Hunter of The Pack Book 1 Huntress by Trinity Knight Jim Richards

Huntress [Hunters of the Pack Book 1] by Trinity Knight, Jim Richards
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CONTENTS ~Dedication~ Hunters of the Pack: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24
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Chapter 25 Chapter 26 About the Authors ****
Hunters of the Pack: Book 1Huntress By: Jim Richards and Trinity Knight All rights reserved ISBN978-0-9800146-6-2 Copyright May. 2008, Jim Richards and Trinity Knight Cover Art copyright May. 2008, Phred-Cetera Mystic Moon Press, LLC Santa Fe, NM 87507 www.mysticmoonpress.com No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and email, without prior written permission from Mystic Moon Press, LLC
~Dedication~ For Dawne, my very own 'Pack Mistress' * * ** * * To my sons who believe in me, support me and give me endless hours of joy. [Back to Table of Contents]
Hunters of the Pack: Huntress By: Jim Richards & Trinity Knight Chapter 1 Kiera Lunatier was on the hunt. Against the strict orders of her Pack's Leader and Alpha, she was stalking her prey through the night. Her dark hair danced in the light breeze, tickling her cheek as she crouched at the base of a large oak. The fury within her was struggling for release, but she fought the change. Intense emotion fueled the inner beast, demanding she give it free rein. Not yet though. For now she needed the calm intelligence of her human form. There would be time for the beast to sate its bloodlust later. She only hoped she would be able to make her own kill before death came to her. **** Three days prior The first warning of danger was the gunshot. It was unnaturally loud to Kiera and she was surprised that anyone would have been able to get a weapon that large into the Pack's regular territory without a confrontation. She rushed through the woods, seeking not only the weapon and hunter, but the target of the shot. Cursing the idiocy of poachers
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hunting on private land, she swore to wrap the barrel of the gun around the hunter's neck before sending him on his way. Bursting through the trees she entered a small clearing, the coppery scent of blood heavy in her nose. The heavy weight of the scent was cloying and hampering her natural ability to hunt the violator by scent alone. Then she saw him. Her own brother. The light of her life and her only immediate family member. Kiera reeled, overwhelmed by the incredible amount of blood pooling around his body as she rushed to his side with a scream of anguish. His chest was a mess. The bullet had somehow been modified to deal with her kind, and the silver mercury hollow point had done its' job well. The tendrils of silver webbing were spread throughout his open chest cavity inhibiting Adric's own ability to regenerate the damage. He had been shot while in human form, but his body had shifted almost of its' own accord to the stronger Lycan shape, in a futile attempt to force itself to reject this horrible injury and to heal. Yet he was too weak to hold the form for long and slid into a hybrid mixture of half man, half wolf. Even as he lay in her arms dying, Adric struggled for life. But the struggle was in vain and they both knew it. She didn't know what she was saying to him; she could barely hear his voice talking to her. But somewhere through the haze of her tears and the sound of the blood pounding in her ears, she gained his intent. 'Be strong, Kiera ... I love you...' Her tearfilled howl at the moon, as he died in her arms, was filled with rage and regret. Responding to the howl, other members of Pack Lunatier found her there, clutching his dead body to her
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as she rocked and raged hysterically. She fought any who tried to approach her and eventually two large males had to subdue her so Adric's body could be removed from the site. Adric had told her nothing of his plans, other than he was going to a meeting. A secret meeting, he had said, that would assure their safe future. When she had pressed him on it, he had smiled that smile of his, and told her that in the morning, everything would be different. And Adric had been right, because now everything had changed. **** In her mind's eye she could see the body of her beloved brother. Adric had been several years younger than Kiera, innocent and carefree. Although he was much bigger than her physically, Kiera always thought of him as her little brother. His love for fun and his zest for life had brought balance to her bleak existence. She had been his parent, sister, protector and motivator since the death of their parents when he was just a pup. Now he was gone. The brightness of him snuffed forever by a killer's bullet, leaving her with no anchor, no balance in the world of violence they lived in. For her actions tonight she would be banned from the Pack. Banned, hunted and made an example of. It was a fate she accepted readily as the fire of vengeance burned in her blood and called to her soul. Her skills and temper had qualified her as a Hunter for her Pack. Before tonight those who thought themselves outside Pack Law had faced her unique form of justice. Few who had ever faced her, considered violating their Leader's word, again. After tonight
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it would be she who was now hunted as rogue, and the irony of the situation was not lost on her. A cloud slipped over the moon, blocking the natural light. Taking advantage of the momentary darkness, she crept closer to her prey. She did not think he was aware of her presence yet. So far, he had made no move to attack or defend himself, and the element of surprise was still on her side. She doubted he would understand the danger he was in, even if he had spotted her. She wasn't one to take chances on that though. Stealthily she closed the distance between them being careful to remain downwind of him. Simply because he was not a Lycan did not mean she needed to throw aside her decades of training. He had his back to her, which made her nervous. She would have preferred knowing if he was armed or had a weapon within reach. Throwing caution to the wind, she continued her advance. She was looking at a dead man; he just didn't know it yet. If anything, she wondered why he had been so easy to find. Adric's body was in the ground less than two days, but for his murderer to have stayed in the area spoke of an ego and a confidence that Kiera could not comprehend. No, upon reflection, the man's ego was a shroud for his stupidity. You should have run further, little man, she thought as she approached him. You should have made the hunt longer, so that I could begin to hurt you as you have hurt me. So that your death would have even greater meaning. Because with your death, I surely kill myself. ****
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24 hours ago "Adric gave to our Pack as few others have done." Fenris, the Lunatier Pack Leader, spoke with a heavy heart. "But his gifts were not of strength or power. His gifts were simpler. They were the gifts of speech and art. Our loss is felt by all of us here, but we cannot allow that loss to make us react blindly." "Whoever did this deed was prepared, and acted from a position of strength. Though some may see this as an attack against the Pack, I know of no one who would gain by such an attack. This killing was personal, and I'll lose no more of this Pack in a hunt against a prepared and well armed adversary." He turned to Kiera and shook his head. "I am sorry Kiera. There will be no Hunt of Vengeance for your brother. His killer has taken one of us. I won't allow him to take another." The Pack was stunned to hear there would be no Hunt. Was it not their right? Certainly it was Kiera's right of vengeance. But the Leader had already spoken. He saw their mood, and knew what they demanded, but it was not in his plan that there be a Hunt, and he was still their Leader. He raised his voice and spoke with the assured tone of command. "I tell you all, my Pack, this is my ruling. There will be no hunt!." And with those words, the Pack submitted to his will and Kiera's death sentence was made final. ****
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Sliding closer she waited a moment for the wind to shift direction more out of habit than anything. The human would not be able to detect her, even on his best day. A low growl built in her throat as she sprang, her hands shifting into claws and her jaws open. The man jumped with a start and turned to face her, presenting her with a more open target. She hit him in the chest and they went to the ground with a grunt, her teeth buried in his shoulder. "What the...?" The question was cut off by a scream of pain as her teeth snapped the bone in his arm. He saw his blood fly up and across her muzzle and his face went white from fear and shock. Lifting her head, Kiera gave him a blood smeared smile. "This is for my brother." She said with the heat of the hunt still in her blood. She brought her claws along his cheek, leaving ragged gashes in her wake. Her free hand clamped around his throat, closing it off to keep him from screaming a second time. **** 28 days ago "She's the one, Khefris. I know it." Master Amris Grey said to his second in command, his eyes never leaving Kiera's face or form as she moved through the crowd. As a high-ranking guest, he was given a place of honor which afforded him a prime seat to overlook the entire feast. Leader Fenris seemed to find a reason for introducing each of the eligible bachelorettes to the Master of the Grey Pack. An alliance of
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marriage between his own small Pack and the Master's larger, more powerful one, would be nothing but beneficial to Fenris. "Her?" Khefris raised an eyebrow in surprise. "She's a competent Huntress, sure. You've heard the stories. But, I mean ... look at that redhead. Nicer chest." Amris laughed, barely sparing the woman a glance. "Bigger doesn't always mean nicer. And anyway, I think Kiera's chest is fine." Then he became thoughtful. "Yes, I have heard the stories and find them fascinating. From what I've seen since we got here, they are all true, too. She's courageous, strong and beautiful. Everything a Mistress should be. Life with her will never be boring." "Perhaps, and you haven't even noticed her chest." Khefris chuckled. "Your eyes haven't left her face all night." He bit into the haunch of meat and spoke around it as he chewed. "So talk to her. Then tell that idiot uncle of hers that you'll be taking her back to Grey Rock with you. Simple. You're a Master, he's just a Leader. He can't deny you." Amris shook his head. "It's not that simple, Khef. She's been watching me as much as I've been watching her, and not in a good way. I get the feeling she's purposely avoiding me ... I don't think she likes me. And Fenris ... there's something off about him tonight. Something in his scent that is making me just want to get away from here." "You're just making excuses." Khefris grunted. "You want her, tell her. She's just like any other bitch in heat; she wants to know she's worth something. Tell her you want her, and then bring her home." "She might not want to leave here."
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Now it was Khefris' turn to shake his head. "So what?" **** It seemed to Amris as if he had been running all night. When Khefris had told him yesterday what had happened to Kiera's brother, he had silently grieved with her, even across the distance that separated their Packs. He had promised himself then that he would go to her Pack, see Fenris, and claim her as his own. She was as alone now, as Amris himself. But as the Pack Master of his own clan, he could give her a home to protect her and give her family once more. And this time, he would not allow his own feelings, or his uncertainty, to sway him. If he had to demonstrate his will by fighting for her, he would do so. Then he arrived at her Pack and learned that she had already left to seek her vengeance. As disappointing as the news was, it did not come as a surprise since she was, of course, one of the Pack's best Hunters. Amris had no doubts of her ability to track and take her prey down. Since it had been her brother who had been slain, the right of the kill was hers. But his disappointment at not finding her there turned to shock when he learned more. Fenris, against all common wisdom and against all Pack instinct, had ordered that no Hunt Mark be placed on her brother's killer! He had even proclaimed that anyone who attempted to hunt the killer faced the Hunt Mark of the Pack, themselves! If anything could have justified Amris' earlier opinion of the Pack Leader that would have been it. As he looked about the Pack's gathering, he had noticed that
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several of the male Hunters, including the Pack Leader himself, were absent. They had already left to hunt one of their own. Fenris was hunting his own niece. To kill her for following an order he should never have made and seeking a vengeance they should all be seeking. It was absurd. That had been five hours ago and Amris had been running ever since. He knew he needed to catch up to Kiera before she did anything against the slayer of her kin. But the gods, it seemed, were in a foul mood tonight. He was lucky to be as skilled as he was in the hunt himself. Only two hours after leaving Kiera's Pack, he had come across the scent of Fenris and his Hunters. They were ahead of him following on Kiera's own scent, but they were taking their time. A part of him could understand it. After all, they needed to be sure that Kiera had actually broken the law before they took her down. But another part of him was outraged. Why didn't they catch her and stop her? Why didn't they just close in on the female, take her captive and prevent her from breaking the law? Fenris had never struck him as a stupid wolf. Brutish and bullying to be sure, but not stupid. So why was he so willing to allow Kiera to break The Code? Why did he seem so determined in killing his own niece? All Amris knew for sure was that he would be delayed immensely if he stopped to debate the matter with Fenris. Kiera was his main objective right now and he needed to reach her first; ahead of the Hunters. So he looped around them, pressing himself further, and driving his body even
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harder. Now it was a race between himself, Fenris and time. He only hoped he would be the winner. He was at most two hundred yards away when he heard the scream and knew he had not been fast enough. He forced his fatigue away and reached deep inside himself for even more reserves of strength. The miles he had already put behind him dropped from him like an unwanted burden, as he shifted even deeper into a purer wolfen form. Sprinting as fast as he could, Amris closed the distance like the wind hoping to stop her before it was too late. When he broke through the cover of the tree line she had just raised her hand, her claws extended, and he knew her target was the man's throat. Even as he closed in on her, he couldn't help but admire her form. He had fallen for her beautiful face, her deep blue eyes and those full, lush lips, over a month ago. He had admired her figure, certainly but he had never fully appreciated her smooth, sinewy grace, and her muscular, powerful body before. Her leather pants were snug across her legs and ass, and his animal nature wanted nothing more than to feel those muscles move beneath him. The human aspect of his nature was more impressed with her skills. He wished he had been there to watch her hunt, to see the strike, and to bear witness as she had brought down her prey. But he dreaded the thought that she had caught this prey, because now there was no way out for her. "Kiera! No!" His cry was a cross between a bestial roar and a human grunt. He didn't know if it was the sound that distracted her
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long enough to keep her from striking or not, but with that moment's hesitation he acted. He shifted to his human form and hit her hard in the side, knocking her off her stance and bearing her to the ground in a tumbling mass of arms and legs. When they rolled to a stop, Amris was on top of her, his hands holding her wrists and claws down on the ground. Her teeth were still extended though, and Amris was forced to keep his own throat from getting too close to her snapping jaws. Her eyes held a touch of the madness that came on all true Hunters before they strike, when they know that soon they will be feasting on the blood of their prey. And as strong as he was, Amris was unprepared for Kiera's bloodthirsty strength. A red haze obscured Kiera's vision. The scent of blood spurned her on as it spilt from her victim into the soil. A life for a life. It was the Law of the Pack and she had held true to it, even though it meant she would now become the prey of her own Pack brothers. Mere seconds from administering the death strike, she had heard her name called and then she was hurled to the ground by another of her kind. She didn't recognize the scent at first, her focus on her own prey so complete. How had the Pack found her so soon? She had been so careful to hide her tracks, though the human had not. Then she realized the truth. If they had tracked the human, they would know where to find her. No! She raged. If she died now it would all mean nothing. Her brother's killer would live and she would die slowly and painfully as an example to those who rebelled against the
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Pack Leader's word. A few seconds, that was all she had needed to finish it. But now she found herself on the ground, restrained. Captured. Her vengeance lost. Her mind couldn't process what had happened quickly enough to do more than try to throw her captor off. "Kiera! Enough!" Amris growled, and let the force of his power feed the growl. The sound told her simply that he would not hurt her ... unless she forced him to. She was strong and she was a Hunter, but he was a Master of the Pack, and his will would be obeyed. "Enough, I said! Heed my words, Huntress!" Kiera fought valiantly until the words registered. They were not the condemnation she expected. Confusion clouded her mind but the hesitation had cleared her vision, and now she could clearly see who it was that had stopped her. "Master Amris?" She recognized him as he sat on top of her. His features were well known to most of the she-wolves in the area. He had even visited her Pack's territory last month. He was a strong Pack Master, and though he was still without a mate, it was rumoured his visit to her camp had been in search of a bitch worthy of him. Kiera could not explain why such thoughts came upon her now, but she couldn't deny them as he sat astride her. The recognition only confused her. What was the Grey Pack Master doing here?And why had he interfered with her kill? She went very still under him, trying to sort out what had just happened. Had she intruded on his territory unknowing? No, she had been careful of that at least. "What are you doing here? This is not your concern."
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Her mind took a different turn. Did he seek to start a war between the Packs by causing Adric's death? No, that wasn't Amris' style. If he wanted a war he would have used a more direct approach. Her anger renewed at having been interrupted for any reason less than her own death. "It is my concern." Amris' tone brooked no argument. "You know me. You know my position and my authority." He looked into her eyes, forcing her to obey his will. "Stand down, Kiera. Now." His words had started to filter through, and he saw the edge of madness recede from her eyes. He shifted his own weight so he was not pressing her down, but he was prepared to respond if she disobeyed him. Had any other commanded her to stand down, Kiera would have scoffed and finished the job anyway. Amris was different. There was a grudging respect for the Pack Master that held her in check. She had witnessed him dispatch a rogue Pack mate without qualm and his keen mind made him a strategist whose advice was sought by other Leaders and Masters far and wide. None of which boded well for her in her current position. Still, she was unable to hold back a snarl at the command. Kiera slipped out from under him in a flash the moment she was released, rolling into a crouch. She noticed at once that he had placed himself between her and her prey. Holding herself ready to spring, her gaze met Amris' own, their eyes locking on each other; measuring and gauging each other's power. Though she respected him, she did not fear him and it showed. She was not eager to try her skill against his, certain
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she would be handed her ass on a silver platter, but that didn't mean she had to back down either. "A life for a life." She quoted The Code quietly, the menace in her tone not aimed at him but at the human he protected from her. Both Lycan were still squaring off against each other. Neither wanting to strike first, but both aware that blood would have to be spilled soon. Their goals were in opposition, and both knew they would have to fight the other to achieve them. Kiera's legs coiled under her and her claws extended. Amris shifted almost instantly to his hybrid form. It was more suited to blood combat since he could use his wolfen jaws and claws, but had the advantages of human balance. With his shifting complete Amris readied for the swift furious attack that he knew was coming. The irony of the moment was not lost on him. He had come this night to collect her as a mate, and now he would have to hurt, or even kill her, just to protect himself. It was not, in his opinion, the best way to start a relationship. A split second before Kiera would have sprung the voice of her prey stopped them both. "Keep her away!" The man she had attacked was struggling to his knees, his hand clutching at the side of his neck trying to stem the steady flow of his life's blood. The brief minutes that Amris and Kiera had used in their own confrontation had given the assassin a chance to regain as much of his composure as was possible. Now he was arguing for his life. "I'm supposed to be immune! I was promised!" [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 2 Kiera's shock at the killer's declaration of immunity was as great as Amris'. Neither of them had ever heard of such a thing. Though Kiera was still trying to rationalize Amris' presence, she was the first to ask the important question. "Who gave you immunity?" The human staggered to his knees. His uninjured hand was clapped over the wound on his shoulder, and his broken arm hung limply along his side. "Amris Grey. He was the guy that hired me to make the hit. He's the one who said I would be safe and no one would dare hunt me against his word. He's supposed to be some high lord or something." If he thought hearing this killer had been granted immunity was shocking, to hear his own name from the killer's lips was even worse. His eyes widened at his name coming from the hunter's mouth and his jaw dropped slightly. It was a good thing he was facing Kiera at the time, for he knew she would see his surprise as genuine. Kiera's brow quirked at the use of Amris' name and the response it invoked in the Pack Master. Of all the things she knew about Master Amris, never had she heard it be said he was that good of an actor. She was certain Amris' reaction was genuine, though it did little to satisfy her curiosity about his timely arrival. After all, if he wasn't involved with the killer, then what was he doing here in the first place? Spinning about, the Pack Master moved on the man, closing on him in an instant. Amris was a blur, even to Kiera's
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heightened senses. She remained poised on the balls of her feet, ready to act at a moment's notice. "And this Amris? You would know him again?" His hands closed on the man's shoulders and the killer winced from the shock of pain as Amris' fingers dug into him. She understood the game Amris was playing with the hunter. She also understood Amris' need to learn more about who was really behind the death of her brother. It had just never occurred to her to look deeper than the hunter himself, her fury and anguish were too great for that kind of coherent thought. Fortunately, Amris was thinking for them both. The killer's eyes were on Amris' own and the man nodded in head in fear even as he crumpled under the Lycan's grip. "Yes! I know him! I'll even take you to where we met and where he paid me!" Amris considered the man's words carefully. He would take great joy in learning more about the use of his name in Adric's death. What had seemed an absurd ignorance of The Code had suddenly become something larger and infinitely moresinister. Instead of a simple Hunt Mark there were other, more important aspects of this matter to consider now. How had his name ended up on the lips of Adric's killer for instance? "The hunt is yours, Kiera, as is the prize, and your vengeance." Amris' eyes never left those of the slayer of Kiera's kin. "What say you? Does he die here and now? Or do we follow him to where this Amris Grey paid for your brother's life?" "He lives ... for now." Kiera responded with a low growl. She wouldn't give the killer a full reprieve. He was hardly
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blameless in the matter, but there was a chance he could give them more than just his blood. With slow, measured steps she moved up to Amris' side, her hands clenching at her sides to keep from ripping the assassin's head off. "Show us." The man backed away from them. It was a brave man who stood up against one werewolf, or even had the courage to slay one. But only a fool stood against two angered Lycan without displaying a hint of fear. And for all his qualities, or lack thereof, the man was no fool. "I met him in New Albany." He was still speaking when the wind suddenly shifted. Kiera and Amris both caught the new scent in the air at almost the exact same time. They were not alone ... or at least they had not been. "Do not kill him." Amris ordered the Huntress as he left her side and moved stealthily in the direction of the lingering scent. He hoped she did not miss the message of trust he was sending her because she could ignore his command and slay the man easily, and Amris would not be able to prevent it this time. But he counted on her intelligence and her wit to defeat her animal desires. Amris shifted forms to his lupine aspect. The large black wolf crouched at the tree line, sniffing for signs and scents and trying to find the Lycan that he suspected was still hidden there. It did not take long for him to recognize the signs and he cursed at his own foolishness. He should have expected something like this, but he had been too focused on rescuing Kiera. Snuffing the ground, he was certain that a Lycan had been in hiding in that very spot and had already left to alert Fenris and the rest of Kiera's Pack.
