“They’re going to come from all angles,” Tabby says. “They can smell you. I could protect you, of course, but that would require magic, and I’ve already broken the rule about that.”
Smug little thing.
We are lucky to have her.
We would surely be dead if she had not saved us, and there is no doubt in my mind that we should by all rights have perished.The alpha of the pack has lured us here in an effort to ensure our demises.
“So this was a trap,” Thorn says. He is looking pale with terror. It’s one thing to have cut one’s teeth on the bones of fallen enemies. Something else entirely to have seen the unspeakable.
“Not really a trap. You’re allowed to try to survive. And you got to mate me. That’s the deal. You get a mate, and the mountains get their sacrifices. The conditions of the deal have been met.”
She’s very practical about the situation. Cold, even.
“So we’re sacrifices.”
“Why would an alpha give his daughters away to anyone brave enough to come to the mountains?” She tilts her head, looking at me as if the question should be fairly obvious.
“Those things need to be fed?”
“The mountains need their blood,” Tabby replies, matter of fact. The wind whips up slightly, and red curls play over and around her face. She is much more than a wolf mate. She is part of this vicious landscape. She understands the heart of the evils that walk these places. And that is why she is not afraid of things that strike terror deep into the heart of a seasoned warrior.
Skor
This is perfect. I have to work hard to school my features into a sort of concerned mask. I knew that I would find somethingspecial in these ranges. I had no idea I would find anything this unique and exciting.
“Can you teach us any means of defense?” The question is reasonable and will not arouse suspicion.
Tabby looks at me with clear green eyes.
“No,” she says. “The gift has to be inside you, and you need to practice the writings and understand the essences of the magic. It’s not just a matter of saying some words or flicking your fingers around in any particular way.”
“We’ll have to watch you then,” I say. “We’ll have to keep you close.”
“Yes,” she says. “You will. The night will be full of dead things. You three are going to call to them.”
Sure enough, two more dead things come scuttling out of the shadows. They reach the perimeter of the fire and stop, screaming and throwing themselves against an unseen wall. One has no arms, but a maw full of viciously long needle-sharp teeth that do not reflect any kind of humanity. The other has one leg and five arms, black eyes and a mouth that is nothing but a hungry hole. Skulls are bare beneath rotted flesh, indicating some kind of erstwhile humanity, but if they were ever people, they have been forever changed.
“What’s keeping them back?” I ask.
“Sigils,” she says. “Symbols of power they are bound to respect. When daylight comes, they will all be burned away.”
“So these things are not as much of a threat as they might seem?”
“Step outside the sigils and see what happens to you,” she replies with a smirking little grin. “They’re exactly as much of a threat as they seem to be.” She reaches a hand toward the fire, gathers a ball of it toward her, and flashes it back at the things. One, two direct hits and they both burn before our eyes.
“At least you made a fire,” she says.
Krall grunts.
“If the sigil will keep them out, then there’s no reason not to keep breeding you,” he says.
He’s a brutish old alpha and he is obsessed with mating. This girl is going to be absolutely awash with cum by the time he is done with her.
“My turn, I think,” Thorn says. His voice is less shaky than it was, and there’s a certain determination in his tone.
“Yours?” Tabby looks at him in surprise. “You want me?”
He wants to distract himself with tits and ass and who can blame him. The urge to run back to the womb is strong when the world becomes dangerous. The only way a man can do it is to fuck a female.
