotton cap still attached firmly under her jaw.An errant stalagmite that was hastily cut down after the fact.‘The sewers’ was Ma Jules’ choice of word for th
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