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Kiera closed her eyes and focused on the mixture of scents in the air. She forced aside the stink of fear and tang of blood coming from the human. The masculine musk emanating from the Pack Master filled her nostrils and made her heady. It was more difficult to ignore his scent than the others, since his scent was so powerful. It made her think of sexual release, and sexual abandon. Mixed with the scent of her own adrenaline and sweat, she couldn't help but wonder at combining the two more physically. She had to shake herself mentally to keep her mind from straying. Her purpose was to identify the Lycan witness, if possible, and if it had been one of the Lunatier Pack, her very life would depend on her figuring it out quickly. Finally she was able to sort out the individual scent of the spy. "Anton." She said quietly, identifying Fenris' youngest pup. Anton had just reached majority and was considered an adult, two moon cycles ago. A sound to her left snapped her eyes open and she spotted the human trying to ease away from the two distracted werewolves. He had made it several steps away from her and was turning to run when she pounced. Tackling him to the ground, she sat on his back even as he tried to catch his breath. She was actually proud of her self control and that she was only restraining him without adding additional damage to his weakening body. She had to keep her claws and fangs as far from him as possible though. The urge to shred him from back to front was almost more than she could resist. Even just thinking of doing precisely that allowed her control to slip a notch and she licked her lips in anticipation.
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"You have been betrayed." Amris said when he returned to her side, plainly ignoring the human beneath her. Now he began to understand more of why Fenris had his Hunters in the woods not far away. When she had left on her hunt, he had probably sent a single Hunter out after her. The Hunter would watch, and report on whether or not she broke with the Pack Order. And once she had been witnessed in breach of the law, they would descend on her and seek out their retribution. Amris' words penetrated her killing lust and Kiera looked up at him. "Had you expected any differently? I am hunted by my own Pack. Surely you know that already. Is that not why you are here?" Finally given the opportunity to ask the question that had been at the forefront of her mind, she took it. Her tone was matter-of-fact, having accepted and even anticipated becoming prey to the other Hunters. Amris did not reply immediately. There was more happening here than he had anticipated, and it all seemed to revolve around Kiera. It was her brother that had been slain. It was her uncle who now led her Pack, but seemed determined to have her eliminated. He was here only because of her, and the attraction that he had felt for her had only grown with time. Yet, like the eye of a hurricane, she seemed as untouched by the forces moving around her. He stood there a moment in silence wondering at his course of action. As a Pack Leader, Fenris had every right to enforce a code of discipline on his Pack. The Lycan race was an unruly lot that needed the strength of a firm hand by their Alpha to prevent chaos.. His only reason for being there was
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the woman beside him. He had sought her out with the intention of making her his Mistress and offering her a life away from her old Pack.He'd had no intention to come in planning a rescue, or flaunting his own authority by thwarting the Hunt Mark of another Pack. Now here he was considering that very thing, and he knew that time was of the essence. Fenris' spy would not have far to run to bring the Pack down on her. Did he really want to be here when they arrived? Did he really want to be here when she was killed before his eyes? Could he even stand aside and allow that to happen? It wasn't because he was squeamish, but more that he had felt something when he'd first seen her that had haunted him for the last full cycle of the moon. And now that he was with her, it had come flooding back to him with an intensity that surprised him. "I know, Kiera that your Pack will soon be after you. I came to try and prevent that from happening. I failed." He looked down at the human prisoner. "What is your name?" He asked calmly. "Leo. Leo Jarvis." Amris nodded. "Kill him, Kiera. It is your right. He has seen too much and he will only slow us down." It occurred to Amris that Leo had not reacted as a normal human would, to his changing form. There were no screams of shock, no fainting or running from the monster. Leo knew about their kind, and that alone made him a danger regardless of his crimes. Whether tonight, or later, Leo's fate was already decided.
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The man screamed, sputtering protests which were cut off by Kiera's claws nearly severing his head from his body. Her eyes were alight with vengeance, but that light died out even faster than Leo's spark of life. It wasn't enough. The hollowness within her remained. She hung her head for a moment, expecting the death of Adric's killer to free her from the pain of his loss. It didn't. She had begun to hope that her vengeance would somehow ease the dull ache in her heart, but the emptiness she felt in her soul remained. Adric was still dead, and she felt a sudden weight on her heart when she finally understood that nothing she did would ever bring him back. Something Master Amris had said suddenly sank in and forced her to focus on the present. "Us?" She glanced up at him as she ran her claws down the back of the body, removing his clothes in order to give her a pallet for the next piece of her gruesome presentation. "What is your involvement? I would have thought a minor Hunt Mark to be beneath the notice of a Pack Master." As she'd been speaking she'd used her forefinger claw to carve into Leo's back. Rising quickly, she left the glyph symbol of the Hunt Mark as a calling card and hopefully a warning to any who would hunt her. It had been done without a word of warning to Amris, caring little if he thought her a cold blooded killer or a psychopath. If he thought to take her into custody himself, perhaps he would make her death merciful instead of the prolonged agony that awaited her at the hands of her Uncle. She had no doubt Fenris would use her punishment as an example to the others of the Pack and would make it as
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painful as he could. Turning, she faced Amris directly, waiting for his answer. "In my mind, this Hunt Mark is against The Code. Our right of vengeance is primal and cannot be subjected to any law. It is what keeps the fury of the Pack fresh." He ran his fingers through his hair. It seemed she had pressed him nicely about his intentions and he worked his way through the minefield with caution. "Regardless, the target of this particular Hunt is hardly beneath my notice..." He tried to find the words that suddenly were more difficult to find than he had expected they would be. Without his usual finesse, he blurted, "I went to your Pack earlier tonight, to bring you to my side, Kiera. I am without a mate." Kiera was unable to hide the pure shock that slammed into her and without realizing she was doing so, she stepped closer to him wanting to hear more. Her animal features receded and the blood lust within her was replaced with something else. Before she could comment, there was a notable shift within him and she froze, waiting for him to continue. He looked into her eyes. "As my mate, Kiera, I can protect you from your Pack." And then he came to a decision. It was based almost entirely on instinct, but as a Pack Master, Amris lived most of his life trusting his instincts. If he was wrong about her, or his feelings, then he may as well learn it now. It was a dangerous decision, and reckless. But he realized it may well be the only course left open him ... or for her. "But
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my mate must be able trust me, in all things and at all times, and I do not yet think that you do." Amris turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. His neck was open and his jugular in plain view. "If you cannot trust me now," he said, "then strike and kill me. But if you accept me, to aid you and protect you, then you must also accept your role as my Bond-mate. There can be no half measures now, Kiera. I can offer you a life free of the Hunt Mark and your pack, but only if you join my Pack. Bonding with me is a condition of acceptance into the Grey Pack." She moved in front of him and stared up at his closed eyes, and his vulnerable throat. He was so tall and strong, the top of her head just barely reached to his shoulder. The wind played in his shoulder length raven locks, making Kiera want to reach out and run her hands through them. When they opened, his eyes would be a deep chocolate brown, magnetic and hypnotizing. His high cheeks and strong chin made many a single bitch sigh with desire as he walked by. His hard compact body was all muscle, not an ounce of flab. He was every she-wolf's dream and every sire's nightmare. Her bloodied hands cupped his cheeks and she gently lifted his head, straightening it until he his eyes opened and he was looking directly at her. "Trust ... is not something I can give lightly. It is something that develops over time. I do not know you on a level that inspires trust. I respect you, your position and your ability to hold that position without challenge." Her eyes searched his, though what exactly she was looking for, she could not have said if asked. To Bond was a lifetime commitment. If they were to find they were
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completely incompatible, they would both regret the rash decisions made this night. She understood the protection he offered as his mate. The Alpha female of the Grey Pack would be held in higher esteem and protected by the others at all costs. She would be a Mistress. Yet, could she make a decision like Bonding just for the protection he offered? It was as difficult position if there ever was one. But he had said he was going to ask for her, even before learning about the peculiar situation she was in. He had not known of the Hunt Mark before, and now that he did, he was treating it with contempt. What kind of wolf did that? Swallowing to wet her suddenly dry mouth she said. "What you offer goes beyond duty or expectation of a Pack Master." She took a deep breath for courage. "I am not an easy person to live with. I will challenge you when I think you are wrong and have been told I am too headstrong for my own good. I am not a gentle woman and I have a vicious temper. If you think you can live with these faults, Amris, I will accept your offer." It was only right to give him fair warning of what he might be chained to for life. Amris looked down at the small woman standing in front of him. She looked so petite and fragile up close. Her bright blue eyes were flecked with grey, something he hadn't noticed earlier, worshipping her from afar as he had. Her once waist length hair had been cut short as a symbol of her grief. The bob did not even reach her shoulders but framed her delicate features beautifully. "I had intended on bringing you back with me all along, Kiera," he smiled. "As to challenging me, what kind of Pack
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Master would I be if I could not accept a challenge once in a while? Headstrong? I need a mate who will keep my other females in line. If I wanted gentle, I would look for gentle." Then he allowed himself a chuckle. "A vicious temper? Let's let our Pack decide which of us truly has a worse bite." He held her chin between his thumb and forefinger and looked down into the blue eyes that had captured his heart weeks past. "What you call faults, I call character." His hands cupped her face, and he turned her head up to look at him. Her eyes were bright and frightened but she was brave, and her courage touched his heart and made him proud of his choice. He had chosen well. "I accept you, Kiera, as my mate." Character? If that was what Amris called character than Kiera had it in spades. She felt her heart stop at his last declaration. It was a binding between them, much in the same way a verbal contract was among the humans. It connected them in a way that only the most extreme of circumstances or a joint agreement could break. The statement was as much an Oath, or a sworn commitment, that he would accept no other mate but her. It was the first step in a true Bonding of mates to each other and the most frightening words she ever heard. More frightening even, than her own death sentence. Before she could respond to his statement, his mouth was on hers. His hands, that had held her face so gently, now held her head tightly, so she could not escape him. When they touched, his kiss was strong and powerful. His tongue forced her mouth open so he could taste her, and she in turn, him.
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There was no gentle leading into his possession of her; the kiss was so intense from the outset. She opened her mouth for him, not fighting the intrusion of his tongue. Instead her tongue slid along his, tasting him for the first time. His taste was a heady mixture of spices with a hint of untamed wilderness. Her hands dropped from his face to his strong shoulders, gripping him tightly to steady herself. Her world tilted and spun, and she felt her knees go weak. She would have fallen if she hadn't been holding on to him. Suddenly he was the anchor holding her upright. His kiss was a kiss of a promise she hoped to have the chance to realize soon. He reveled in the taste of her on his tongue. He savored her scent; that heady mixture of untamed wild beasts, and the wanton musk of a woman's desire. She filled his senses with her very essence and it gave him strength. When he felt her sag in his grip, her own weakness within his arms gave him a strength he could not have imagined. And still they kissed. His arm moved around her body, so that his hand was at the small of her back. His other hand slid into her hair, threading through it and holding her head against his own; their mouths still locked as one. And still they kissed. His tongue tasted her, and he held his breath with hers as he felt her tongue move over his own as she tasted him. He felt her body tremble against him and he sighed into her mouth. His own desire was increasing beyond his control. And still they kissed.
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The kiss was so powerful they lost themselves in each others' embrace. It was so intense, that they became consumed with each other, losing themselves so totally in the moment that time itself had no meaning. Finally, their lips parted and they stood together panting, catching their breath, their bodies close.Looking into her eyes he saw that the fear which had been there before was gone and had been replaced by something entirely different. Amris smiled. Kiera sighed softly as the kiss broke. Her breathing had turned to panting and she had to hold herself back from diving right back into another kiss. If he could make her weak at the knees with just a kiss, she wondered what he could do in a more intimate setting? It was enough to warm her blood and make her moist with desire. The refusal that had been on the tip of her tongue before, had been changed with that kiss. She would learn to accept dirty socks on the bedroom floor and taking out the garbage herself, as long as he kissed her like that every day. By the moon and stars, it was enough to curl a girl's toes. Her voice was hoarse but she met his eyes steadily. "I accept you, Amris, as my mate." She said, completing the formality with her own Oath of Intent. There would still have to be the formal Bonding Ceremony and celebration of the union by the Pack for the Bonding to be complete. However, by human standards, they were engaged. By Lycan standards, their shared Oaths announced them as a couple before all. Only something drastic could now interfere with their Bonding.It made her head spin, never having considered
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taking on a mate, much less a Pack Master or one as devastating to her senses as Amris. At the Gatherings, he was the center of many a female attention, not only for his position, but for his unconscious grace and sexual appeal. Now, he was hers and she was his. It was enough to boggle the mind. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 3 Rational thought finally seeped through her brain and she cleared her throat. "We should probably move on. The Hunters won't be far behind now that I have been discovered." Though she doubted any would be stupid enough to attack a Pack Master outright, she was not willing to take that chance with her new mate. Her new mate. Would she ever get used to that thought? There was still too much about the entire mystery she didn't understand, though, and they needed to get moving. "I agree." Amris smiled at how quickly Kiera had recognized the coming danger. "But now we have a destination, and a name, to begin our search. If I remember correctly, New Albany is south of where we are now, and will take at least two days to reach. My..." He grinned as he changed what he'd been about to say. "Our ... Pack is to the north, about a day's travel away. Although I would greatly prefer to solve this mystery that surrounds us both now, there is greater safety in the embrace of our Pack. I recommend we move north." There was a very good reason Amris was seemingly offering Kiera a choice. For the sake of their safety, he needed to know if she would seek to find out more about her brother's killer or if she was already prepared to accept his decisions as her new Pack Master and mate. It would not be an easy choice for her, and Amris already understood that. So he stood by, ready to support whichever choice she made.
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Kiera nodded slowly, turning over the options in her mind. While the desire to find the one responsible for Adric's death was foremost in her thoughts, her own survival had to be her first priority. She had been terribly narrow sighted in thinking it would end with the human. Her blood lust had blinded her to reason and critical thought. Now that she had the time to think she realized there would have been no reason for a human to choose Adric as a target at random. The killer had to have been working under the directive of another. She was also sure the Hunters were gaining ground even now and she had to concede Amris had a point about safety in numbers. "Where are you parked? I'm about two miles east on Harriman. That runs right into Interstate-240 which we can take north. You can pick up your ride and meet me at the corner of Harriman and 12th, we hop the interstate and we're on our way. How does that sound?" She forced herself to step back from him. As good as his body felt against hers, he was far too distracting for her to think straight without tremendous effort. Amris smiled. "I ride a souped up Ninja. Its a few miles away, north of your ride but I know where Harriman is. My Pack is very familiar with the downtown. Okay, it's a good plan." Then he stuck out his hand. "Now, give me your shirt." Kiera had been grinning when he told her what he rode, knowing her Harley could take his Ninja any day. A competitive gleam had come into her eye and she was about to comment until he made his request for her clothes. "Excuse me?" She blinked, uncertain if she had heard him correctly. His outstretched hand verified she had. There had
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to be a reason. Not wanting to waste any more time, she slid the black, leather jacket off her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground behind her. He could understand her reluctance to strip and give him her top, but he was already explaining as she undressed. "I need a blind to lead them on, Kiera. They won't be familiar with my scent, but they'll know yours. We'll lead them out of here a fair distance, then split up. Since I have your shirt, with some of his blood on it, it should make a lure they can't ignore." Kiera had to admit, it made sense. They were creatures that lived and died by their senses, and their sense of smell was one of their most practiced. It would be to their advantage to lay a false trail. She wasn't a modest person, usually, but stripping in front of her soon-to-be mate for the first time, made her motions sharp and jerky. Gripping her tshirt by the bottom, she flipped it over her head and tossed it at Amris. Then snatched up her jacket, slipping her arms into the sleeves even before the shirt had even landed across his fingers. He tried to be calm and casual when she was topless in front of him, but her body was so lean and strong, and her breasts were just so damned perfect, he couldn't help but smile. "You're beautiful, Kiera." He caught her t-shirt in his hand and while she zipped her jacket up over her naked torso, Amris dabbed her tee in Jarvis' blood, then tied it around his arm at the shoulder. He also flipped though Jarvis' pants, taking his wallet and
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emptying out the dead man's pockets. After all, there might be something there that would give them a clue for later. "Let's go." Kiera ducked her head, still embarrassed at the compliment. Turning with him they moved back into the tree line. After several steps she reached out, catching his hand in her own. "Thank you. You didn't have to put yourself on the line for me and I appreciate it. I just hope I can live up to your standards and make you proud." Amris smiled down at her. "Kiera, you don't need to thank me." With her chin held gently between his thumb and forefingers he looked into her eyes. "I was coming for you anyway. And if I can't protect you from this little obstacle, then how could I protect you from anything else we may face?" He grinned, trying to keep his voice as reassuring as possible. "This is almost perfect, actually ... perhaps we were fated to meet this challenge together. If that is so, I have no doubt you will make us both proud. Now, let's be on our way." They began running then, lightly but with a steady, swift stride, and though they were not aware of it, they moved in unison through the small copse of trees along the highway as if they had been running together forever. As they ran, Amris enjoyed the view of his betrothed beside him. She ran smoothly and effortlessly. The muscles in her body flowed like a well oiled machine, and he delighted in the way her thighs and buttocks moved as she ran. Even the motion of her breasts beneath the leather jacket made him want to forgo the run and just take her to the ground and truly make her
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his. She was a vision of desire and he had to fight both the influence of the moon and their recent kiss to keep the vision of her from overwhelming him. It surprised Kiera how easily they fell into step with each other. It was as if they had been made for each other. Amris moved so fluidly it was everything she could do to keep running and not just stop and stare. His unconscious grace pulled the eye, distracting her from the path. She had no doubt if he chose, he could have left her in the dust, yet he remained by her side. A playful gleam came into her eye and she considered pouncing on him, wanting to feel those muscles against her once again, even for a little rough play. But this was not the time or the place. Soon though, she promised herself, soon I will know the feel of him in all ways. After a short time they reached a small stream. No more than fifteen feet across, the banks were short and dipped into the fast moving water. They stopped almost as one and nodded together. "This is the place." Amris said. "You can move through the water, head south towards your bike, and I'll meet you at Harriman and 12th." He pulled her close to him for just a moment for a quick kiss before releasing her. Though much shorter than their first kiss, it was not lacking in intensity or barely restrained desire. "Be careful, Kiera. Trust no one until I meet you." It took a huge effort for Amris to release her. He knew they must separate, and that his plan was a good one. But the thought of her being alone and unprotected, while the Hunt Mark was on her, suddenly seemed unbearable.
