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Germanic tribes of Gaul are no
friends of the Etrusci!”
    “There you go again, acting daft
before you have all the facts.” Eoghan paused and took a deep
breath to control his temper. His body tensed remembering the last
time Bre was awake and angry. His cheek tingled as he recalled her
slap.
    “Bre, this territory is not solely
claimed by Germanic tribes. The majority of it is under Druid
control. We’ll be safe if we can find a Celtic tribe and request
the aid of the Druids to get to Cymru.”
    “Why are we going to Cymru? And why
did you remove me from my palace? Where is my father? Where are my
soldiers?” Breanna rattled off questions, growing more
irate.
    Seeing how distressed Breanna became,
the wolf walked over and licked her from chin to forehead again. It
then bounded off towards the trees.
    Eoghan chuckled at the shock and
disgust on Breanna’s face. “Will you calm down so I can answer your
questions? Come over here under the Oak.”
    Eoghan pulled her towards
a large Oak tree. Breanna was not sure how she missed the enormous
tree before. It was as if it just appeared when Eoghan wanted it.
In addition, six Willow trees formed a giant circle around the Oak.
Breanna thought it was impossible for those trees to have been
there five minutes ago.
    The leaves and low hanging branches of
the Willows concealed them. She was slightly disappointed that she
could no longer look at the breathtaking scenery. However, the
sight of the Willow trees and scent from the blooming flowers
calmed her temper.
    Breanna shook her head to snap out of
the soothing trance. She wanted to be angry. “I don’t want to rest
under a tree. I was just resting on that colossal wolf.” Breanna
pointed to the white and grey wolf trailing her.
    Breanna’s forehead wrinkled as she
calculated how long it would take to get from Etruria to Gaul.
“Wait a moment, how long have I been unconscious?”
    Eoghan avoided all eye contact with
Breanna in an attempt to hide something from her. However, Eoghan
knew hiding the truth would be a grave mistake. “Three days
now.”
    “Unfeasible. It takes nearly a month
to get from Aventine Hill to Gaul.” Breanna grew frustrated as
Eoghan avoided her eyes and evaded her questions. “Eoghan, you may
not be one of my subjects, but sure as Hades I will give you the
biggest beating of your life if you don’t tell me everything that
is happening.”
    Eoghan laughed at her threat and
whistled in the wolf’s direction. “I wouldn’t be bringing the God
of the Dead into this mess if I were you. He has enough problems
with your family.”
    Before Breanna could ask what he
meant, the wolf came bounding towards them after playing with a
rabbit.
    “ Her name is Clover. Think
of her as your offensive soldier,” Eoghan explained.
    Clover hunched down on her front paws
in a playful stance then pounced. She knocked Bre over and pinned
her to the ground.
    As they stared at each other, Breanna
realized that Clovers’ hazel eyes perfectly matched her own;
however, she had white four-leaf clovers for pupils. She could feel
a strong bond. A bond that signified Clover was not only hers, but
she too belonged to Clover.
    “ Alright, down girl.”
Clover jumped off Breanna and settled in the grass between Eoghan
and Bre. “Now who is the cat looking down at us as if we are
lunch?”
    “Her name is Aurora; she is your
protector on a more defensive scale,” said Eoghan, and then snapped
his fingers. The black panther gracefully jumped down from her
branch to sit in front of Breanna and pawed at her hand.
    When Breanna made eye contact, she
found the cat’s eyes to be royal purple with colorful lights
floating in the middle of her pupils.
    Aurora broke eye contact by jumping
back up on her branch, looking outward as if she could see past the
circle of trees to ensure danger did not approach.
    While Breanna absorbed all of the
information, Eoghan gave a long ear-piercing whistle. A white
stallion with a black mane