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Glancing at the other side of the room, I saw Tallin sleeping on his bed of furs. Smiling, I got up, walked over to him, and gently rubbed the space between his antlers. Sleepily, Tallin opened his eyes, also smacked his lips, looked up at me… and screamed.
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“Tallin, calm down!” I said, yanking my hand away. “You’re having a bad dream, or something.”
Tallin scrambled away from me and stared, his fur bristling, his nostrils flaring. “What are you doing in my tent?!” he yelled.
“What? I slept here, right next to you.”
“Guards! Help!”
I backed away from Tallin. “I don’t know what kind of horrible dream you were having, but I’m going to stand over here, okay? It’s me. Tallin, it’sme.”
“How do you know my name?” he asked, frowning.
My heart surged into my throat and started hammering against the sides of my neck. “I…” I paused, “Because we’re friends… I’m your friend, remember?”
The little Winter Sprite started at me, his guard still up, his hackles raised. “I do not know who you are,” he said.
My blood froze in my veins. My stomach felt like it had fallen through a hole in my body and landed on the ground with a thud. “What are you talking about?”
“Get out of my tent, at once.”
I slowly shook my head. “You know me… I know you know me.”
“I do not know who you are, and I have already called the guards, so you had better leave or you are going to be in a lot of trouble.”
“Tallin…” I said, trailing off.
I could hear footsteps, and heavy breathing. Tallin was right, guards were coming, and I was stuck inside a tent. Fear took hold of me, panic worming its way into my gut and making itself comfortable, like a snake made of ice. I rushed toward the tent door and peered outside just in time to see two Fae moving quickly toward me.
One of them had a knife in hand, while the other looked to me about to take on his wolf form. “You!” the one with the knife called out, “Stop!”
I started to run, heading straight for Radulf’s tent. It wasn’t far from this one, I was basically next to it, so after only a few moments of running, I made it in through the main flap. It was breakfast, and there were many Fae sitting around the communal area with bowls in their hands. Some of them had already heard the commotion and were starting to get up to investigate by the time I made it through.
They all looked at me with a mix of fear and suspicion on their faces. One of them even yelled—“she’s in here!”
“Radulf!” I called out. “I need to speak with my brother!”
“Stop her,” came shouts from somewhere outside the tent. “Don’t let her get to the Alpha!”
Some of the men in the tent were already making moves to get in front and around me, stopping me from getting any further into the tent. Realizing I didn’t have many options, I decided to barge my way past them, knocking one of them down into the group of people who were trying to back away from me.
One of the other Fae tried to grapple me, but I ducked underneath him and used his weight to toss him across my back and send him into the center of the long, low table everyone had been eating at. The table broke apart, bowls of stew went flying into the air, and people screamed.
That was when Radulf made it out of his tent. He was still tugging down his shirt when he arrived, rolling his shoulders, his muscles tense. He laid eyes on me, and for a moment I felt relief. Here was Radulf, my big brother. Whatever was happening, he could help. I knew he could.
But that relief quickly turned to dread when he jabbed a finger at me. “I don’t know how you got in here,” he growled, “But I’m going to give you one chance to surrender.”
“Radulf, it’sme! Something is happening, you have to help me.”
“Who are you?!” he barked.
“Amara! I’m your sister. Please tell me you know who I am.”
“I have a sister, but you arenother.”
“What?!” My heartrate elevated, the beats now coming dizzyingly quickly. “I’myour sister…I’mAmara.”