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Kiera smiled up into Amris' face. His hesitation and reluctance to release her spoke volumes more than his words did. "I'll be fine." She felt so safe and secure in his arms, feeling as if she had found her home after so long of wandering lost. If asked a week ago, she would have said she was complete on her own. Yet, in that moment she understood how much she had been missing out on, never realizing it. Always a loner, she had let so few people get close and now most of those were dead. Amris had found a way past her defenses with an ease that was as frightening as it was exhilarating. "I'm a big girl." Her smile softened at the look in his eyes. "Just hurry." She rose up on her toes, her lips brushing his one more time before she turned and dashed off in the direction of her bike. He waited until she'd vanished into the night, then Amris moved in the opposite direction, crossed the bank at the opposite shore, and ran off into the shadows of the tree line. With luck, their followers would pick up his scent almost immediately and Kiera would be safe. **** Kiera zipped up the leather jacket to her neck, counting on the material to keep her scent trapped within and dispersing very little for the Hunters to pick up on. Her path through the trees was less than direct, zig-zagging her way to the road. Though she encountered no one, she had not let down her guard by the time she reached her baby, waiting patiently under a street light. Her nerves were screaming for her to
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just hop on and get the hell out of there, though one would never know it by looking at her calm demeanor as she jogged up to the bike. Stopping next to it she took a slow look around. There was no sign of danger yet. The wind was still, giving her no indication of what may be coming or how close. That could work in her favor too, throwing the Hunters off the real track. Once she was as satisfied as she could be that the coast was clear, she grabbed her helmet and jumped on the bike. The XL1200C Sportster rumbled to life under her, her helmet held by the strap loosely in one hand while she steered away from the curb with the other. If anyone leapt at her from the darkness, she was not above swinging the helmet like a mace in her own defense. The saddlebags were bulging to the point they would almost not close properly. A large back pack strapped to the backrest of the bike was just as full. She had come on this hunt with the knowledge and understanding that once it was complete, she could not return to her home. Fenris had made it very clear the repercussions that faced her should she defy him. Now, her sole possessions were the ones she carried with her, the rest were to be divided among the rest of her former Pack. She would have been a lone wolf, marked and shunned by her own kind. But now, with a kiss and a promise, all of that had changed. Slowly, her eyes scanning the side of the road for any sign of disturbance, she made her way to the appointed meeting spot. The idling engine was the only sound in the near deafening silence. Even the insects had ceased calling to each other. It only made her more nervous as the seconds ticked
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by. It occurred to her how easy it would be for Amris to leave her a sitting duck for the Hunters. Out in the open, she had no cover. Though her bike would be hard to catch, it couldn't outrun a bullet. No. Amris knew the meaning of honor. He had given his word he would protect her. Another engine was approaching, making her tense until she caught sight of him. Recognizing Amris' familiar form stretched over the crotch rocket, she remembered to breathe, unaware she had stopped until that moment. **** Once he began moving away from Kiera, Amris' thoughts turned to the pursuit that was most likely developing behind him. He would have to run an erratic course as much as possible, to waste the Hunters' time, and to confuse them as to his final destination. The only way to do that, and still be able to meet up with Kiera, would be to change. But he was suddenly leery of doing that. If he changed, if he allowed the power of the recent full moon to fill him, he would have to fight to control the other impulses he was feeling. About her. He sighed and shook his head. Kiera was counting on him to do his part and now was hardly the time to second guess his own strength. The decision made, he took a deep breath, stripped off his shirt and tied it to his waist. Then, he shifted, his form gaining in strength and bulk, and his thick, black coat camouflaging nicely with the shadows and the night. Then he was moving again. The stars were brighter. The Moon, that blessed disc, shone in the sky like a beacon, urging him onward, filling him
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with its radiance and its energy and imbuing him with a sense of invincibility. He was a Pack Master! He heard the skittering of small creatures in the wood around him. He smelled the leaves in the trees, and the strong heady scent of the wild. He was a Pack Master! He felt the fear in the creatures around him when they realized what had come into their woods and he almost laughed at their terror. He was a killer, and a Hunter, and he was the greatest of his Pack. He was a Pack Master! Filled with the energy the moon had given him, he began running. It was a circuitous route that would confuse and annoy any pursuers, and Amris was pleased that he had thought of it. After twenty minutes of running, he paused to catch his breath, and that was when he made his mistake. A pair of Lunatier hunters had been running behind him, strong on Kiera's scent, and they were more than a little angry at being duped. They hadn't even known that Kiera had a sire, but they were certain he would know where to find her, even if they had to beat it out of him. The first one would have landed square in the center of his back if Amris had not become aware of the danger at the last second and turned to meet it. Amris realized then just how tired he was. He hadn't even sensed their approach, so intent was he on leaving the false trail. It was a foolish mistake, and he now had to make sure it did not cost him his life. As the second Lycan leapt through the air at him, Amris twisted, shifting into his hybrid form, and catching his attacker's throat in his outstretched hand. Even as he began to fall, Amris continued twisting his body so that he landed on
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top of this second attacker. He smiled grimly when he heard the air rush out of the hunter's lungs. He felt the Lycan's teeth close around his wrist, and saw his blood fly through the air. The hunter at his legs leapt up, ready to slash. Amris kicked out hard, catching the Lycan in the stomach and hurling him into a nearby tree. The melee quickly devolved into a flurry of claws and teeth, but even outnumbered, the Pack Master's speed and strength were more than capable of dealing with two underage pups. One wolf's neck snapped, the sound like a gunshot in the woods, and his partner withdrew quickly from Amris' reach. The smell of blood hung in the air. Amris' own wounds were bleeding steadily, but his attacker was much worse off. One arm hung limply to his side, broken just below the shoulder. He was already favoring one leg, and Amris could smell the overwhelming taint of fear coming off the youngster "Who are you?" He asked. "Why are you helping Kiera? She's nothing!" Amris shook his head and pounced. His arm came down like a shadowed blur, cutting across his opponent's throat, killing him before he could even prevent the blow. "You are wrong." He was panting now, suddenly tired and drained of energy, standing over the body of his slain enemy. "She is everything." He picked up Kiera's shirt from where it had fallen during the struggle and dabbed at his wounds with it. His own healing would soon have the minor cuts and slashes healed
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over, but he needed to staunch them before they bled too much. Suddenly he began to feel light-headed. The scent of her, mixed with the blood of her kill, his two kills, and his own blood, filled his nostrils and he sighed with the sheer pleasure of the sensation. Her scent was still strong on her shirt and he pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply. He breathed it in again, and his mind was filled with the scent of her, and his blood boiled at the taste of her kiss. He could see her in his mind, moving around him ... dancing, her body lithe and powerful. And his blood, the rich, thick scent of his own blood, added to her scent, blended and mingled together, making the whole of her being so much stronger. He kept her shirt under his nose and breathed deeply. Over and over again, he inhaled the essence of their union from her clothing, until she was all that he could sense, and all that he desired. Her very being had become like a drug to him, and he felt the need forming within his blood. He had to have her! His senses were overwhelmed by her scent, and his mind was filled with the vision of her as she had run beside him. Her hair in the wind, her smile, her eyes, her hips ... her naked breasts... He fell to his knees and tilted his head back. His eyes went to the brightness of the almost full moon above him, and he soaked in the energy that golden disc fed him, growing stronger with each second. Two nights ago he had reveled with his Pack under its brilliant fullness. He had watched the others play, and mate, and simply enjoy what it was to be a wolf, and he'd felt the
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ache of loneliness. He needed someone at his side. Someone he could share special times with, and in that moment he vowed he would not spend another full moon without a mate. His mate. His Kiera. He had been unable to get her out of his mind. Unable to picture anyone else by his side when he thought of a mate. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get her out of his blood. Even now, staring up at the near full moon, Kiera filled his blood and his heart, and as he recovered his strength, he felt empty and alone without her. Because it was waning, the effect of the moon was not as strong as it could have been. But the demands of his body became uncontrollable and the animal side of him struggled for dominance. He called for her, howling into the night. He needed her to come to him; to be with him. It was a sound of desire and need and it flew through the woods, sending all the creatures that heard it running for shelter. He howled again, and again. He felt the Fever coming on him, and he struggled in vain to control it. The scent of blood combined with the scent of the woman, his woman, merged with the pain of his own wounds and became a beacon in his soul to the ever lurking animal instinct waiting to pounce. She was not coming. She had not answered his call and he tore at a nearby tree in frustration, the bark flying from his claws. Where was she? Why did she not answer? His mind fought for the answer and he howled again in frustration. She should have come to him when he called her! Then he remembered. She was waiting for him ... she was ... waiting ... for him ... to help her...
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He shifted. He was in his human form now, and he forced his brain to clear of the feverish fog that was forming. But he couldn't. Her scent was rich now in his brain, and it was as much a part of him now as the blood that flowed through his veins. She was waiting for him. Amris shook his head. He forced himself to think. He had to regain control. He had to act. The Fever was on him now. He knew the taste of it. But he could not let it control him. He was a Pack Master. He would control the Fever. But he needed to get to her soon, before the Fever made a lie of that thought. He threw her shirt from him, hurling it up into the tree branches far above him then he turned and ran for his bike. **** It had been the longest eight minutes and twelve seconds that he could remember, but he had made the four miles to meet her without further incident. He dismounted from his bike, and stalked towards her like the natural Hunter he was. Even in the city, with its' tainted odors and its' smell of fuel and ozone and garbage, her presence filled him. He saw her eyes widen when he came at her, his wounds obvious and his chest bare. His shirt was still tied around his waist, leaving him exposed in all his powerful glory. His eyes were blazing and before she could stop him, his hands had closed about her waist and he had carried her backward, pressing her against the brick wall behind her. At first Kiera thought she had done something to anger him. Amris' expression as he reached for her was darker,
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more intense than she had ever seen before. Power radiated from him, catching her in his snare before he even touched her. Her instincts sounded a warning but he was on her before she could react to it. His mouth closed on her throat, and he breathed in the scent of her, filling himself with her being, while visibly struggling to remain in control. "Kiera ... my mate ... the Fever..." His voice hoarse and full of need. A yip escaped her lips when his hands fastened around her and her startled eyes searched his face for a meaning to his actions. His skin was hot to the touch, searing her through the thick leather jacket. His normally deep brown eyes were rimmed in a blood red, and she gasped when she recognized the Fever. Just his touch had seemed to melt through her skin and set her blood seething and though she knew they couldn't stop to deal with it now, she found herself suddenly wanting him. She was responding to his need with a feverish need of her own. His lips set off a chain reaction within her that had her squirming against him. Not in any effort to escape him but out of the sheer desire to be closer. It was a dizzying and heady experience to be captured so completely and she relished the feeling of his body holding her against the wall. She could all too easily give in to the contagion of the Fever. His scent surrounded her. Invaded her. Amris' very essence was seeping into her pores until it mixed with her own making an intoxicating aroma that threatened to carry her away from all sanity and reason.
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An Alpha male was difficult to resist when the Fever was upon him. A Pack Master, damn near impossible. Kiera breathed shallowly through her mouth struggling to force control to her rebellious mind and body. Every fiber of her being screamed to submit to her mate, yet to do so would mean certain death for one if not both of them. Gripping his face between her hands, she wrenched his mouth from her skin and forced him to look at her. "Amris!" She shook him lightly. "Amris! Not here. Not now. If they find us now, they will kill me. The Ceremony has not been completed. Our betrothal will mean nothing if I am dead. You will still be without a mate. We have to go. Now!" It was a hopeful shot in the dark that had her appealing to his sense of honor and offer of protection. She was not concerned about her own death, having accepted it when she chose to hunt her brother's killer. Amris, however, deserved better than to have his chosen mate ripped from his arms when they were both too preoccupied with each other to hear or sense the coming of the Hunters. Kiera was counting on his intense need to keep her safe. Amris had already gone to great lengths to protect her and she could only pray reminding him of the danger they were in would help him find the strength to remain in control. Her mind worked furiously, knowing the Fever could not be put off forever. It had to be fed and sated before Amris would find peace again. Yet the Hunters were close; his own wounds, shallow as they were, evidence of just how close. "An hour. We ride for one hour then we can stop." An hour would put nearly a hundred miles between them and the
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Chapter 4 "An hour...?" Amris forced himself to remain rational, but the force of the moon was acting upon him, and it was a powerful element of their very being. He felt his hand shifting, and he felt the rest of his body beginning to change. She wanted to wait, but the Fever had other plans. Amris could feel it coiling itself within him. It would not be denied! Amris forced it back down. He was in charge, not the Fever. Him! He released her from his grip and pushed her roughly away. He could not harm her, nor would he force her to submit. She was right, and the still functioning part of his mind knew that she was right. He ... they ... could not enjoy the essence of the Fever as long as the Hunters were close. Within him the essence of the Fever recoiled, almost as if it were a living thing. It would not be denied, but for now, it would wait. With Kiera safely behind him, and out of the way, Amris punched the wall, the brick splintering under his blow. He punched it again with his other fist, and the brick cracked and turned to powder. His claws tore at the bricks, and the blood from his fingers and hands soon smeared the brickwork. He hurt now, but it was a different pain. It was a pain that his conscious, rational mind could focus on to keep the Fever from taking over. His head was slumped forward and his eyes were closed, but his control was returning. He had inflicted the pain on himself as a means of focusing his thoughts away from the
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Fever. While his body was in the process of healing, the Fever would be abated. But once he was healed ... well, the Fever could never be denied fully. "Go to my bike, Kiera, and tear open the gas tank. Cover the ground here with gasoline. We need to cover the scent. When you're done ... you'll have to drive ... I can't." He turned his head and looked into her eyes, the red lining of his orbs brilliant in the night. "I'll try to give you your hour ... but hurry." Kiera watched in stunned silence. As with any power, there was a price. Among their kind, the Fever was one of the more demanding prices they paid. The more powerful the wolf, the stronger the effects of the Fever, it was a simple fact understood by those of the Pack. It was a measure of the man that not only the Fever was so strong within Amris, but that he was able to control it at all. She had seen younger wolves who had been touched by the Fever for the first time, lose all sense and slip into a type of madness. She had also heard tell of horrible things that Lycans did when the Fever struck them. Amris seemed to be in control now, but how much longer could he hold it back? His order spurred her into action though she didn't follow them quite to the letter. Loathe to ruin his sleek machine, she could not bring herself to tear into the gas tank. Though obviously they could not take it with them, someone might be able to come back for it later. She dashed back to her own bike, unsnapped the backpack and snatched out the insulated thermos sitting on top. Haste was making her clumsy and the top flew off followed by the stopper. "I kept an emergency
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stash in case there wasn't a gas station around when I needed one." She explained dumping the contents on the ground at his feet. The strong odor of gasoline assailed them both. It had been reckless and probably stupid by anyone else's standards to carry gas around in her back pack, but Kiera had reasoned that if the Hunters caught her, she was dead anyway. It would be more merciful to go up in a fireball, than anything they would do to her once she was in their collective grasp. With the ground around them covered in the fuel, she turned her attention back to Amris. By the stars and moon, what had she gotten herself into? Standing there barechested, his eyes blazing with something that went beyond mere desire or lust, he emanated everything dark and sinister, but also so desirable, about their race. It was a primal need burning him up from the inside out and she could see his struggle to keep it at bay, to keep her safe. Moonlight glistened off the fine sheen of sweat that coated his body, giving him a near ethereal glow. He made her think of an avenging angel having just come to earth, and he was hers. More than anything, she wanted to sink into his arms and give him what he so desperately needed. Cursing Fate that she could not, she held herself back only through a tremendous willpower. The reality of it hit her in that moment, stealing her breath. He was magnificent in so many ways ... and he was hers. He was hers. It was almost more than she could process.
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Not now! Brutally she shoved her thoughts into a quiet corner of her mind to be dealt with later. Time was of the essence in more ways than one. The Hunters were even now searching for her and she had one hour to get them as far from them as she could. "Hop on." Her voice was husky as she turned back to her bike, holding it steady for him to mount behind her. He chuckled deep in his chest, and although the voice that answered her was tinged with humor, there was no hiding the dark need beneath it. "Nice ... choice of words." Slipping onto the seat behind her, he sat erect and placed his hands on the small shoulders in front of him. "Go." The moment he gave the order, Kiera hit the ignition and pulled them away from the curb. She cranked the engine as much as she dared while still in town, then they flew through the quiet streets and onto the interstate. Kiera had no idea how long Amris would be able to contain the Fever, and she worried an hour was pushing her luck. Instinctively she doubted they would have that much time. Amris closed his eyes and focused on the pain in his hands, both thankful that his natural healing would absolve him of those injuries, but also cursing the speed with which it was taking place. At least with the wind whipping past him like it was, he didn't have time to take in her scent. Even thinking about her drove his mind into those other corners. The dark corners the Fever held as its own, filled with the memories of her naked body, both real and imagined. His red eyes were filled with torturous images of her lying beneath
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him calling out his name ... over and over ... of her lips on his skin ... of her mouth ... the taste of her tongue... His healing had worked too quickly. Even now, his hands only looked like he had scraped the knuckles on a washboard instead of being used to pound brick into dust. Shit, he thought, as exciting and desirable as she was to him right now, causing an accident at high speed by allowing the Fever to take over would not do either of them any good. He knew what he would have to do, and the part of his brain that was filled with the Fever was actually egging him on; if he would deny it its' sexual release, then it would feed on other, different yet no less intense, sensations. Fuck, this is going to hurt, he thought. He took his left hand from her shoulder, before that other part of his mind seized control and got them killed. With his right hand still on her shoulder, he lowered his left hand to the exhaust pipe on the left side of the bike. He could feel the heat from the exhaust, even before he placed his hand on the bare metal. He'd wanted the pain to drown out the Fever. In that, he was eminently successful as that part of his mind immediately withdrew from the sensations he was flooding it with. Kiera didn't need any distractions while she drove, so he bit his lip through the pain and agony of the burning, then raised his hand and rested it in his lap. This is going to be bad, he thought silently to himself. The Fever could be postponed, and through his actions he was making sure Kiera escaped her pursuers, but when the Fever came back on him it would be stronger, more demanding than ever, and he hoped Kiera would be strong enough for him.
