"Are they dangerous?" "Dangerous? No, not here and now, at least. They won’t attack if that’s what you are worried about! They are here most likely to be sure we don't hide you, or you run away." He sighed deeply, and I knew he was thinking of Toke. "He is going to see reason. Right? Calm down and realize we can't just run off like that?" "I hope he will. I mean, it is not that bad of an idea. But at the same time, it will mean he can never come back. He must give up his rightful title and rank. That can take a toll on his wolf! And it is not easy living life as a Rogue. In the worst case, they will find out we knew about it, helped, or knew where he was, and it will cause a war between us. Again." "So we need to talk to him." “Don’t think there is much you can say. A male's drive to be with his mate is strong. Very strong! And that also makes you both so special. I don't know if he told you this, but we haven't had destined mates here for a very, very long time. This is a sign!
" That pretty little ass is far away from home. Go back, Now!" The angry roar made me jump. To focus on the black wolves in front of me, I didn’t notice the man who came walking out of the dark forest line. With my pulse ringing in my ears and my own heartbeat stuck in my throat, my eyes followed him. His eyes shifted, but unlike Toke`s eyes, the beast`s eyes lighted up the darkness with a red-ish hew. The more I looked, the more precise the man got. Tall, incredibly tall! Toke could not compare at all! The man bulged with raw muscles; tattoos shifted with them as he moved. Dark swirling lines decorated his shoulders, chest, neck, and back, even behind his ear. His beard was thick and black as the night; his hair was the same color. His eyes never left me as he walked towards the sitting wolves from the side. "What?" "I said go back! Now!" "Why?" The snarling growl that pushed through the darkness was nothing but threatening, and the tiny hairs on my arms and neck stood straight u
“No... It´s Eir. My name is Eir.” The silence felt thick around the campfire; everyone kept looking between us, making me uneasy. I shifted slightly in my seat, trying to avoid his heavy gaze. He nodded slightly and shifted his focus back to his cup. Something that seemed to break the others’ attention on me too. Awkward! “Sure, Eir! So, tell me, Eir. Where is your mother?” My head snapped in his direction, and I squinted my eyes at him. “Home.” “Earth?” “Of course! Where else?” “Interesting. Tell me about her.” I stood up and placed my cup down. I had nothing more to do here; it was time to return. “I need to go back. Thanks for the… tea?” I didn’t know what It was. It was sweet and warm at the same time. It made my cheeks and face warm up, so I’m guessing there is alcohol in the picture. “No rush, please. I want to hear about her.”“No.” Now, it was his turn to look at me through squinted eyes. I was assessing the situation, assessing me. It was enough now. I didn’t want
“What were you thinking?” Toke paced back and forth, still ranting. I've tried to get in a word since he basically dragged me back behind the walls. Everyone else had disappeared, sensing his mood. So now there were only us here in the massive empty hall, lit up by the fireplace and a couple of burning lamps“What if they found you? Did you ever think about that? What they could have done to you?” “But I..” “No, because you didn’t think! This is not your world! You can’t just walk around shouting about equal rights! That doesn’t mean shit here!” “Toke! That..” He abruptly cut me off again, and I don’t know why I still try! I get that he is angry and worried, but he is taking it too far! “Nobody cares what you think or mean! Make things better! It is the strongest that decides—the fastest or the cruelest! As simple as that, you better learn that!” My heart hammered inside my chest, and anger and hurt raged through my body. What he said hurt, that he was the one saying it made it
I moved up and down in the darkness, floating in a soft sky. Like a little boat on the ocean, the steady, slow movements made me feel doozy. Like in a lousy movie, a short glimpse broke the darkness. Wooden walls. A tiny lamp and bed sheets. Then, back to the darkness, warm, soft, and safe. Like I was lulled into a thick, fluffy blanket, letting me sigh in contentment and lean into it with a smile. Dreamless, no worries, nothing but the soft night. I had no sense of time or place, but it didn’t worry me. It didn’t bother me; I just existed, and it felt so lovely. One voice was there often, whispering behind the night curtains. On and off, words and a soft murmur accompanied brief images of light and wooden walls. I stretched my arms over my head and squinted toward the light. My body felt heavy, but a smile graced my lips. Like I just woke up from the best sleep I've ever had in my life. But I felt increasingly confused with each breath and every time I blinked. Where am I? How did
Toke´s POV. It didn’t turn out the way I planned it to. Yes, it might have been a bit drastic to drug her and keep her down the days following. But the journey was dangerous, and it was all for her! She knew that. I told her, but she still refused to leave. This is my land, my world, not hers. Not the place she is used to. I did what was best for her, to protect her. I expected her to be mad and confused but not outright furious! These guys are different; I can’t show them I’m soft. There is no place for softness or love in this world. It is survival of the fittest, even among guys like Arcane, Hades, and their crew. I’ve known them for years since we were small, and pack fractions were different, even rogue packs. Times change, and even if I still know these guys and would trust them with my life, I know they live a different life. The rogue pack lives as our accident ancestors lived. Blood rituals and raids. They kept slaves and praised the old gods. They depended on them, fightin
Eir`s POV. I’ve just been stumbling around here on this little island for a while, sulking and hurting. That all changed now; I felt more anger than hurt. I had no idea what was happening with Toke; I refuse to believe Fury accepts this behavior. One thing is that he thinks he can treat me like I'm an object, a thing he owns. Speak to me like I’m a child who doesn't understand what is going on around me or is even able to make my own decisions. He turned to rage and force. Thinking back, I still unconsciously folded my arms around myself, feeling the aching wounds on my upper arms. His claws had cut into me and pierced my skin. I had jelled and cried for him to stop, but it was like he didn't even notice or care. I’m no longer sure which apply anymore. Despite my anger towards Toke, I just wanted him to snap back. Go back in time and be the same as he was, but as the first day passed and the second. I got a feeling that would never happen. Arcane protected me that time, and he made i
Kids! They are like kids. Explosive and selfish. ALL OF THEM! Toke thinks he can decide for me and still expects me to share a room with him as if that were the most natural thing in the world. Arcane is not a second better. He acts as if he cares, protects me, and even keeps an eye on me, trying to help and give me a little pep talk. At least, I think it was that. Then he completely changes again, spinning around, acting precisely like Toke. Why do the men in this world keep acting like females can’t think for themselves? Helpless little creatures that would follow their every move without question. I know I’m unfair right now; I know Arcane only stepped between again. But it still irked me; why didn’t it occur to any of them to freaking ask? Just ask me what the fuck I want? Instead, they are having a pissing contest on the deck, shouting and growling, circling each other like hungry wolves. I didn’t want to be here; I didn’t see a reason to be here. I grabbed my little bag and