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saw her running past would’ve made her laugh if she hadn’t been close to dissolving into bone-racking sobs.
She broke the clearing and a large modern home of steel and thick glass rose before her, casting deep imposing shadows and causing her to skid to a stop. Her tongue lolled as she panted hard, her ribs heaving from the exertion of the flat-out run of her escape. She thought of Arja, the injured woman who’d been kind to her within Clan Barriachius, and she made a vow to try and help her, no matter what happened. She couldn’t leave Arja at the mercy of Ulster. The older woman might not survive his rage and disappointment at losing Cassandra. She shuddered as the realization hit her that it might already be too late for Arja. Cassandra bolted for the house but didn’t account for the guards that sprang into her path, snarling and threatening to rip her throat out.
She bared her teeth and backed off slowly, watching the wolves that advanced, pushing her away from the house. Her canine mouth couldn’t form words and she didn’t know how to change back into her human form — hell, she didn’t know how she’d changed into a wolf in the first place — but she knew she had to get into that house. Cassandra lifted her nose and sniffed the air, reaffirming that Jandin and Koris were near. She let out a mournful howl, expressing her fear and frustration in that piercing sound. The wolves froze and suddenly, their ears swiveled as they took off running in the opposite direction, leaving Cassandra baffled but gratefully alone.
But she soon realized, she wasn’t alone.
A figure emerged from the house that immediately set her ears back in warning. Her hackles rose and she moved into a defensive posture without thought. Who was this man? Enemy or friend? She couldn’t tell. After the night she’d had, she wasn’t about to take any chances.
He broke free from the shadows and stood watching her with hard blue eyes that glittered in the night air like azure diamonds. Like Ulster, he radiated power but unlike the sickly red that ebbed and flowed from Ulster like a fever, this man shone with a bright energy that crackled like a live wire and was just as dangerous. He was the Alpha of Clan Barrachius . She could sense the truth of her sudden knowledge and there was no need to question what she knew.
He regarded her with open consternation, as if her arrival was neither a surprise nor welcome, yet he didn’t try to chase her away. She bared her teeth in a subtle warning, refusing to cow before him. She didn’t care who he was. On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst, the last few days had wavered at the tipping point of fucking awful and he was the final straw. A low growl erupted from her throat and he lifted his brow in surprise at her audacity, even as he continued to watch her every move. “My brothers tell me that you are the Prophesied One. I didn’t want to believe them. But here you are in all your glory, white pelt and all, and I have to believe they were right. You are female and yet you changed into a wolf form. My brothers tell me it’s our job to shelter you, to put our pups into your belly to cement our claim to the Prophecy but if they have that thought then it’s fair to surmise that every clan from here to creation will want to do the same.” His lip curled ever so slightly. “And you already smell of sex and blood, which means y ou have taken the enemy into your body . How do I know you are not carrying the poisoned seed of Clan Barrachius in your womb?” His mouth pursed as a tense moment passed before announcing with grim finality. “ The risk is too great. Logic tells me to kill you and be done with it — fuck The Prophecy. If there is no Prophesied One, there is no Prophecy to fear. ”
Cassandra’s vision narrowed as his energy rippled around hi m, momentarily causing him to frown as if taken aback by a sudden surge of unpleasant sensation. He bowed against the onslaught and
She broke the clearing and a large modern home of steel and thick glass rose before her, casting deep imposing shadows and causing her to skid to a stop. Her tongue lolled as she panted hard, her ribs heaving from the exertion of the flat-out run of her escape. She thought of Arja, the injured woman who’d been kind to her within Clan Barriachius, and she made a vow to try and help her, no matter what happened. She couldn’t leave Arja at the mercy of Ulster. The older woman might not survive his rage and disappointment at losing Cassandra. She shuddered as the realization hit her that it might already be too late for Arja. Cassandra bolted for the house but didn’t account for the guards that sprang into her path, snarling and threatening to rip her throat out.
She bared her teeth and backed off slowly, watching the wolves that advanced, pushing her away from the house. Her canine mouth couldn’t form words and she didn’t know how to change back into her human form — hell, she didn’t know how she’d changed into a wolf in the first place — but she knew she had to get into that house. Cassandra lifted her nose and sniffed the air, reaffirming that Jandin and Koris were near. She let out a mournful howl, expressing her fear and frustration in that piercing sound. The wolves froze and suddenly, their ears swiveled as they took off running in the opposite direction, leaving Cassandra baffled but gratefully alone.
But she soon realized, she wasn’t alone.
A figure emerged from the house that immediately set her ears back in warning. Her hackles rose and she moved into a defensive posture without thought. Who was this man? Enemy or friend? She couldn’t tell. After the night she’d had, she wasn’t about to take any chances.
He broke free from the shadows and stood watching her with hard blue eyes that glittered in the night air like azure diamonds. Like Ulster, he radiated power but unlike the sickly red that ebbed and flowed from Ulster like a fever, this man shone with a bright energy that crackled like a live wire and was just as dangerous. He was the Alpha of Clan Barrachius . She could sense the truth of her sudden knowledge and there was no need to question what she knew.
He regarded her with open consternation, as if her arrival was neither a surprise nor welcome, yet he didn’t try to chase her away. She bared her teeth in a subtle warning, refusing to cow before him. She didn’t care who he was. On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst, the last few days had wavered at the tipping point of fucking awful and he was the final straw. A low growl erupted from her throat and he lifted his brow in surprise at her audacity, even as he continued to watch her every move. “My brothers tell me that you are the Prophesied One. I didn’t want to believe them. But here you are in all your glory, white pelt and all, and I have to believe they were right. You are female and yet you changed into a wolf form. My brothers tell me it’s our job to shelter you, to put our pups into your belly to cement our claim to the Prophecy but if they have that thought then it’s fair to surmise that every clan from here to creation will want to do the same.” His lip curled ever so slightly. “And you already smell of sex and blood, which means y ou have taken the enemy into your body . How do I know you are not carrying the poisoned seed of Clan Barrachius in your womb?” His mouth pursed as a tense moment passed before announcing with grim finality. “ The risk is too great. Logic tells me to kill you and be done with it — fuck The Prophecy. If there is no Prophesied One, there is no Prophecy to fear. ”
Cassandra’s vision narrowed as his energy rippled around hi m, momentarily causing him to frown as if taken aback by a sudden surge of unpleasant sensation. He bowed against the onslaught and
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