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The second they hit the open road, Kiera opened it up, pegging the speedometer. It took her a few minutes to adjust to the extra weight on her bike, almost losing it when his weight shifted to the side even the slight bit that it did. She wanted to turn around and see what he was doing, feeling only one of his hands on her. Yet she couldn't afford to take her eyes off the road. Not at this speed. She would kill them both. Once she settled in and became comfortable, it hit her. The heat of his body pressed against her back seeping through the leather, warming more than just her skin. Her breasts became heavy and sensitive. Fortunately the padded seat absorbed most of the vibration of the bike, and she was able to avoid the ride becoming truly uncomfortable. Even so, she found herself looking at the signs for each exit for hotel accommodations before they had even gone thirty miles. With Amris behind her, she was not troubled with his scent distracting her yet by the time they reached sixty miles from town, she was considering simply pulling over on the side of the road and letting the Fever take them both right there. Even though his hand had never trailed from her shoulder, she was acutely aware of Amris' nearness. His hard length had been pressed against her bottom, courtesy of the small seat and every movement, bump or jostle forced him to rub himself along her back. It had become more than a little distracting to her. Reaching the eighty mile mark, Kiera could no longer stand it. She took the next exit that showed any promise of lodging. The promised hotel was closed for renovations, though, much
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to Kiera's chagrin. Not trusting herself on the interstate any longer, Kiera just kept going along the smaller state road. There was less traffic and her increasingly erratic driving wasn't quite as obvious since she had been forced to reduce their speed. It had been forty-five minutes since they departed and Kiera didn't think she could make it another fifteen. She could only imagine the hell Amris was going through. Even though his hand was delaying the Fever's grip and control, it had not eliminated it. His nearness to Kiera alone was keeping him on the edge of his need and with her body pressed against his; it wasn't long before he responded to her closeness, and then his torture began. Every bump, every twist, every motion of the bike that forced their bodies to glide together fed the needs and urges of the Fever. He had been able to restrain its' desire to a point, but now he felt his strength ebbing. And the Fever somehow sensed it. This one was going to be bad. Amris didn't know how much time had passed since they had started their flight, but his hand had already finished healing from the burn. He knew he could not risk placing his hand on that pipe again. It wasn't cowardice as much as the knowledge that the Fever needed to be fed soon, or he could kill her later when it was finally freed. It had to be now. "Turn here..." His voice was hoarse and he pointed at the dark farmhouse on their left. "The barn ... the field ... fuck, Kiera, even that ditch ... hurry ... I can't..." And then he had to be silent, because even the simple act of speaking was
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drawing too much of his attention from holding the Fever down. Obediently Kiera turned into the gravel driveway of the farmhouse. There was a for sale sign which had fallen over in the yard. The place felt abandoned, no fresh scents of residents to be detected. The house was closer than the barn, which made it her destination. She was still consciously aware they were being hunted and pulled to the side of the house, hiding the bike from any who might be traveling the roadway. Killing the engine she slid off the vehicle before turning to look at him. He looked tortured, and marvelous. God but she wanted him. She waited for him to dismount before she asked. "Are you alright?" He couldn't speak. Now that they were stopped, the boiling of his blood was more intense than he had ever known. In response to her question, he moved toward her and gathered her up into his arms. She barely had time to gasp and take in a breath before his mouth was on hers. He tasted her once again but this time it was not enough. He wanted more. He needed more. With one arm behind her back to keep her from fleeing, his other hand unzipped her jacket and then slid underneath it to glide over her bare chest. Kiera had never seen such intense desire as she did when his eyes met hers. The Fever was so strong in him she realized there was no way they were actually going to make it into the house. Instead she took a half step to meet him, fleeing him being the very last thing on her mind. Her body broke out in a fine sheen of sweat, trembling with need as his
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mouth took hers. At the touch of his lips, she forgot about trying to get into the house. Forgot the danger they were in. She forgot everything except the consuming need to have him. The Fever roiled and roared. It had the male, and it would have the female. When they touched, the heat of his skin warmed her. When they kissed, the heat of his need fed her. As his hands moved across her skin, the Fever danced and delighted in the contact. And almost like a living thing, the Fever wrapped itself around them, bound them and began to feed. His rough, impatient hands on her skin only fueled her need, driving her wild in his arms. She kissed him with a passion that very nearly matched his own, moaning against his mouth when his fingers closed around her tight, waiting nipple. She was already wet and ready for him; his touch on her flesh only made her moan for more. Gently she nipped the tip of his tongue as it squirmed through her lips, showing him her willingness and her desire the only way she could, considering how handily he had trapped her against him. He had made it to the steps of the farmhouse carrying her in his arms, but he couldn't wait any longer. Amris released her only long enough to kick off his shoes and start forcing his jeans to the ground. Once freed, Kiera turned to the door to try and get inside only to find it locked. She turned to tell him they couldn't get inside, but he didn't seem to care as he forced her against the closed door.
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His mouth was at her throat, and his teeth were nipping at her flesh. His hands went to her jeans and in seconds they were undone and pushed down over her hips. He slammed his body against hers, pressing her against the wooden door as he desperately sought entrance into her sex. Amris' hands slid over her body, and he could feel her skin tingle at his touch as the Fever took total control of them both. The frenzy would drive them both until it had burned itself out. Neither was able to acknowledge the danger they were in, to themselves and each other. He pulled one leg free of her jeans, hooking her knee under his arm, and that was enough to open her sex to his need. He did not know if she was prepared to receive him and part of his brain told him he should slow down, but all he really saw was the red haze of the Fever that would not be denied. With one mighty thrust he drove himself into her, lifting her off the porch and slamming her against the locked door, and he thanked the moon her body accepted his easily. Kiera gasped, the air rushing out of her by the force of his entrance. She felt herself being stretched around him, accepting him, and she was thankful she had been ready. The ache in her core eased for a moment only to be replaced by a need for more. Her blood fired as the Fever consumed her completely. She lost all sense of time and place. Her only awareness had narrowed to Amris and what he was doing to her body. Craning her head she nipped at the sensitive crux of his neck where it met his shoulder. One hand rested on the opposite shoulder to balance herself while the other ran fingernails none too lightly down his back.
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Amris' other arm hooked under her other knee, lifting her off the porch and cradling her in his arms. Now, it was simply a matter of gravity, and his own strength, as he hammered into her once again. His clawed fingers tore at the door behind her. Once his claws dug into the wood, splintering it, his prize became suspended in his arms and impaled on his shaft. On his third stroke he buried himself to the hilt. He was so lost in his own need he was completely unaware of the near animalistic sounds coming from Kiera. Amris filled her over and over, withdrawing almost completely from her sex before filling her again. He was a Pack Master, with a Master's strength and fury and Kiera felt it all. His thrusts were frantic with his need and the urgency of the Fever. His claws tore at the wood behind her, even as his own mind struggled to keep her from being hurt, but the Fever was not kind and the force of his thrusts were so powerful, her cries filled his ears. And still the Fever would not be denied. In their world, they were the only two in existence. This was more than just a joining of bodies; it was a Fever induced connection that most Bonded couples only experienced after years together. Blind and deaf, they sought to feel what they could not see. They could only taste each other, and their kisses were heated and passionate. Only those whose souls were perfectly attuned, who were destined to be two halves of the same whole, could share the Fever. The commitment required for Bonding, left little doubt that most couples loved each other intensely. Still, the true recognition of a soul mate was a rare thing indeed.
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There was not a sound other than their grunting and moaning and the rasp of leather against wood as he drove into her over and over with each thrust. Her hands roamed what parts of his body she could reach until they settled on his back, pulling him even deeper into her. Unable to control herself, she dug her fingernails into him in encouragement. He had opened her to him completely, the change in angle giving him access to drive himself deeper. He filled her, leaving no room for dissatisfaction. Her first orgasm hit her with the ferocity of a rabid wolf, sending her into writhing spasms in his arms. She cried out again, his name on her lips. Bright pinpricks of light burst behind her eyes and her body felt light, as if she could float away. She lost track of time and had no idea how long she was suspended in that moment. The world was spinning around her making her dizzy. Her inner muscles gripped him tightly as she coated them both with her release. When Kiera's orgasm shuddered through her body, Amris felt the sensation with every inch of his being. She had been feeding off of his Fever, and now through her sexual release he was able to finally begin to gain some semblance of control over himself. The Fever was still within him, though, tickling at his consciousness and was not yet ready to abate fully. He continued with his forceful taking, holding her off the ground and against the door, unable to stop his Fevered need, but now he tried to control it more. It was no longer the pounding, punishing thrusts; now, under his control, he could move his shaft deep without hurting her.
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Kiera felt the change in him, a soft sigh of relief running through her that the Fever had abated somewhat for them both. While the wild coupling had excited her beyond belief, she was hardly used to such vigorous love making. The door at her back groaned making her lean forward just a bit to take some of the pressure from the battered wood. The last thing they needed was for her to wind up on her ass on the floor if the door gave way, though she doubted Amris would even notice. Again the angle of his penetration changed, his shaft rubbing against the sensitive nubbin of flesh at her entrance. She moaned, loving the feel. Her hands on his shoulders, she used the leverage to lift herself in time with his thrusts sending her into orgasmic bliss for a second time. One hand left the splintered door and cupped her bottom, squeezing it tightly while holding her close to him. With his other hand, Amris balled a fist in her hair and pulled Kiera's head back, exposing her long tapered neck. His mouth closed on her throat and he pulled at the skin with his teeth, the sharp pinpricks making her gasp. Then his tongue was at her throat and he moaned as he tasted her skin. The Fever flooded through him and her taste and scent were building it to a fierce finale. He continued to pump into her, holding her body tight against him, and reveling in the sensations as she squeezed her sex around his shaft. Kiera tilted her head to the side, granting him better access to her. Loving the feel of his hand in her hair, she pulled up slightly, increasing the tension. She could feel him building to his own release, slamming her back against the
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door. Finally, he was unable to restrain himself any longer and he slammed her against the wooden door and fired his seed deep inside her with a satisfied groan. Unable to withstand the punishment it had taken from their assault the door splintered and fell to the floor with a thump, kicking up a cloud of dust. Fortunately Kiera was able to counter balance, and threw herself against Amris to keep from falling backward. He held her in his arms, then, as she wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight. He kissed her throat, and nuzzled at her hair. Then he kissed her mouth as he carefully and gently bore her to the porch, to lie above her. His manhood was still deep inside her and he was still fully aroused. His first climax had served only to abate the flood of the Fever in his blood. Her sharing of the Fever had drained most of it from him, and now he could feel his senses beginning to return to normal. Now, he could kiss her, and taste her, and enjoy her beneath him with his own senses in control. "Kiera," his voice was soft, but still held that tone she could not fail to recognize as one of a Master of the Pack, "are you ... did I hurt you?" If he had hurt her, he would withdraw for the moment and allow her body a chance to recover, but if she gave him the lead, he knew he was only just beginning to please her. Kiera was fighting to catch her breath, panting beneath her mate. She didn't trust her mind to put together a coherent sentence, much less for it to make it past her lips. It took several ragged breaths before she was able to shake her
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head. "I'm ok ... I think..." She really wouldn't know for an hour or so if the ache would stay or pass quickly enough. The brutal ride had left her sore in places she didn't know she had. Yet he felt so good inside her, she didn't want him to pull out. Not yet. The storm in his eyes had calmed but it had not passed completely, and she wanted to be there with him until it did. She lifted just enough to slip her arms out of the jacket, leaving it under her to pillow her body from the rough wooden floor of the porch. Laying back she looked up at him, running a hand down his cheek. "I'm okay. Don't stop." The whispered plea brushed his skin as she tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled his head down to a slow, tender, lingering kiss. Amris' eyes sparkled and a hint of playful pleasure could be seen through the red glow of the Fever. Adjusting his position above her, Amris let his weight press down onto her while also wedging himself deeper between her legs. As he slid further into her cleft, he tilted his head down and kissed her softly, yet passionately, in return. "I believe that request can be met, my dear." Now he began to move, slowly but insistently, inside her. One hand held her hips, but instead of restraining her motion and response, he moved his hand with her hips. At times it felt as if he was guiding her responses, or moving her hips to where they would best meet his powerful thrusts. At other moments, he allowed her to move as she wished and used the contact simply to feed some of the desire from her body. His other hand wrapped itself in her hair and he manipulated her head with his grip, turning her mouth for a
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kiss, or pulling her head back so that he could lick and nibble at her throat. His mouth never left her lips or her throat, and whether he was kissing her, or biting at her mouth, lips or neck, his attention never wavered and remained focused on bringing her the pleasure she sought. Earlier their coupling had had the intensity of animals mating. Primal and mindless in its power; but this time, the moment was stretched and their passion was brought to a boiling point with what could only be called 'making love'. They started out slowly, with deep, even thrusts. Amris had rocketed her to one end of the sexual spectrum and now was easing her into the other. Kiera rolled on a sensual wave of immense pleasure. Each sigh of satisfaction and moan of delight bore testament to her pleasure. Her hands roamed his naked body, kneading muscles and stroking skin. She couldn't get enough of him, so strong and powerful over her. Kiera licked and kissed where and when she could, taking not only his lips but any area of flesh she could reach. She loved the taste of him on her lips, whether by skin or tongue, it didn't matter. Amris was an addiction she would be hard pressed to break. His complete domination over her let her relax and simply enjoy his total focus. Her knees bent, bracing her feet on the floor so she could raise her hips to follow his direction or as was her want. Her sighs turned to whimpers as the pressure within her built with an exquisite slowness. His teeth nipped at her flesh, sending delicious little shivers down her spine just before he took her mouth again. Their frantic coupling earlier had sated one need, this tender joining fed another.
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As his lust and intensity grew so too did the Fever finally seem to pass. When he peaked a second time, he felt her shudder with him and he was immensely pleased that she had not only been uninjured, but had also enjoyed their moment as much as he had. His name had been a mantra on her lips for several minutes now, growing in volume as she reached her own peak. Her body milked his, drawing every drop of his essence deep inside her. Her back arched. Her body pressed tightly to his. Her hands quit their roaming so her arms could wrap around him tightly, as if she could pull him deeper still into her. When her eyes finally opened and met his, she was pleased to see there was no sign of the Fever in the chocolate brown depths. A coy smile played at her lips. "If I had known I had this to look forward to, I would never have hesitated to agree to be your mate." He could not help join in her laughter. It felt comfortable and natural for him to hold her and laugh with her. "You see? With me you get nothing but fun, fun and more fun." He closed his eyes and sighed. Now was the moment he had been dreading but expecting. Tthe universe thrived on balance. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. In Amris' case, what the Fever provided during the course of it's burn, it drained an equal measure once it had run it's course. "Have you ever dealt with the Fever ... before ... my love?" His voice was a whisper and he found he now lacked the
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strength to even move off of her. But then she felt so warm, and soft, and comfortable. Why should he move? Kiera ran her fingers through his hair, shaking her head though he couldn't see it. "No." She answered lowly. "I had heard stories; people talking; but never experienced it for myself. It's ... overwhelming isn't it? I never thought I could be so out of control." She was speaking honestly. It surprised her how easily she slipped into the lust filled haze of the Fever, and how she had narrowed her focus to him alone. If the Hunters had found them then, she doubted if either of them would have known it until they were attacked. It was frightening to lose so much of her hard won discipline in a moment of heat. "That's ... okay ... you were amazing ... so good ... damn..." His voice dropped off until it was just his lips moving and his escaping breath providing the only force to his words. "You were ... in ... cred ... ble." Then his eyes closed, and with a soft sigh he turned his head to rest it on her gentle breasts satisfied that she would protect him while he recovered. Kiera remained silent for a long while, lost in her own thoughts. "You know ... we should probably go inside." Waiting a moment she frowned when no answer came from the prone figure atop her. She lifted her shoulder. "Amris?" Again no response. She tried again, with the same result. Sighing softly, she laid her head back on the floor. "Now isn't that just typical." She lay still for a moment, gathering her strength to roll him off her so she could gain her feet. Annoyed as she was,
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she had to chuckle at him curling onto his side. It wasn't until she was dressed and back at her bike untying the sleeping bag from her back pack, that she remembered hearing about the crash after a Fever. The stronger the Fever, the harder the crash. It wasn't that he had intentionally abandoned her to finish their preparations for a comfortable night. Amris couldn't help himself. Returning to the farm house, she laid the sleeping bag out on the floor in a far corner. Picking up the fallen door to move it out of the way, her eyes fell on the deep gouges in the wood. Thoughtfully she ran her fingers over the grooves. Had Amris not been who he was, that could have been her. Lycan females she remembered now, were sometimes badly injured, some even requiring days of recovery and healing, when their mates were taken by the Fever. Once again she marveled at his control. Though she was sore and each step was uncomfortable, she had not been shredded by his claws. Even in what had seemed his most uncontrollable moments, he had protected her. There was no doubt in her mind he deserved the title Pack Master. Once the door was dealt with, she knelt next to Amris' prone form and gently eased him into her arms to carry him in and lay him on the sleeping bag. Even as strong as she was, his dead weight staggered her and she was thankful she only had a few feet to go. Rocking back on her heels she looked down at his peaceful face for several long minutes. He was so handsome he took her breath away, so strong he could throw her around like a rag doll, so powerful she could feel the impact when he
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simply looked at her. Yet, she felt completely safe with him and it was an unsettling sensation. After she had settled him in the bag, she could finally listen to the demands of her own tired and sore body. It screamed for rest and she had no choice but to give in. Curling up next to him, she pillowed her head on his chest and folded the sleeping bag over them. Exhaustion claimed her quickly, sending her to sleep wrapped around her betrothed. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 5 Kiera woke when a beam of sunlight streaked between two slats of the boards across the easternmost window, to shine directly in her eyes. She eased herself out of the sleeping bag, leaving Amris resting comfortably. She did not think he had even moved. Unable to resist, she knelt next to him and placed a light kiss on his brow. With light fingers she brushed a lock of hair that had fallen across his brow, and smiled down at her betrothed. Her betrothed. How difficult was it going to be to get her head wrapped around that idea? She smiled a sad smile at the whole idea of her and Amris having any kind of life together. For all his efforts to mask their trail and escape, she knew that once a Hunt Mark was in place, a Pack would not rest until the target was dead. Amris may be good; by the Moon, he may be spectacular, but he was still only one wolf. Her thoughts were suddenly broken by a sound from outside. Tires on gravel. They weren't alone anymore. Her heart sank as she spotted the large, silver SUV. Carlos. Damn. He was the best Hunter of the Pack. Of course he would be the one to track her. Her instinctive urge was to run, to flee and get away, but she couldn't leave Amris. Not when he was vulnerable. She looked back at his naked body, still curled up and unmoving. The only option available to her was face them, make a stand, and pray she was not making the worst mistake of her life.
