Well, he's new.I turn to look at the brown-haired and golden-eyed fellow I just spoke to right now and I don't know why, but something about him makes me feel nostalgic.Is it nostalgic or comfortable? I'm not so sure.... but he does make me feel something"Hey, Wench!"My shoulders sag and a look of disgust settles on my face. Again?I turn to answer."Yes, Captain?""Look at me when I'm talking to you or you'll be thrown off me ship!"Okay, does this guy know how ridiculous he sounds right now?I turn to face him and he's standing there, as real as day. I was super sick last night, retching all over the place because I couldn't get the smell of fish guts out of my nose. The storm didn't help either, but the fish guts were the worst part.I almost believed I saw a mermaid, or a merman, whatever it is. I was that sick, and it's all because of him.The pink-haired captain flashes me a grin and a wolf whistle. "You're looking mighty fine, little werewolf."I move before I can stop mys
"Follow me."Lyros doesn't wait for me to assess the situation before he makes that command. He just says it and then turns to walk away.He's the tallest amongst us, dwarfing Rhys and Mr Fenrir by just a few inches, but he's imposing and he's the boss so I guess there's nothing anyone can do even if they were taller than him.Surprisingly, I'm not the only one who follows the Lycan king. Rhys does too, and so does Safira, and so does Fenrir, the brown-haired and golden-eyed man I feel relaxed around for some strange reason.He doesn't look at me, so I don't look at him either, but I'm aware of his presence. Lyros climbs a set of stairs and enters one of the cabins on the upper deck. We follow, Rhys first, then Safira and Fenrir, and lastly me.The room is a wide space, with sunlight casting a bright yellow hue to the wood and the scent of the sea breeze making it smell fresh, Lyros's scent is faint in here, but I'm sure if I went to the bed it'd be heavier. I heard he's been weak la
"Wait up.."I ignore Safira and keep on walking. I have a good idea of what she might try to say and I'm not ready for it right now.Lyros obviously doesn't want Adelaide to know I'm Cain and not some recruit on this trip, so why should I do myself the disservice of telling her?'"Hey! I said wait up you dick!"Safira is huffing when I turn to look at her and I can see she's angry. She's angry and..... something else.I wait for her to make her way over to me and we both walk in silence to the prow of the ship. The sailors avoid us like the plague and they part whenever they see us. That doesn't bother me, what does is the sickly pallor and weak aura Safira is currently giving off.She takes a deep breath and I turn to look at her."Are you feeling okay?""Of course not."Her answer is a bare whisper and it's almost carried away on the winds but I hear it. I hear it and I take a moment to step back from my thoughts of Adelaide.She's been on my mind ever since I saw her earlier. Ever
Oh, fuck my life. Of all the things I could land myself into, it had to be an altercation with crazy fucking Rhys! "Do you think he's okay?" Safira sounds worried and some of that worry seeps into my bones and makes me calm down. Okay...... so this happened. There's nothing better than an endless shitstorm of drama on a ship, right? Even though I'm seasick and I'm sure there's nothing I want to do more than hurl my guts out. "I think I need some space." "Why the hell did he even go bonkers like that?" "Is he going to be okay?" "I said I need some space!" Almost like a spell breaks we fall into silence and he's there, bent over Rhys and trying his best to glare at us from his tousled but still silky locks and startling golden eyes. Fenrir. Safira is the first person who takes a step backward and she has to jolt me before I also adhere to the order. Something strange happened with this male. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, but I'm sure I saw him leap right out of thi
âDo you think we did something wrong?â Safira has her head on my shoulder and sheâs grinning. I canât tell if itâs from the fact that I'm allowing her to be this close or if sheâs genuinely delighted at what is unfolding before our eyes. I look at them and grimace. âThey seem to have made up well enough, so if anything iâd say we did a good thingâ âYou donât really believe that, do you?â I take one look at Adelaide and Rhys, at the smiles on their faces and how heâs staring at her like sheâs the world, and the answer slips from my lips unnoticed. âNo. I think we might have aided something unlikely.â We watch as they both interact for a while. Rhys regained consciousness early this morning and while he refused to look at me, it seems he could remember every other thing he did last night.He bolted out of the room we had to move him into, and though I suspected he might have gone to find Adelaide, I didnât want to believe it. I guess I'm the one who looks like a total fool now be
Itâs land.My feet are rooted to the wooden deck of the ship and I can feel my eyes wide as saucers.Itâs really land.After four grueling days of doing nothing but seeing the vast expanse of water that is the sea, I never thought I'd be this grateful to see land.âAdelaide?âI turn to see Lyros walking towards me with Rhys behind him. I wipe the smile off my face faster than I can breathe and my body goes rigid.If the Lycan king notices, he doesnât say anything.âYouâll be riding with Rhys.ââThis is a minor port, no one here knows you and no one should. Rhys is your savior now. He picked you up from a minor town where you were just getting ready to service your next patron for a few copper coins, not even enough money to feed you but you do it because you love the sex. You want to be banged, you want to feel the fever-hot bodies of males on you. Youâre a slut, but youâve found some love in Rhys. Heâs everything youâve ever dreamt of. A strong body, a huge dick, enough money that y
We donât ride much before we get to the first town. Rhys has a cloak over his face, the same deep green hue that his clothes are and I expect that I'll be given a cloak too, but I never get one. A cloak is the least of my worries. I look around and my eyes are wide open in fascination. Cain wasnât lying when he said there was not a speck of technology here. I peer at stone huts and brick walls, structures made of mud and hay, and just a general lack of anything remotely modern. âWow.â The town is deserted as we pass through but I notice wooden windows being opened just a bit. I catch eyes of every color widen when they see me and widen even more when they land on the rider of our horse. Rhys is an imposing form behind me, and I try not to lean into him too much. I would have been comfortable sitting at the back, but Rhys said sitting this way would get the right rumors to spread faster. Before we even get to the capital, rumors should have announced our arrival. I chuckle at th
I let the illusion drop once Adelaide was out of sight. Keeping it on seemed useless then, that is until I felt Lyros approaching. If anyone noticed anything, then they didnât say. Safira was next to me and barely noticed, which means something must have been different in the beat I used to initiate the magic. I raise a finger to make the same beat I did on the ship but a voice stops me. âIf you make that tapping noise again, I will yank your arm from its socket.âLyrosâs voice sends my brain into a pause. My body freezes and my finger stops just a mere inch from the wooden panel of the window. He sets his eyes on me, and that nothingness feeling invades my senses again. He smirks. âYou seem busy these days, Cain.â I nod and look out at the rolling countryside. Lyros isnât happy about that, but I know he isnât and I don't feel scared. âItâs better this way..â Lyros chuckles and I turn to look at him. Heâs regained his strength now. That wild look in his eyes is back. The gla