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Adopting a cool, unconcerned expression Kiera strolled out onto the porch, waiting for Carlos to exit the SUV. Her eyes widened in surprise when the passenger door opened as well as the driver's. Then the back door. Oh shit. This was going to be ugly. Kiera shifted her weight, rolling to the balls of her feet in preparation of a fight. "Come on Kiera. You know you can't take us all." Silas, Carlos' eldest pup said as he slid from the back seat. The young pup was short, maybe just over five and a half feet. But he was lithe and swift, and of the three he was probably the one that could chase her down easiest if it came to a race. But Amris was still inside and helpless. "Back off Silas, I'm not alone." Kiera tossed back at him with a tilt of her head. Carlos looked around and laughed. "You and that sire? Sure, he took out two of the Pack, but they were slow and stupid." He looked around, a sly smile on his face. "But it looks like he decided to split after getting what he needed." He sniffed the air, a calculating smile curving his mouth when he obviously caught nothing adrift on the wind. Blowing as it was towards the house, Amris' scent was hidden to him. Carlos' eyes scanned their surroundings and his smile grew when no one emerged from the house or barn. "You disappoint me. I thought you were smarter than to try to make a stand so soon. I expected to have to chase you half way across the country. But here you are. All alone and there are three of us." Carlos shook his head at her gall, and her stupidity.
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Kiera knew Carlos was strong and quick. His dark Latin features merged with his Lycan features to give him a slender face and cheeks. His hair was kept short on the sides, but was tied in a long braid behind him. His eyes were brown and angular, almost oriental in nature, and they looked at her now the way any Hunter studies downed prey. "Take her boys." He said. "This is going to be fun." Hector, Carlos' brother said rubbing his hands together as he closed the passenger side door and moved toward Kiera. As large as his brother, Hector was also stronger, but he didn't have speed and Kiera hoped to use that shortfall against him, if she could. He stood a few inches taller than his brother, but wore his hair in the same fashion. He was more dangerous than Carlos though, because he wasn't afraid to think. Kiera often suspected that it was Hector who told his brother what to say to Fenris, and Hector who should have stood as the Pack Leader when her father died. Hector had not even challenged for the title, and Fenris had assumed the mantle with ease. She'd often had the time to wonder why before, but this was not the time to reflect on what was, this was the time to deal with what is. Once Silas and Hector were in range, Kiera sprang. Leaping into the air, she spun in a full circle sending a roundhouse kick directly into Silas' jaw. The last thing they would expect was a frontal attack, and Silas had suffered for it. With his speed momentarily out of the way, she turned to deal with Hector. His fist lashed out and caught her on the shoulder and she tried to roll away from his follow-up. He came too close, too soon, and her foot snapped out into the
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side of his knee, dropping the big man. She felt Carlos grab her from behind, and bent at the waist using his momentum against him and flipping him over her head. He hit the ground on his back with a curse. Then Silas was back in the fight. His hands were quick and she felt the sting of a slap across her face. "Surrender, Kiera." He was almost pleading. "We can take you prisoner. You can ask forgiveness. You don't have to die." His plea had distracted her enough to give Hector a chance to act. She saw his fist coming out of the corner of her eye, but she moved too slowly to avoid it. The blow was harder than anything she had ever felt before, and she actually did see spotted stars in front of her face. She felt the wet grass on her hands, and had not realized until then that she had fallen to her hands and knees from the blow. Hector was on her before she could recover, sliding his arms under hers and lacing his fingers behind her head. He lifted her off the ground in a classic full Nelson grip. She was trapped. **** A few years earlier, Amris had taken the time to talk about the Fever to another Lycan who suffered similar effects. That Master, a Lycan relative by the name of Quentin, had always felt he was wrapped in some kind of curtain. That it was as if he felt he were in some kind of staged event and little by little, the curtain was raised until finally he was free to act. In Amris' case, the recovery of the Fever was more like a series of veils. He always thought of those Arabian dancers
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and how they would strip off their veils until they were freed of their inhibitions. That was how he felt when the Fever left him. He could also feel, in a very real sense, what was happening around him as each veil was lifted from his subconscious. He remembered the first thing he had felt was the warmth and security of Kiera's body. It reminded him of peace and serenity and those concepts of love and desire that he was always so jealous of others for having. As the next veil lifted, he realized she had left him, but was still nearby. His sense of loss, and the knowledge that her warmth was not there to protect him had frightened him, and he whimpered silently like a pup. He smelled the vehicle's approach even before he heard it. As more veils were lifted, his senses returned and he knew that the vehicle was close. It was a large vehicle. Not a motorcycle. There were three men in the vehicle. Dangerous men. He was unprotected but somehow he knew the danger was not directed at him, so he felt comforted and at peace. Kiera would protect him. He was still safe. He heard her voice and he knew she was frightened. The men were after her, not him. They had sought her out. Another veil lifted. She was in danger. His mate, the lover who had comforted him, who had soothed his Fever, was in danger. A veil was torn away. He heard the struggle, and the voices, and he could sense in his blood that they wanted to hurt her. She was struck yet she did not cry out, which inspired a surge of pride. To never
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let one's enemies know they have the advantage was a mark of strength admired by all Lycans. She was a Hunter and she was his. He heard the laughter of the men, and it was tinged with desire and need. He tore another veil aside as he pushed himself toward consciousness, shredding the veils with his mind as he struggled to reach Kiera's side. **** Hector had shifted his grip on Kiera's arms so that now they were crossed behind her. His own arm was locked around hers, and with his strength applied to the lock, she knew she was trapped. With her arms held pinned, Carlos felt secure enough to walk up to her and squeeze her flesh. "Fenris said we were to bring you back, slut, but he didn't say anything 'bout what condition you had to be in." He pulled her head back as she struggled in Hector's firm grip. Hector wasn't a human male, though. He was a true Lycan, and she was held fast despite her own impressive strength. Then, in a repulsive copy of Amris' previous attention, Carlos slid his tongue along the length of her throat. Kiera kicked out at Carlos, trying to push him away but he only batted at her legs before she was able to connect. Then he was on her, pushing her body deeper into Hector's. She could feel more than hear, Hector's chuckle at her impotent attack. She squirmed desperately in his arms, trying to wiggle her way free from the vice like grip. Her teeth snapped at Carlos though her face had been turned away from him by his hand in her hair.
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"Yummy." He said grinning, but there was no humor in the grin, and he left little doubt in Kiera's mind what condition she was going to be in when she was returned to the Lunatier Pack. Kiera's frightened gaze found the hesitant, disgusted eyes of Silas as he got to his feet, a bruise was already starting to form where she had kicked him, and his hand was on his cheek, but his voice held none of the malice of her other attackers. "Dad ... I don't think..." he started to protest, knowing as well as the others just where Carlos' mind was. "Shut up!" Carlos snapped at the young wolf without even looking at him. "Get the chains." Silas frowned at the order, but he obeyed. He opened the back of the SUV and dragged out a large coil of metal links. They were hard cold iron, but every link had been twined with silver filigree. Silas handled them carefully, a small blanket wrapped around them to keep the silver from touching his skin. Kiera was a Lycan Huntress with a reputation and would have been able to snap normal chains with a strong effort, but the silver made them something different. These chains had been designed for one purpose only: to trap and hold a Lycan. Kiera couldn't stifle the groan when she saw them. Carlos laughed. "Yeah. Pretty impressive ain't they? We paid a pretty penny in Detroit to have them made special. Never thought we'd ever get a chance to use them." He slid his hand under her leather jacket and squeezed her bare breast. "Of course, if you behave, we might not need them." Kiera's breath came out in a hiss as Carlos fondled her. She wanted to to scream and rip and tear. But as long as the
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threesome were focused on her, Amris was safe. Kiera just had to make sure they left the bike behind and didn't try to search the house. Fear for her betrothed gave her the strength and courage to continue to defy them even though there was little she could do in her current state. Then she heard the sound of wood shattering and splintering as if a baseball bat were breaking in two. She felt Hector's body sag behind her and the arms that had been holding her were suddenly limp. Amris stepped past her, still naked from his sleep, a bloodied and splintered piece of the wooden door in his hand. Hector lay on the ground behind him, his head split open and bleeding. "Now," Amris said to Carlos, "you die." Kiera breathed a sigh of relief, never happier to see anyone in her life. Her avenging angel was there in all his glory. She laid a hand on his shoulder and stepped up to stand at his side, refusing to cower behind him like some wilted flower. Her flesh remembered the feel of Carlos' touch, but she refused to let him make her hide. Though shaken, she was not so far gone she would leave Amris to face the duo down alone. Silas took a half step back, his eyes wide as saucers. "Holy shit!" Having idolized Amris, Pack Master Extraordinaire, for years, he immediately recognized the furious, naked, man. It had been a terrible disappointment that he had been unable to meet the Pack Master in person last month, but Carlos had business in Detroit and Silas had spent the day flipping through cable channels on the hotel TV. Even now, he had no idea what his father had been doing that day, only sure he
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had missed his one chance to make a favorable impression on the Lycan Master. "Who the fuck are you?" Carlos challenged making a grab for Kiera, fearful she would escape without Hector restraining her. Silas sputtered, trying to warn his father of the danger facing him. Amris was still recovering from his Fever, and his body was bathed in sweat. His hair was a ragged disarray, and his nudity was more than a little disconcerting to Carlos. Carlos' arm remained outstretched and reaching for Kiera and his son's outburst only served to distract him further. Had he been more capable, had he been quicker, hell, had he even been slightly more intelligent, he might have saved his arm. As it was, when Amris' fist slammed into Carlos' outstretched forearm everyone in the farmyard heard the bone break. "Aiiieee!!" Carlos screamed in agony. "You mother fucker!" Amris ignored his scream and instead, stood erect. "I am Amris, son of Brin. I am Pack Master of the Grey Pack, and a Lycan champion. You have touched my mate, and by touching her have insulted her. Your words..." Then Carlos interrupted. "She can't be your mate! She's..." "...have insulted her." Amris carried on as if Carlos hadn't even spoken, but the interruption was a great insult as well. Amris looked once in Silas' direction and his eyes were steel. "Sit down, pup. If you interfere, you will die." Silas knew his father was a dead man. However, just as he had followed on this expedition because his Pack Leader had told him to, now a Master, a more powerful and senior Lycan
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was ordering him to stand down. He had no choice but to do exactly as Amris ordered. It was The Code. Then Amris started. The Lycan before him had laid hands on his woman. Had fouled her with his touch and his tongue. Amris knew they had not been Bonded in the Pack, that the Ceremony of Bonding was easily another two weeks away, but he and Kiera had shared a Fever, and that act, as far as Amris was concerned, almost went deeper than the Bonding. And this thing had fouled it. Carlos tried to defend himself, but he truly didn't stand a chance. He had been hunting most of the night and Amris was rested. Amris was naturally stronger and faster and Amris was out to prove a point in front of witnesses: Kiera is under my protection. Let everyone understand this. Kiera moved around to stand at Silas' side, her hand resting on his shoulder to keep him in his seat. The young man's whimpers broke her heart. To see his own father so completely decimated in front of his very eyes, was devastating. True to his instruction, he didn't move. He didn't try to help his father, having been given a direct order by a Pack Master. It didn't prevent him shaking with silent sobs as he watched what was happening and Kiera's touch became one of comfort instead of restraint. She had no love for Carlos, having butted heads with him on numerous occasions. He was a man twisted with his own power, who looked down on those that were weaker. Carlos was a bully who enjoyed the hunt for the bloodshed that would result more than the hunt itself and she could still feel
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where his touch burned her skin. Still, it was difficult to watch how easily Amris rendered the man completely helpless. Silas covered his face, unable to watch any more, drawing Kiera's attention to the young man. He was nothing like his father. She had seen the horror and revulsion in his eyes at the mere suggestion of what his father and uncle planned for her. She remembered his attempt to avoid the conflict, and his appeal to her, that she didn't have to die. There was something good and salvageable about this young man, if he could be removed from the twisted influences of his family before it was too late. Amris' second and third strikes broke both of Carlos' arms. His punches shattered bone and Carlos could not block, or avoid, them fast enough. His claws tore at flesh and Carlos cried out when they struck. Carlos could not even raise his arms to protect himself and within moments, he was nothing but a target for the Pack Master's vengeance. Blows rained down on him fast and furious, most just a blur of motion, until Carlos fell to his knees, shuddering in agony. "Please ... I beg you ... no more ... please ... I didn't know ... I ... didn't know." His plea was plaintive and frightened and it was the first time that any of his Pack had heard that tone of fear from the Hunter and Lunatier Pack second in command. Amris stepped forward and grasped the top of Carlos' head. "I don't care." He pulled back on his hair, tilting his head back and exposing his throat. "You know The Code." Amris' voice was soft, but it was heard by all. "There is only one
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penalty." Carlos closed his eyes in the same instant that Amris struck. Kiera moved faster than she ever had in her life; a blur of motion. Hooking her arm around Amris', she caught his strike when his claws were less than an inch from Carlos' throat. The connection almost jerked her from her feet but she stubbornly held her ground. "The Code," she said lowly, "provides the maximum penalty to be death. It is not a requirement. Do you not think leaving him to live with his injuries and the humiliation of being made to beg in front of his own son is enough? He will eventually heal, but it will not be a painless or easy healing. It will be a pain he will remember for the rest of his life." She waited a moment, letting that sink in before continuing. "Take that which he holds more valuable than his own life. Take his son to be your own apprentice. Teach him to be the kind of man I know he can be. One that needs to learn mercy is not weakness." She had not acted out of compassion for Carlos, or a desire to challenge Amris. It was Silas' reaction that had moved her beyond words. She was acting without a concern of what might happen at interfering with a Pack Master's sentence. She had reacted without thought to the consequences of her actions. Though Amris' furious glare burned into her, she did not fear him. She was confident of Amris' control and that his rage would not manifest on her with violence. He had managed to keep his claws from her flesh through the Fever; he would not hurt her now. Still, she had no doubt Amris would retaliate in a different manner if she displeased him.
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Kiera had seen the warm, tender side of him and the cold, calculated killer. She held her breath, wondering which would react to her now. "He has touched you against your will, and you are my betrothed. Yet you say he should live?" Amris' eyes bore into her, and though her grip was still on his arm had eased to the point that she was not restraining his strike, but simply holding his arm, he did not move against her. She did not answer his question verbally, but Amris saw her response reflected in her eyes. He remembered what she had promised him the night before: I will challenge you when I think you are wrong ... And now she was living up to that promise. He lowered his hand and turned to Hector who was just recovering from the blow to his head, and Silas, who would never ask a Pack Master to change his mind, but whose eyes and face begged him to. Then he looked back to Kiera and saw her once again for the brave, proud, strong woman that she was. Amris released his grip on Carlos' hair and let the Hunter drop to the ground. "He will live. For now." Silas wanted to spring to his father's side, but Amris had not released him yet. So he sat still, watching and waiting. The Pack Master then looked down at Kiera and snapped out an order. He had been defied, and he was not pleased. But this was not the place to address that. "I am not dressed, Kiera. Get my clothes." Kiera smiled her gratitude and squeezed his arm gently before bowing her head out of respect and moving away. The smile was brief and meant for his eyes only, her expression
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hidden from Silas by the angle of her stance and Hector who was behind Amris. She understood the need for him to assert his authority. That it would undermine his ability to lead if it was viewed he was weak or allowed himself to be ordered around by his mate, especially considering she was not officially his mate yet. Hurriedly she moved off to retrieve the articles of clothing strewn across the yard and porch. He waited until Kiera had moved away then he spoke quietly to Carlos. "The bitch you would have shamed and abused, has fought for and gained your life. Remember that." Amris looked over to Silas, and then nodded his head at Carlos' prone form. Silas couldn't help the sigh of relief when Amris released his father. He darted forward to gather the broken man into his arms. "Thank you." He said quietly. If Amris had been his hero before, he was damn near godly now. Hector groaned and got to his feet, looking around in confusion. He had no idea what had happened while he was unconscious, but he had no desire to mess with the naked man standing over his broken and defeated brother. He knew the bitch was not worth it, though his eyes narrowed when she came back into view. Kiera returned with Amris' clothes, silently holding his shirt out for him to slip his arms into. He had shown her enough respect to listen to her plea, yet she had much to make up for by interfering in his judgment. Amris stood and allowed Kiera to dress him. Once his trousers were on, he studied the Lycans gathered around him. He could see it in their eyes and he knew exactly what
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they were thinking. He, a Pack Master, had had his decision challenged. His will had been opposed by a she-wolf, and it mattered not that she was supposed to be his betrothed. She had defied him and he knew they were all wondering how he would react. "Kneel at my side, Kiera." His tone brooked no questioning of the order and she knelt beside him at once. She did not lower her eyes nor did she avert them from his gaze as he looked down at her. Then he looked at the other men and spoke. "The bitch on her knees beside me opposed my word and challenged my authority. By our laws and our code, her punishment should be severe. But she challenged me not for her own sake, but for the sake of one of her old Pack. She challenged me to protect me, and protect my honor. And she did so knowing full well that I could punish her." "Stand, Kiera." Once she was standing beside him, he looked at the men and could see the confusion in two pairs of eyes, but something approaching true devotion in Silas. "I have already accepted her as my mate, and her unselfish actions today have proven I have chosen well. Her bravery and her devotion to those around her is clear for all to see. Carlos, remember well not only that her deed saved your life, but remember too whose hand she stayed and who stands before you as her protector." Then he turned and looked down at her. He took her arms and lifted her off the ground, his mouth closing on hers. The kiss was long and deep and Amris held Kiera's arms at her sides so that all could see him as a sire taking his bitch. He
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tasted her long and well, and she could hear him breathing in her scent, filling himself with as much of her as he could. When the kiss came to an end, and he placed her feet back on the ground, she staggered to keep her footing, and none of the men present could fail to understand his message. Her eyes sparkled with pride when their eyes met. It wasn't a self satisfied sort of pride, but pride in her mate. That he had so effectively defused the situation without destroying a young man's ideals and had still managed to retain the respect of all, despite her interference. When she looked upon him with such pride Amris knew then, without a doubt, that she was his. His eyes sparkled as he grinned at her. "Yes, Kiera, I know it, too." Turning to the others gathered at the farm he frowned. "But we still have a situation here that needs to be settled." Kiera took a half step back. Not so far as to leave her support of Amris in question, but not at his side as equal either. She had interfered enough and any decision he made now would be his alone. Her subtle message was made to all that she would not intercede now but quietly watch and listen as any other under his command would be expected to do. "Carlos, is your son worth your life?" Carlos did not know what Amris was asking. Was he about to rescind the gift of his life? Had the earlier speech been a pretense? The broken werewolf was confused, but he was still a Lycan, and his son was still his son. "I would give my life for his." He spoke with as much pride as a man could have for his offspring.
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Amris nodded. "Then I take your son in exchange for your life. Silas," he said to the young pup, "you are now part of the Grey Pack. You are no longer beholding to Fenris' orders. Or the orders of any of that Pack. You are now under my protection. Do you understand?" Silas could only nod. "Hector, gather up your brother and take him into that farmhouse. Care for him there and keep him safe until he heals. Then, you may both rejoin your own Pack. If they ask what happened here, tell them simply that you were overwhelmed by stronger forces. It is not a lie, after all." "If Fenris asks about Kiera, say only that she escaped during the struggle and Silas is still close to her." He paused, watching their eyes as he gave them their instructions. Satisfied they would do as he ordered, he concluded with, "Fenris will likely not send you out again, as badly wounded as you are. But know this, if I find either of you hunting my mate again after today, her compassion will not save you." Hector pursed his lips, clearly unhappy with the order. His narrowed eyes darted from Amris to Kiera to Silas. "How will you take him with you?" He asked, his mind calculating. "Only two of you can fit on that sweet little bike of hers." Kiera's bike was her prize possession. The only thing of value she had and she babied it like it was a pup. Her father had insisted that his children learn to maintenance any vehicle they owned. She had taken his lesson to heart, spending hours to learn the engine inside and out. There was not one bit of work done to the bike she had not done herself.
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It was clear to her what Hector was driving for. They would either have to take the SUV and leave her bike in exchange, or leave Silas behind. It was logical and rational though her immediate response was less so. Her heart pounded in something akin to panic and she had to turn away, knowing her face betrayed her feelings by the smug look that crossed Hector's face. In the grand scheme of things, a young, strong fighter was of more value to the Grey Pack than a motorcycle. Silas had moved to stand behind Amris, on the other side from where Kiera had taken her own position. Silas stood at Amris' right hand, Kiera at his left. Each in their symbolic place as well as literally. He watched the discussion quietly, absorbing every word. He could not be sorry to be removed from Fenris' Pack. Fenris was a rough and brutish Leader, and it was only his father's position that kept the young man from facing Fenris' rage more often. But now, his entire future had changed with the decision of a lone Pack Master on an abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere. Amris had seen Kiera's expression and he already knew what her bike meant to her. He frowned at Hector and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Hector. I don't believe you have any rights here to decide anything. I know I didn't absolve you of anything that happened here, and you are lucky I need you to care for your brother." He gestured back to Silas and continued. "Give Silas the keys to the SUV. As you kindly pointed out, we will need it to get back to my Pack." Hector wanted to argue. It was in his eyes, in his stance, in every fiber of his body. But there was no denying his brother's condition, and that Amris himself looked as fresh as
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Chapter 6 Abandoning the two brothers to their own devices, Amris, Kiera and Silas went over to her bike and studied the situation. It was Silas who pointed out a possible solution. "We have ... chains, and some rope in the back ... in the SUV. We could use them to secure the bike, and then we can all ride. The keys to the padlocks should be on the key ring." Guilt kept him from elaborating on why they had chains and padlocks with them. When they went back to the SUV and opened it up, Amris' eyes flared at the sight. Silas was right. They did indeed have some chains and ropes available. The thought that these men had planned on chaining Kiera like a wild animal and locking her into that cargo space infuriated him. He was even more upset at leaving them alive now. "So they are, Silas, so they are." Amris nodded curtly. "I think that is a good idea." The rope was coiled into three bundles next to the chains. In addition to the one that Silas had already brought forward, there were two other sets of links in the SUV. Looking to his betrothed, Amris asked, "What do you think, my love?" Kiera had been carefully untying her backpack from the bike while the two discussed their options. When Amris addressed her directly she nodded. "I think you two better be careful and not scratch my baby's paint." She said teasingly. "But please ... just use the ropes. I don't want those chains anywhere near her."
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Silas went back to the SUV, muttering something about making it habitable. The floor was strewn with fast food bags and empty cups. Grabbing a plastic grocery bag, he set about cleaning up the mess. Kiera waited until Silas moved away before digging into her backpack and pulling out her first aid kit. "May I?" She asked, holding the kit in her hands. She had already left the sleeping bag in the farmhouse for the brothers to use. She felt bad enough to have put them in the position to have to hunt her. Now, because of her, Carlos had faced down a Pack Master and lost. Though she did not agree with Fenris' decree, her fight was with him not those who were just following orders. There was no love lost between her and Carlos, hell she didn't even like the man, but she couldn't help take pity on him in his pathetic condition. Even so, she was not willing to incur Amris' wrath again by assisting them without his express permission and blessing. Carlos simply wasn't worth that to her. If Amris were to deny her, it would be between them alone. Guilt and pity were riding her hard and she could not help but at least make the overture. If the situation were different, she would have left Carlos in a pool of his own blood and taken Hector as a prisoner of war. But that wasn't the situation here now and she had to at least try to assuage this horrible guilt eating at her. These three were, or rather had been, her Pack mates, and it pained her that her actions had led them to this.
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Amris saw a need in her to want to help, even as she bristled to get away from this place. He nodded. "Silas and I will get your bike tied up. Go ahead. Help them if you want." He watched her walk away from him, enjoying the sway of her hips, and the smooth grace of her movements. She probably had no idea how incredibly sexy and enticing she was to him, because her walk was so natural to her. Maybe he would tell her later, after he spoke to her about publicly challenging him. He turned back to Silas and together they rolled Kiera's bike to the SUV and tied it down. There were some blankets and tarps in the back of the SUV that they wrapped around the bike so as to keep any scratches or damage to an absolute minimum. The two men were quiet throughout the entire process. Silas' silence was more due to being in the close proximity to his hero; Amris' was due to his considering what to do with Kiera over her challenge. He had spared her a considerable amount of embarrassment by what he had done and said, and he hoped she appreciated it. However, he also hoped she understood that he was not done with the matter, either. Kiera approached the farmhouse warily, her nervous glance returning to Amris and Silas as they strapped her bike to the back of the SUV. She dreaded the thought of facing Hector and Carlos but she knew that she was not alone. The mere presence of her protector gave her courage. Mounting the steps to the porch, she peered through the broken doorway at the brothers.
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Carlos moaned in pain as Hector laid him gently on the sleeping bag, his eyes closed. Hector's head whipped around when her shadow fell across them. "What do you want?" Kiera held out the first aid kit, setting it on the floor. With the toe of her boot, she kicked it lightly, sending it skidding across the floor, closer to him. "Here." Hector snatched up the kit, glaring furiously at Kiera. "You think you're so high and mighty. That your Pack Master fuck buddy can save you? Fenris will have your head on a pike before we're done with this. It'll be war if it has to be." Then he laughed cruelly. "You really think he's going to take a skank like you for a mate? He's fucking with you. He's gonna throw you over as soon as something better comes along, and that won't take much. You wait and see. Then where will you be?" Kiera lifted her chin in challenge though each word only fed her own insecurities about becoming mated to a Pack Master. "Wherever I am, I'm free of you and Fenris." She turned on her heel and marched straight to the SUV, sliding into the passenger seat without a word to either Amris or Silas. Hector's words had stung her. Why was she here? Why had Amris come for her? She really was nothing special, and she knew that. So why had he come for her? She watched the two males as they finished cleaning up, and allowed herself a smile when Amris threw those horrible chains into the field. There was no denying his strength and his power. She had felt that power first hand last night during the Fever, which only made her wonder again at why she was here. Was she really intended solely to be a source of his enjoyment? As a
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fuck buddy? By the Moon, it would be better to be hunted and killed then treated that way. Amris slid into the driver's seat beside Kiera and Silas took up the back. As the Pack Master put the vehicle into gear and drove away, he reflected on how many changes had occurred in his life in the last twelve hours. He had betrothed himself to a mate, who had also accepted him. He had gained a new young male to add to his Pack. He had defeated a challenger to his betrothed's virtues and he had been forced to meet a challenge of his sentence by his new bride-to-be. Add to all of that, the fact that they had shared a Fever, and it had been a pretty interesting day so far. He could only guess at what the thoughts of his companions were, but imagined they were similarly chaotic. **** As they drove away, Hector cursed his foul luck. He had been so close. With Kiera's humiliation and execution and Adric's death, Fenris would certainly have been brought to task for his failures as a Leader at the future Gathering. That would have removed Fenris from the mix and left the way to leadership of the Pack and more, open to Hector. Though his brother was already in position as a second, there was no way Carlos would be able to stand as a Leader. No, that position was Hector's alone, just as it had been promised to him. And Amris, that prick. Who would have expected him to show up now? His presence was going to ruin everything. Hector had laid enough of a false trail from the assassin to Amris' feet that the same Gathering who would abolish Fenris'
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leadership would take Amris' head as well. After all, he had contracted a human assassin to kill an insignificant Lycan in a different Pack. The Council would be furious and more than willing to turn the Grey Pack over to a new Master. As Lunatier Pack Leader, Hector would already be in position to offer his assistance. His powerful friends within the hierarchy of the national Pack, had assured him a Pack of his own. Why shouldn't he be a Leader as well? But now, Hector was afraid. If Amris ever learned that his name had been used, that he was being framed for the murder ... Hector did not even want to think of what he would have to do to repair that damage. He watched where his special chains were thrown and knew he would have to recover them. They were too expensive to leave behind, and they might have uses later. Then he would have to call his true Master and explain what had happened. Maybe he would be able to figure out a way to fix this mess and assure nothing led back to him or the others. Amris, you bastard. You've ruined everything. **** Amris looked in the rear view mirror and saw that Silas was watching everything. Silas' eyes moved from outside and back at the receding farmhouse, to Amris' own back, to Kiera in the front seat beside him. It seemed now to Amris as if the young man was more than ready to break free of his father and start his own life. Amris had to admit he was glad Kiera had convinced him to bring the young Lycan along, even if it had cost him a public challenge.
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Then he glanced over to his future mate. She was so beautiful. Her hair was thick and lustrous. Her face was perfect to his eye. Amris thought he could melt in her brilliant blue' eyes, and when she looked at him, he felt he was all she saw in the world. Her body was hard and toned where it needed to be, but he had also felt that soft skin in his hands and he knew she was soft where she needed to be as well. Now it seemed that something was bothering her. Her silence was saying more to him than any words might. She obviously knew she had upset him at the farm by blocking his strike, and compelling him to amend his sentence. Maybe she felt that her silence now was her own way of administering punishment for speaking out against him. If that was her train of thought, he would remind her otherwise once they were alone. They had gone about thirty miles down the road when Amris could no longer stand the silence. Abruptly he pulled the car over and asked Silas to take the wheel then he turned to Kiera. "Join me in the back?" **** Kiera's thoughts had been running along the same path, though she had no way of knowing that. She ran over the events of the last several days in her mind. From the moment she decided to defy Fenris and hunt her brother's killer alone, until she found herself in the cozy passenger seat of the SUV staring out the window without really seeing the landscape. Each moment ran through her mind; some in fast forward, others in slow motion. Hector's words haunted her and she
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tried to find any loophole or indication that Amris had not completely meant every word he had said to her thus far. She had been so lost in her own thoughts, it took her a moment to realize they had stopped. When she looked up, Amris had his hand on the door and was looking at her expectantly. He had asked her a question and she completely missed it. "Uh, yeah sure. Okay." She said with a cheery smile though she had no idea what she had just agreed to. As Amris got out of the vehicle, Silas noted the look of confusion on Kiera's face. He patted the seat next to him with a pointed look at her, before slipping out to switch places with Amris. Without bothering with the door, Kiera simply climbed between the seats and into the back warily. Kiera's thoughts were chaotic. Had Amris realized his mistake while they were driving? The scene at the farmhouse was enough to change anyone's mind. True, that she had challenged his sentence was behind them, but there was more than enough stacked against her even without that. He had probably realized being mated to her was going to bring him nothing but trouble. Hell, they weren't even Bonded yet and he had already had to defend her against the Hunt Mark. What they had shared, both with the Fever and without, was beautiful and rare. But perhaps she was the only one who thought so. Settling into the seat, she braced herself emotionally and mentally for the let down he was surely composing in his mind as he slid in next to her. She would not embarrass either of them with her reaction. She would simply accept his decision and begin making her own plans. She would not hold
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him to his word, given rashly and spontaneously. Sure, he had said he was coming for her, but that was before her life had been deemed worthless and her days numbered. Hunching her shoulders defensively, as if to ward off a blow, she waited for the proverbial hammer to fall. After Silas had taken over the driver's seat, Amris directed him to head north to the Brown County Park. "My Pack controls a gated community on the edge of the National Park. We'll be fine there. Just take the 27 cut-off and stay north." Silas nodded and made himself busy adjusting the seat and mirrors. As Kiera sat next to him, Amris pulled her close and felt the tension in her body when he did. There was something bothering her. Something more than her challenge from before. Or did she suspect he wasn't done with that matter yet? One hand went around her shoulders and the other rested on her thigh. His face was turned to the side of her head and he rested his forehead against her temple, enjoying the smell of her hair, but also reading the other small signs that surrounded her. "You're frightened." His voice was quiet. "I understand, Kiera. If I were in your shoes, I think I would be frightened, too." It became clear to him that this was not going to work. Kiera was not going to talk to him as long as they had an audience. He turned his head to Silas. "Wait and take up a perimeter watch. I need to speak with Kiera alone." Kiera trembled in Amris' arms, unable to help her own reaction to his acknowledgement and confirmation of her fear. This was it then. She wished she had been paying more
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attention to where they were, realizing she had no idea. Oh well, if she was on her own from here, she would make the best of it. She still had her bike, and if she needed to move on alone, well, she could just pick a direction and go. Silas did not even acknowledge the order. He simply switched off the ignition and jingled the keys. Then he slid out of the driver's seat and looked back into his new Pack Master's eyes. "Call for me when you are ready, sir." The door closed with a firm and audible click, and Amris could have sworn he felt Kiera jump at the sound. "Do you know, my mate, why I wanted to speak with you in private?" Now Kiera was well and truly confused. If he was preparing to call off their engagement, why did he continue to refer to her as his mate? No, that had to be it. What else could it be? He was trying to let her down gently, not realizing it was only making it harder on her. In her typical straight forward manner, she tried to make it easier on them both. "I won't fight you about it, or beg or plead. It was beautiful while it lasted but its ok that it's over.... Its not fair for me to ask you to look over your shoulder for the rest of your life and I won't do it. You have every right to change your mind and I can't say I blame you, honestly. I wouldn't want me either." Amris actually sat back and looked down at her. "Change my mind? Not want you? Why in all of the Moon's Power would I not want you? What the hell are you talking about? You're everything I want." "Everything you want? Are you a glutton for punishment or have you not been paying attention this morning? Hell of a
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way to wake up, isn't it? You're willing to do that forever?" Kiera was completely and totally blown away. Amris did not seem to understand or want to acknowledge the danger. "Kiera," he said taking her chin in his fingertips, "I only wanted to talk to you about publicly challenging me like you did. Not about calling off our engagement." He smiled and chuckled. "Why would you possibly think I would want to lose you?" "Oh that." In the grand scheme of Kiera's thoughts, she had not even considered that would be his issue. She leaned back on the seat with a sigh, the tension running out of her body like water. "I never intended to do it publicly when I said I would challenge you. But this morning there just wasn't time. It's not like I could step in at any point and say excuse me, can I talk to you for a moment?" Then she shrugged. "It worked out for the best. No harm, no foul." Amris frowned. "Though it did work out for the best, Kiera, it's because I made sure it did. As to no foul, on that I have to disagree. I had made a decision as both Pack Master and as your mate, and you interfered with its' execution. That's very serious, Kiera. You know that." He was going to add more and then it struck him. "Is that why you thought I wouldn't want you any longer? You think I would discard you because of that?" "No." Kiera told him sincerely. "I honestly thought it was a non-issue. The ends justify the means and all that. If I'd had a crystal ball and could have seen all that would happen we would have talked about it last night. I didn't and there was no time to go into a lengthy discussion alone while you were
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in the heat of battle." She did not elaborate or address his other question. He shook his head. "I gave you my Bond, Kiera. It is not something I have done with any other bitch from any other Pack; including your new one." His mouth formed a tight line as he continued. "When I chose to ask you to join me, it may have seemed like a spur of the moment decision. But I feel, Kiera, somewhere on an almost instinctive level, that we are meant for each other, and we belong together." "Then why are we sitting here in the back seat of an SUV on the side of the road instead of heading somewhere safer?" She asked out of genuine curiosity. She still did not understand why he had them pull over or what was so important it couldn't wait. Amris sighed, exasperated. Didn't she see his problem? "We're here, Kiera, in private so that we can discuss your punishment for challenging me in public!" "My punishment?? Are you insane?! If you think for one minute I'm going to sit still and let you punish me like some errant child, you have another thing coming. And if you think you're going to pull anything in front of your Pack, you have totally lost your mind." Kiera was furious. She jerked out of his grasp, and before she even realized what she was doing, had opened the door of the SUV and leapt to the ground. She was simply unable to bear the close space a second longer. When he clambered out of the other side of the SUV she whirled to face him as if ready for a fight. "You had your chance to declare a punishment. It is over. Done." She took a wary step back from him as he continued to advance. Her
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eyes wide yet not frightened; the glow within them sparked of pure fury. "I had my chance?" Amris was incensed. "What did you think I was going to do, Kiera? Put you over my knee?" He moved to within a foot of her and glared down at her. "I'm not going to conjure a punishment out of the air. But I'm not going to ignore when the Code is violated either." "What happened to all those glowing compliments about unselfish actions, bravery, and devotion? Those traits that made you realize you had chosen well?" Kiera threw his own words back at him as she continued to back away until she came up hard against a tree trunk. Amris nodded his head even as he walked towards her and pressed her against the tree. "They're all true. And I stand by every one of them. You are brave. You are devoted. And you most certainly acted unselfishly." Then his eyes hardened and he looked down at her. "But you were still wrong." Kiera threw up her hands, nearly slapping him with the frustrated gesture. "Fine, you don't like my methods. It was wrong. Is that what you want to hear?" Then she went on the defensive. "But there was no time for anything else. I couldn't very well step in the middle of your ass whipping and say Gee, excuse me, can I talk to you privately for a moment? I mean ... damn Amris ... I had no choice but to step in like I did. Do you think I actually wanted to publicly challenge you less than twelve hours after our engagement? Don't you think I know how that looks?" "Well," Amris said with a sigh, "I guess they weren't rumors. You can be a headstrong bitch, can't you?" He
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stepped closer to her so that she felt she had nowhere to turn or to run, his hands resting on the tree behind her, effectively caging her on all sides. "I think you know how it looks. And I think that you are testing me. You want to know how soft I am, how easy I am. How far can I be pushed, before I put the brakes on?" His voice was firm, but he did not shout or even raise it. He spoke with a clarity of tone and a directness that told her what he was saying was his final word. "I am your mate, Kiera, and that gives you a lot of leeway to express yourself. But I am also a Pack Master. And when I make a decision as a Master, that decision is being made for a reason, and it is not to be trifled with." Kiera paled. He thought she was toying with him. Testing him to find her boundaries. Maybe on some level she was, though it certainly had not been her intention. Still, she was incensed that he would consider punishing her for something she knew in her heart was right. Amris could see the change in her eyes. Did she think he was going to hit her? "By the Light of the Moon! I'm not going to spank you or strike you or anything like that! Gods, woman, you're my mate! I would hardy do anything to embarrass you in front of witnesses! Why do you think I sent Silas away?" Now he was shaking his head, and his voice lowered as he tried to make her understand. "You are my mate, Kiera. In all things, you need to trust me as I trust you. Whether it be how I run my Pack, or even how I declare punishments, or in the manner they are executed. I exposed my throat to you as a gesture of trust and you saw fit to
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leave me be. Yet, now, when you have broken one of our most valued and important Laws in front of witnesses, you are shocked that I demand a similar trust in meting out your punishment?" Amris' eyes bore into her, incredulous that she was still resisting his authority and rank. "Kiera, now I must know, are you truly prepared to trust me totally?" Kiera eyed him warily, her heart screamed a "Yes!" and every fiber of her being knew he would not hurt her and she wanted to give him her trust completely. Yet surrendering that trust was hard for her. But he was also a Pack Master and demanded respect from all, no matter what the situation was. She knew she had handled the situation badly. She should have asked instead of demanded he stay the killing blow. Should have, at least, asked his forgiveness in front of those same witnesses to her challenge. She knew she had been wrong, and with that realization the fight went out of her. "Alright. I'll accept your time out or whatever you have in mind without a fight." Amris knew he had just won an incredible victory. However, it was one that he had to be careful with or he would also stand to lose everything he may just have gained. Kiera was so independent, so strong-willed, he was aware that anything he did to punish her would have to be something that would not break that spirit. After all, Amris reasoned, why would he wish to break the very thing that attracted him so much? "Then hear my punishment, Kiera." His voice rose to the strong timbre of authority. With these words her punishment
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would be declared and she would know what was expected of her and the reasons for it. "In front of three witnesses, you challenged my law and interfered with the execution of my punishment. Because your challenge was not for personal gain, and was done from the heart, your punishment will reflect this as well." He reached over to her and cupped her face in his hand, turning it towards him so she could see his eyes. "Between now and the next full Moon, I will place upon you three orders; one for each witness to your challenge. If you fail to comply with any of these orders, you will surrender all claim to being my mate, and you will once again be alone. Speak to me. Do you understand, Kiera?" Kiera found herself holding her breath. She needed to trust Amris was a fair man and a worthy Pack Master. He had already proven his ability to be cold and exacting, yet with her he had been stern yet tender. She was feeling her way through the uncertainty of so intimate a relationship with a damn near complete stranger. She did not understand yet how his mind worked or what he may or may not demand of her. Still, she was never one to back down from a challenge and that was exactly how she saw this punishment. Perhaps this was his own test to see if she was truly worthy to be mated to a Pack Master? Either way, she would strive to do her best and prove her own worth. Straightening her shoulders, she bowed her head respectfully. "I understand." Amris nodded at her acquiescence. "Then let this be your first order. This morning, in front of those very witnesses, I kissed you as a Pack Master with his mate. Now, Kiera, I wish
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to receive a kiss, from my mate, that is deserving of a Pack Master." Kiera started in surprise. This was certainly not what she expected. Amris continued to be an enigma to her, which, though exciting for each experience was new and unexpected, was also troubling. She shoved the worries to the back of her mind and smiled softly. "A kiss? I think I might like your idea of punishment." Amris shook his head. "It must not be a simple kiss. You are betrothed to a Pack Master. Show me you understand what that means." Her eyes twinkled as she stepped forward, her hands grasping the front of his shirt and pulling him towards her. As her mouth began to nibble at the corner of his lips, her hands came up to run through his hair, combing it back. Her body was pressed lightly against his, still dressed from the night before. The inside of the leather jacket brushed her still sensitive nipples, feeding the passion within her for her betrothed. When her lips shifted to his, covering them fully, it was a tender, gentle kiss. A kiss of exploration and testing. She kissed him as she wanted to and hoped he wanted as well. The tip of her tongue probed at his lips, seeking entrance. She would not force her way in, waiting for him to accept and allow her before continuing. Her tongue was wet and smooth, and so tasty. As it pressed against his mouth, Amris parted his lips and allowed her tongue inside. His hands slipped over her hips to the bare
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skin under her leather jacket, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin under his fingertips. Now that he was open to her, Kiera was able to deepen the kiss. She shared with him the unbridled passion he had awakened within her the night before. She kissed him as she had never kissed another. She poured herself into the kiss. Giving as well as taking. Her tongue swept across his, exploring him; sliding against his, wrapping around it in a near loving embrace. She was unable to contain the sigh of contentment when he returned the favor. Her desire had gone out of control. The kiss had gone beyond mere lust. It had gone beyond the physical need to have him. Kiera opened her heart and soul to him with that kiss, sharing with him everything she had and was. Amris slipped one hand from under her jacket to twine itself in her hair. He did not want her to leave him now. Her mouth was warm and wet, and her desire flooded through him like a tidal wave. Within that desire was everything she was. Her soul, her spirit, her very being was being surrendered to him through the intimate touch of her lips. Once more, it was only their need to breathe, to inhale as much oxygen as possible that forced them apart, but this time, it was only for a moment. Then their mouths closed again, and with eyes closed, Amris filled himself with her, taking everything she gave him. Kiera moaned into the kiss, forgetting this was supposed to be punishment. Forgetting what she was supposed to be doing or why. It was far too potent a kiss to stop with just one. His touch was light yet his hands felt glorious against her
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bare skin. She wanted to push him back against a nearby tree and rub her body against his, nuzzling him in the affectionate manner of their wolfen cousins. His hand closed over her breast and he squeezed it, gently pinching the nipple in his fingers. His mouth left hers, and shifted to her throat. He needed to break the kiss. He needed to regain control. He needed a moment to clear his head and think. But all he could think of was that kiss, and the lust and desire that it promised. He pulled her back to the SUV, and they climbed into the back seat once more. Then he looked over to her and smiled. "Kiera..." His voice was clear, and the smile that touched his lips went to his eyes as well, "strip for me ... I want to see your naked beauty, in the full light of day. This is your second order." Kiera's eyes flew open and her body jolted. She was not sure she had heard him correctly, having been so lost in the splendor of the kiss. She started to say something, though whether it would have been a protest or request for clarification, Kiera could not have said at the time. Meeting his eyes as he watched her expectantly, she knew she had not misheard. To hesitate or protest now would cost her everything. Her eyes nervously shifted to glance out the window. There was no sign of any other cars on this stretch of road but she did not trust one not to come along at a moment's notice. Silas stood a little ways off, pretending to be looking for something in the tall grass. Her pride was nothing compared to what could be lost at its expense.
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She was not a prude by any stretch, nor was Kiera uncomfortable in her own body. However, she was not an exhibitionist either. Biting her lip nervously she shifted again, sliding farther back and across his lap until her back was pressed against the door. Reaching across them both, she slipped off the boots. Next came her jeans and underwear, though that was a bit more difficult. Finally she unzipped her jacket and slipped it off, letting it slide from her fingertips onto the floorboard of the SUV. Looking up she met his eyes again. "Now what?" she asked lacing her fingers over her stomach. She swallowed, wetting her suddenly dry mouth as she waited for her next and final instruction of penance. Amris' eyes glittered as he watched her follow his directions to the letter. At first, he had been certain she was going to refuse him. But when she had started removing her boots he knew she was his. Having her strip meant more than just being naked in front of him. By submitting to his request, she may as well have bared her soul and offered him everything. He leaned over and collected her clothes and pushed them behind him, so that she would not be able to try to recover them without going through him first. Kiera's eyes widened at his action, she had to bite her lip hard to keep the protest from leaping out of her, nearly drawing blood. Then Amris reached into the back of the SUV and drew out a blanket. It was clean and had been folded and tossed in the back as part of an emergency kit by the SUVs previous owners. Opening it up he gestured for her to join him underneath its folds.
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"Come to me, my mate. Share the heat of your body with me. Last night, I couldn't appreciate you the way I had hoped to be able to. The Fever was too strong. Now I wish to enjoy the touch of your body, without the shackles of the Fever interfering." Eagerly she dove under the cover of the blanket. It did not make sense to her for him to have her strip, only to allow her cover again. She was not about to question him though, afraid he would see it as a form of refusal. She moved so she was sitting next to him on the seat, between his body and the door she had been pressed against pulling the blanket up to her chin. Naked and vulnerable in every sense, she curled against him, her head resting on his chest as she looked up at him. "You have to admit, the Fever gave us a hell of a first time." She chuckled, trying to make him smile. He smiled down at her. "It was an exhilarating first time." He kissed her lips gently. "It was also an excellent sample of things to come." Underneath the cover of the blanket one hand held her against him between her shoulders while his other hand glided over her smooth thigh stopping at the curve of her hip, his fingertips sliding over her naked buttocks. "We will have a lot of opportunity to repeat that in the future." His eyes twinkled with a hint of deviltry, and then he kissed her neck. He moved his hand off her hip to roll down the window. "Silas!" He called the young man over. "We need to get moving again. Drive." [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 7 Kiera whimpered softly, moving even closer. His feather light touch had her skin tingling yet when he gave the order for them to resume their travel, her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Did he intend to keep her naked for the rest of the trip? One hand clutched the blanket tighter to her as she turned her face into his chest while Silas got back into the driver's seat. The young man's senses were as acute as any Lycan's and he was no fool to what was happening in the back seat. If anything, Amris' actions only served to add to the legend building in Silas' mind. Kiera had always been the strong female, the tough one that the other males had hardly had any opportunity to spend any physical time with. Now, in less than a day, his new Pack Master had her on his lap wriggling in pleasure. What a wolf! "Right away, Master Amris." Once the SUV was moving again and Amris' window had been closed, his hand went back under the covers to gently cup her breast. "Now," he smiled as he kissed her mouth for a moment, "where were we?" Kiera was mortified. Couldn't he have waited until they were in total privacy? No, that would not have been effective for punishment. That he could exert his will over her so completely, regardless of where they were, was the lesson he was teaching her. If she could have, she would have slid behind him, using his body to shield hers. Or would she? His
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hands felt so good on her skin, she didn't have the strength to pull away from him completely. "How ... far do we have to go?" She asked cautiously, choosing her words carefully. "Only as far as Brown County." Amris smiled. He knew that wasn't the real question she was asking, but he was in such a good mood suddenly, he felt it was time to tease her a bit. "It's only another fifty miles down the road. As long as Silas stays on the speed limit and doesn't attract attention, we should be there in an hour or so." Then his fingers glided over her skin to cup her breast and he squeezed it, enjoying the sharp intake of breath from Kiera's throat. "And Kiera, how far are you willing to go?" His question was a soft whisper against her lips that culminated in a deep kiss. As he kissed her, his fingers slid from the curve of her breast to her rock hard nipple, and he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. His mouth on hers cut off Kiera's answer. An hour!? Could she withstand this gentle teasing of her body for an hour? He seemed to be enjoying toying with her, as if she were his own personal plaything. Perhaps she was. She couldn't deny she wasn't enjoying it. Her legs rubbed restlessly together as she took the kiss deeper still. Under the blanket, her hands worked free the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his naked skin against hers. Her back arched, pushing her breast deeper into his hand, and then pulled back. The increase of pressure on her own nipple sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She knew the answer he wanted. Could she submit to him completely?
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Could she give him what he so obviously wanted? She had to, there was no choice. The warrior in her rebelled at the idea of submission in any form. The woman, though, embraced giving herself to Amris in all ways. The two warred within her in a brief yet vicious struggle, over almost as soon as it had begun. Finally breaking the kiss, it was the woman who murmured against his lips, "However far you choose to take me." For reply, Amris simply moved her closer to his body and sighed into her mouth as her fingers ran over his chest. His right hand was busy at her breast, teasing it and pinching it, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh in his palm. His left hand slipped from her shoulders to her buttocks and he cupped the flesh there, squeezing it and kneading it, enjoying the soft moans his touch brought from her lips. Her sigh was soft and low and he enjoyed the feeling of power she was giving him with her absolute surrender. Once again, his senses filled with her essence and he quickly became intoxicated with her. By the moon and stars, Kiera thought, he is driving me insane. She forgot they were not alone, or in the back of an SUV barreling down the highway. She forgot her fears and insecurities. She forgot everything except Amris' touch. His lips on hers, his fingers exploring her most sensitive areas. He was building a fire within her that was far stronger than the Fever could ever hope to be. The Fever was like a forest inferno, blazing with near destructive fury, then gone. This was a simmer, a slowly rising heat. It teased all her senses
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and had her moving restlessly against him, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch. The longer they kissed and touched each other, the more Amris' blood rose to a boil. Unable to restrain himself, his hand slipped from her breast to the cleft between her legs. She opened herself to his touch and within seconds, his finger had slipped between the moist folds of her sex. Now her sighs had turned to moans of pleasure and his sighs of excitement became mingled in hers. Kiera lifted her hips, turning so she was straddling his lap. Breaking the kiss, she nibbled and licked her way down his neck, catching the flesh between her teeth with a sharp little bite, then swirling her tongue over the area to soothe it. Her moans blew hot breath against his skin followed by a soft whimper when he moved his finger within her. Amris sighed in pleasure. He was supposed to be punishing her and she was driving him mad with her mouth. The hiss passed unbidden through his clenched teeth. His mouth turned to her own throat and he did not care that the blanket had slipped, only that his teeth had free access to nibble at her shoulder and exposed throat. He had to regain control of the moment and he knew there was only one way to do that. A second finger joined the first in her open sex, and then his thumb slid over the hard, red nub of her, invoking an immediate response. Even as his one hand worked at her sex, his other hand was at the side of her head, teasing and pulling gently at the loose strands of her hair.
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Kiera released his shoulder with a sharp gasp. Her body trembled under his assault. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against his chest and whimpered, trying to hold back the cry of ecstasy his touch invoked. Why she needed to hold back, she didn't remember, only knowing that she did. Her hand fell to the front of his pants, unfastening them clumsily. She wanted to touch him as intimately as he was touching her though it was hard to focus on her task. Her breathing was coming in short pants as her own scent filled the small cabin of the SUV, recognizable even to her. His voice was a harsh whisper. "Your hands on my shoulders. Now!" She was sweeping him along in the moment, and for a brief second he had almost allowed her some control. But that would have defeated the point of the punishment, and he needed to maintain his discipline. Kiera whined, a high pitched keening though soft in volume. Reluctantly she abandoned his zipper and raised both hands to rest on his shoulders, the whip of authority in his voice piercing the haze of need that filled her senses. It brought her crashing back to the here and now. He tried to ignore her whimper as she obeyed his direction, and instead concentrated on what his own hands were doing. His thumb continued its' task, and he could feel how hard her bud was under his hand. With his other hand, he closed it over her breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. "Now, Kiera..." He whispered into her ear. "Now..." His voice had lost its' edge now, as he gently rubbed her with his thumb. He continued coaxing her gently onward, to the pinnacle he knew she wanted.
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Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingernails digging into flesh. It was as if the softly spoken command opened a dam within her. Her hips rocked against his hand, working in concert with him to drive her beyond reason or thought. She moaned as the first shudders overtook her, jamming her lips onto his in a deep and demanding kiss, she mewed softly into his mouth. Her inner muscles tightened around his fingers. Her skin broke out in a fine sheen of sweat. Writhing in his lap she clung to him as he took her over the crest and into its' sensitive aftershocks. Her body was over sensitized, requiring only the slightest brush against her skin to send her into spasms. She heard a muffled moan, though whether it came from him or her, she couldn't determine. As her climax exploded over her, Amris closed his mouth on hers, meeting her as she moved toward him. Her moan filled his mouth and her whole body vibrated and shook with her release. His fingers were coated in the fluid of her sex and she was still shaking and rocking on him even as her moans subsided. To give her a moment to compose herself, Amris withdrew his fingers from her sex and looked up. He met Silas' eyes in the rear view mirror and the look of astonishment on the young man's face could not flee fast enough. He'd been caught watching, and he knew it. They had gone farther than Amris intended when he began this game, but he could not stop now any more than he could stop his heart from beating. He needed more and knew they would be surrounded by Pack members the minute they
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reached the Grey Core. Though it meant even more of a delay in reaching the Pack, he wanted Kiera all to himself right now and took advantage of the opportunity Silas presented. "Pull over Silas ... into that copse of trees." The SUV bounced off road about thirty meters and Silas turned the engine off. "Now, young man. You will get out, and find somewhere you can watch the road, about a hundred meters away. Make sure there are no Hunters on our trail. And give us some privacy." Silas nodded quickly and almost fled the SUV, slamming his door closed in the process. It was going to be damned impossible for him to forget what he'd just witnessed. Kiera had been the strongest, toughest, most aloof bitch in the pack, and Amris had her crying out like a wanton she-wolf! No one was going to believe him. No one. By the Moon's light, who could he even tell!? Once Silas had left, Amris reached behind himself and pulled out a shoe and a sock, and placed them on the front seat. He stroked her hair, and kissed her face and told her how beautiful she was. Then he had her sit across from him and open the blanket. "The first one was for me, brought on by my hand. Now my love, I wish to see you pleasure yourself. Touch yourself, so that I can learn how best to please you." Kiera's eyes went wide and she started to shake her head, only barely catching herself in time. To deny him, would end it all. She would be alone. Though she had started after her brother's killer with the cold acceptance it would make her a lone wolf, she had also recognized it as a death sentence. She
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would only survive as long as she stayed one step ahead of the Hunters. Men and women she had fought with and knew. It was an impossible situation. Die or kill one she had considered friend. "Can't we just..." Amris' expression hardened, stopping Kiera in mid sentence. He would not be dissuaded. Without another word she turned so her back was against the door. Her feet were placed flat on the seat. Laying the back of her head against the window, she closed her eyes. Though she knew he was there and watching, it was easier if she did not see him. Her cheeks burned bright red as her hands pushed her knees apart until one was against the back of the seat and the other hung off the seat completely. Her hands left her knees to rest on her own shoulders, close to her neck. Slowly she ran them down her body, sliding over her breasts, across her stomach and down to her hips. Like any other wild animal, she enjoyed being petted. Sliding her hands back up her torso, she cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she caught her nipples between her fingers. They were still sensitive from Amris' touch and it wasn't long before she was moaning softly. Leaving one hand to play with her breasts, the other slid down to her still wet core. It too was still sensitive, more so than it had ever been. The lightest of touches was enough to have her squirming in the seat. Amris' eyes glowed with a dim fire. She was beautiful. Amris could think of no other word to describe her. It was more than her physical beauty, it was everything about her. Her spirit. Her energy. The desires from within that flowed
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from her like a soft wave on a beach. He had almost caved in when she asked if she had to perform for him. He had never asked this of another woman, and he had certainly never done what he was doing today with anyone else. Kiera alone had brought out the strongest, most powerful urges in him, and he found he couldn't help himself. So he had remained silent, hoping against hope that his will was sufficient to make her submit. And now, here she was, pleasing herself just as he'd asked. She was beautiful under his gaze. Then as he watched her, he was startled to find he was getting jealous. He was jealous of her body, to receive that pleasure from her. He wanted it to be his body she touched. His chest that she teased. His sex that she manipulated so passionately. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened in a silent scream and he knew she was so close. Her fingers slid over her sex with practiced skill and he was excited more than he had ever known he would be. She was giving him this gift, of watching this most intimate act, and his heart swelled even more within his chest. Her breathing was rapidly accelerating, and her hips were forcing themselves up into her stroking fingers totally of their own accord. The SUV was filled with the scent of her arousal and Amris felt it fill him as well. He could not control his reaction. She had done as he had asked. She had given him this wonderful gift, and although it was not necessary, Amris had to give her something in return. Silently crouching forward, he waited until the perfect moment. Then, when her back was arched, and her lips were
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spread with her fingers, and her sex was open before him, he moved forward and stabbed into her core with his tongue. Kiera screamed, virtually coming apart with the extra stimulation. She had not quite forgotten he was there. Amris had been a silent presence she had pushed to the back of her mind yet part of her was constantly aware he was there and watching. The spasms that rocked her nearly knocked her off the seat. It was incredible. She felt as if she would be ripped apart by the sheer force alone. Moon and stars, what a way to go. His hands gripped under the cheeks of her buttocks as she struggled in his grip, but his tongue was probing and licking and teasing her sex even as he drank her in and tasted her fully. Her release was soon followed by another, and then another. Turning and twisting in his hands, Kiera could not help her body's reaction to him. Her hips bucked in his hands, riding his tongue. Her fingers worked her own sex, driving herself on. It was more than a compulsion. More than a desire for self-gratification. More than the physical act at all. Above and beyond it all, she wanted to please Amris. He had shown her a possibility for the future through this punishment. True, she would think twice before acting against him in front of witnesses again, which was his intended point. Yet it went beyond that. He had challenged her in a way no other had and she found within herself a desire to meet his challenges head on. He had awakened a sexual awareness in her, one that would only ever be satisfied by him. Still there was more.
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Not only had he given her the opportunity for safety and a place within his pack. There was an underlying promise, never spoken or acknowledged. Amris was the kind of man who would go to the ends of the earth to assure his mate's happiness. Her happiness. He had whispered endearments to her that she did not deserve, yet warmed her heart anyway. There was a certain look in his eyes that set off butterflies in Kiera's stomach, making her feel as if she was the only woman in the world. Opening her eyes a crack, she looked down at him seeing that look even now. It sent her into the most explosive orgasm yet. She lost all control only able to ride the crest of the tidal wave. The scream that ripped from her filled the cabin, rattling the windows. One hand found purchase on the back of the passenger seat while the other the back of the seat she was sitting on. There was a rip of material as her claws dug in, leaving deep gouges in both. As her peak washed over her, Amris savored every ounce, every inch, and every element of her climax. When she finally stopped trembling in his hands he moved up along her body. His kisses were soft on her belly,but moist and wet. His tongue circled her navel before he probed it gently with the tip of his tongue. His teeth grazed over her skin, nipping and biting gently at her trembling form. Kiera's claws retracted into human hands again. She knew from experience, extreme emotion could bring on a partial change without her bidding it. The damage could be devastating, though unintended. Quickly her control over herself returned to her allowing her to run her fingers through his dark hair with in a gentle caress
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of encouragement. She was fairly glowing, feeling the warmth not just in her blood but in her very soul. Every gasp, every moan, every sigh was a symphony of pleasure in his ears. All he wanted to do was drive her to make that symphony sound, over and over again. His mouth closed on hers and he tasted her anew. It was strange and somehow fitting to taste herself on Amris' tongue. To her, the few sexual encounters she'd had were just sex. There was no involvement beyond the need of her body. Even then, she had been selective about her partners, unwilling to compromise her standards. The intimacy of tasting and being tasted in such a carnal way was foreign to her. Of course she had heard stories from the other females when the conversation turned to sex, as it seemed too frequently. However she had no real experience at it. Amris had opened a new door, one that would never be closed again. The sighs of pleasure and moans of desire became mixed within the closed space of the vehicle. His hands went to the side of Kiera's head and he held her face, as gently as he could while his mouth attacked hers. Their tongues fought and battled against each other, each trying to master their opposite, but neither caring how long the battle raged. Amris pulled back from her mouth, his eyes gleaming and bright, and he could see his own want and need reflected in Kiera's gorgeous orbs. He had wanted to look in her eyes, and see that she was being pleasured as much as he. And it was there! By the light of the moon, it was there!
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Then he lowered his mouth to hers once more, and every fiber of his need fueled his kiss. Kiera would have thought she could take no more, but Amris was proving her wrong. Testing her, challenging her yet once again. She needed to feel him, his bare skin against hers. Pushing his shirt open, she leaned into him, pressing their chests together. It was like heaven. She sighed into the kiss, a sound of pure contentment. It still wasn't enough. Her hands moved farther down. Before he knew what she was about, she had freed him from his jeans and guided him to her willing entrance. She needed him buried so deep in her he might never get out. Needed to bring him to the point of pleasure filled pain she had been riding for the last several minutes. Raising her hips with one hard thrust, she took him into her completely with a moan. It seemed to Amris as if the tryst that he had been planning had moved swiftly beyond either of their controls. He had been hoping to manipulate and maneuver Kiera into a position where she would have to make her choices in their play and recognize his authority while she did so. Now, it seemed that exercise had become futile. Because now it seemed any choices to be made had already been made for them both. As she settled onto him, burying him inside her, his sigh of sheer contentment could not be restrained. Her mouth closed over his and then he felt her move. She was teasing him now, but it was such a delightful tease, he could hardly object. When her teeth pulled at his lip, he followed her pull. When her hands laced in his hair, and she squeezed down on his
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shaft with her sex, he couldn't control the sounds of pleasure that escaped his lips. His mouth was on her throat and the tasty salt of sweat that lightly covered her bare chest. He wanted to touch her everywhere, but he settled for a hand on her butt, and one on her breast, squeezing and kneading them with barely restrained control. The slow, languid ride was Kiera's way of drawing out the pleasure for them both. She loved the little sounds coming from him, her hands trailing over his body to find each sensitive spot. She adjusted her speed and angle, learning his preferences for herself. When she made use of her inner muscles intentionally, it brought a wonderful groan from him that sent a shiver down her spine. Quite unexpectedly, she found great pleasure to be found in pleasing Amris. Her mate. After suffering for too long through her gentle and persuasive torture, Amris had had enough. With a growl of lust and need, he grasped her by the hips, picked her up and rolled them both over, pressing her back to the seat of the SUV. Kiera gasped in surprise then laughed like a school girl. She had found his limit and it pleased her immensely to be able to push him beyond it. And he didn't seem to be complaining either. Her eyes danced with merriment as her hands slid up his back. "Mmmm, you feel so good. My proud, strong protector. My mate." The last was said with a warmth in her voice even she had never heard before. Amris had touched a place in her that would forever be reserved for him. No matter how it turned out now.
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My mate. She had finally admitted it to herself. Amris had heard her pledge herself to him last night, and he had accepted the pledge. But the Pack Master was no fool. He had known that her acceptance was as much one of necessity as it was of honest desire. But now, he knew it was fully in her heart and he couldn't help but smile and laugh with her. "You feel so good. My beautiful, desirable woman. My mate." He echoed the sentiment back at her as he started moving. His body was hard and muscular and he had no trouble moving in such a confined space. His arms were braced like the trunks of a tree next to her body and his thrusts were strong and powerful. But they didn't dissuade Kiera from active participation in the slightest, and he delighted in feeling her move beneath him as she worked to meet his thrusts and share as much of herself as she could with his loving. His strong, hard thrusts eased the ache that had been building since he had spread the blanket across them. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, adding her own force to the coming together of their bodies. It was not the single minded joining of the Fever. Nor was it the tender exploration of learning a new lover. This was the joining of two people suddenly comfortable with themselves and each other. It meant more than either of their previous times, regardless of the fact they were in the back seat of an SUV. As he continued to love her, Amris was suddenly struck with the feeling of being a young teenage human male. Here he was, making love to his chosen one in the back seat of a car. Her clothes were scattered all over the cab of the vehicle,
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and his own pants were down at his knees. It made him want to laugh, but instead he simply kissed her. Then he kissed her again. Then again. And he kept kissing her until he felt the familiar tingle and he knew his climax was upon him. His mouth closed on hers, because he wanted to taste her breath when he came. As the moment came upon him, he pushed himself into her as deeply as he could and released himself within her, sighing with pleasure into her open mouth. Kiera felt her own orgasm build and build yet she held back, wanting them to reach that pinnacle together. She swallowed his sigh and gave him a moan in response. At the first feeling of his seed filling her, she let go. Her body accepting him, working him, milking him. She rode him through his own release, their mouths fused to each other. As Amris' climax subsided, Kiera collapsed against the seat like a wrung out dishrag. She would sleep well tonight. Still, she couldn't stop stroking him, her fingertips running lazily up and down his back. She loved the feel of him over her, his larger body blanketing her own without crushing her. He was always so careful of her without seeming to be. True the brutal pounding she had taken the night before couldn't be classified as gentle, but even then he had been careful. Finally she broke the kiss, looking up into his eyes. She could fall into those chocolate depths all too easily, losing herself in them. "One of these days, maybe we'll eventually make it into a bed." Her voice was light and teasing, and something more. She couldn't help but laugh, and he joined her with a smile that touched his eyes and filled her heart.
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Chapter 8 With his release behind him, Amris lowered himself to her body, resting above her on his elbows. He liked the way she wrapped her legs over his own. He liked the way her fingers felt in his hair and he liked the way his body tingled at her touch. He especially liked the way she smiled and laughed when they were done. It made him feel comfortable with her, and it gave him a sense that she was just as comfortable with him. "A bed? What a curious idea..." He chuckled with her. "I just happen to know where we can find one. It is a little small, though, so we'll probably have to sleep really, really close." He felt her belly move when she chuckled with him and the feeling was strangely erotic. "Is that supposed to be a problem?" Kiera laughed again, kissing him lightly. He was about to add more when they heard the sharp bark of a dog near the SUV. Amris looked up and saw Silas running back towards the SUV. When Silas reached the vehicle, he didn't look inside. Instead, he looked off to the west as he explained his sudden return. "There are Lycan in those woods, sir." His eyes were bright as he thought of the upcoming battle and a true chance to prove himself in front of Amris. "I didn't recognize the scents, but there are at least three of them. Maybe more." "Meet them halfway between the woods and the car. Give us time to ready ourselves." Amris and Kiera quickly dis128
engaged from each other, and Amris began struggling to get back into his pants. "We'll have to make sure we're not always interrupted by someone trying to find us, too." "A bed and a door with a really big lock." Kiera grabbed at her clothes from behind the seat. There was no way in hell she was going out there in the buff, nor was she allowing herself to be left behind. Kiera was not one to hide from confrontation. If the newcomers were from Fenris' pack, she would stand by her Pack Master and meet them head on. She found herself resentful of the intrusion into the quiet, intimate moment of teasing. Pillow talk evidently was not on the agenda for today. "A really, really big lock." Amris was grinning, the idea of possibly having to fight for his life in the next few minutes not even distracting him. He was confident not only in his own abilities, but also in Kiera's as well. Silas was still an unknown, though he had to assume the pup had some skills or Carlos would not have brought him along on the Hunt. She remained reclined, hidden by the door and under the window as she wiggled into her jacket. Her mind was already switching gears into battle mode making her motions smooth and fluid as she sat up once the jacket was zipped and moved into her pants. It was a little cramped with both of them dressing in the small space, yet they did not bump into each other. It was as if they had done this a thousand times before. Once dressed, she gave Amris a short, sharp nod. The laughing, teasing woman that had lain under him moments before was gone, replaced by the capable warrior ready for battle.
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Amris was about to order her to stay hidden, but that would have been an unnecessary insult. She was a Huntress and would be a Mistress of the Pack. More so, she was his chosen one, and he would not belittle her by ignoring her abilities. "If it gets to a fight," he told her, "stay behind me on my left hand side. I respond slower in that direction and I'll need you to cover me." It was a deliberate vote of his confidence in her, which her responding nod indicated she did not miss. "What about Silas? What are his skills in combat?" As the leader, it fell to Amris to know the strengths and weaknesses of his team. Silas was still an unknown in many ways. "He's fast." Kiera answered at once. "Faster than any Lycan I've known." She allowed herself a smile. "Probably faster than even you, Amris." Amris nodded. "Very well, he'll serve as point then if we have to fight. We give him our support." Amris slipped out the driver's side of the SUV, and left the door open for Kiera to climb out of the confining space. She landed lightly on her feet and immediately moved to position herself at his left. Lifting her face to the wind, she inhaled deeply, tasting each scent. None were familiar other than Silas and Amris. It would have been of some comfort to identify at least one of the scents. As it was, she had no idea if those approaching were friend, foe or neutral. As a unit they joined Silas just as the first of the unexpected guests filtered out of the woods. Amris was pleased to see that Silas had immediately stepped between himself and the strangers, ready to take
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whatever attack they might deliver on his own. However, he was equally pleased to see that their preparations were not necessary. "Khefris! Abram! It is good to see you!" He called out to the first two Lycan to emerge from the tree line. Khefris smiled when he saw Amris and the man was unable to hide his relief at the sight of his Master. "It is good to find you safe, Amris." He looked pointedly at Kiera and Silas. "You are safe, are you not, Lord?" Like any Lycan, Khefris left little doubt as to the explosive energy he was keeping in check. Both Silas and Kiera knew it would take a single word or the slightest signal from Amris, and Khefris and Abram would be on them in an instant. Kiera, though relieved to hear Amris address the two by name, held herself ready for attack. It was not through lack of trust in the Pack Master, but in lack of knowledge of those facing them. She recognized Khefris by name, having heard it before at Pack Gatherings and as Amris' companion when he visited the Lunatier Pack. The other she did not know at all. She felt eyes on her from a distance and squared her shoulders. They were being watched. Silas had caught whiff of three or more yet only two stood here now. Where were the others and why did they not show themselves? Kiera's hackles rose and she shifted to the balls of her feet. "I am safe, Khefris. You need not worry. The lad is named Silas. He has joined our Pack and is to be made welcome." Khefris and Abram shifted their stance at once. Although less threatening than earlier, they both now understood at once that another male had come into the Pack. How powerful and
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dangerous he was and if he posed a threat to their women, was yet to be determined. They would welcome him, for now, only because Amris had ordered it. Silas, for his part, also shifted his stance to one of defense. These were two new males. Possible allies. Possible enemies. He knew they were sizing him up in the same manner he was studying them, and in time they may be friends. Nevertheless, for now, caution was his watchword. Amris was still talking, seemingly oblivious to the reactions of the males, though in reality he was all too familiar with them. Caution was second nature to his kin and kept them alive and alert. "And this lady is Kiera. My selected mate and your future Pack Mistress." The shock and horror that crossed the male's faces was almost comical. If Kiera had not been worried about the unseen watchers, she would have burst out laughing. Then the pain of their reaction settled in. She had no delusions the difficulty involved in being a Pack Master's mate. However, she was not prepared for the disbelief that met his introduction of her. Her face betrayed none of her emotion, only her eyes reflected the sadness within and those were quickly shuttered. Kiera relaxed her stance from attack to defense, tilting her chin up slightly. Her brow rose coolly as she crossed her arms over her chest. Eyes shifted from Abram to Khefris and back again, challenging them to give voice to their misgivings. Khefris was the first to acknowledge her, his surprise and shock at Amris' words pushed out of the way. "I knew you had left on a matter of import, Amris,but I didn't suspect the
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nature of it." He was trying to be as polite as possible, but both Amris and Kiera could tell he was not asking the question that would no doubt be on the mind of the entire Pack at large once it was known Amris had chosen a mate. There is a Hunt Mark on her that did not exist before. Are you sure you're doing the right thing? "It was a necessary secrecy, Khefris. But it's not like you or Horus weren't aware of my feelings." Amris responded casually with a shrug. Khefris nodded. "True enough." Then Khefris changed the conversation slightly, grinning at Silas and his obvious protective stance, he asked with a chuckle, "And what of this pup? I didn't know we were in the habit of taking in strays!" Kiera was not sure how she felt at learning she had been a topic of discussion. It bothered her on one level and pleased her on another. She made a mental note to ask Amris about that later, when they were alone. Her eyes scanned the tree line again and the fine hairs on her neck stood on end. One of those still hidden was unhappy. Not only with her presence but also with Amris' announcement of what she was to be. Amris laughed with Khefris and placed his hand on Silas' shoulder to keep the lad under control. "We still aren't, Khef. Silas has aided Kiera and I with some difficulty and been a supportive guard when we needed one. He's earned his place." Silas relaxed somewhat though remained on the alert. He stiffened slightly when Khefris drew the attention to him, but at Amris' words of praise he couldn't help the smile. To be spoken of so highly by his hero was a point of pride.
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Abram had watched the entire exchange with hooded eyes. It seemed now he knew why Amris had not selected his daughter as a mate. Though Diedre was a beautiful wolf on her own, it seemed the Pack Master liked his women a little earthier. The scent of their recent mating was not lost on the older Lycan and he immediately disliked Kiera. She was obviously a vixen and likely had sought a high position in the Pack through her sexual favors. It was quite possible she was also a bitch, in every sense of the word. As proficient as she must obviously be in providing sexual favor, he was still disappointed in the Pack Master. He would have expected Amris to be smart enough to see through that type of connivance. "We were wondering where you had gone, Master Amris. The Pack has been searching for you since yesterday evening." Abram didn't even look at Kiera. "Recall the searchers then, Abram. Announce a meet at the Grey Rock. It is time for the Pack to meet Kiera." Amris was frowning while he made the order. If he had known he would be gone so long, he would have left word with Khefris. He had honestly not thought it necessary at the time nor did he have the inclination to explain himself now. He should have expected Abram's disapproval though, and prepared for it. Kiera watched the two closely without a word. Khefris though shocked, did not seem to object overmuch. She was a stranger to most of the Pack, though she had met a few here or there and could understand his reluctance.
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Abram however, was a different story. He would not meet her eyes, ignoring her completely. Kiera was not one to throw her weight around or demand a respect she had not earned. If he chose not to acknowledge her, it did not affect her in the slightest. She would not force him to. It was obvious from the outset he disapproved of her as Amris' choice. How that might affect them in the long run, was the question. Another thing to ask Amris later, when they were alone. Finally she was unable to keep her silence any longer. "The others," she said shortly, her head tilting toward the tree line where her nose told her the others waited. "Are they with you?" Khefris nodded. "Not all the searchers, only a few. But we are the only Hunters in the woods today." He glanced to the tree line, giving her some measure of relief that those unseen watchers were part of Khefris' hunting party. "I will send a runner from our team to gather the other groups. We will meet you at Grey Rock in an hour?" Amris nodded. "That's fine." He started to turn back to the SUV then stopped as if he had suddenly thought of something. "Take Silas with you, Khef. Introduce him to the other males. He will need to learn who the members of the Pack are, and if you reach Grey Rock before us ... take the time to get to know your new Pack member." It seemed as if the tone used implied his direction was a gentle suggestion, but it was clearly an order none the less. Silas seemed a little skeptical to be leaving Kiera and Amris behind, but he was not about to say anything. Before they left, Amris brought Khefris and Abram over to the SUV where
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he proceeded to tear into shreds the blanket that he and Kiera had just shared. It actually pained him to do so, because that union had been special to him, but he had other motives and reasons that were more important than his own feelings. Kiera watched, unwilling to show how much it bothered her to watch him destroy the first real piece of memorabilia they had of their relationship. She gritted her teeth and her expression hardened instead. Her heart went out to Silas who clearly felt as if he was being sent away. It would not do the young man any good for her to show him sympathy in front of the others. He was better off being left in the care of Khefris. "Take these strips to the Pack and make sure they become familiar with her scent. I don't want her bothered by anyone who claims they didn't know her." Amris ordered his second in command as he handed over the scraps of material. Khefris just shrugged and took the half dozen strips before nodding and gathering Silas to his side. "Well, let's get the rest of the Pack then, lad." Silas was obviously upset at leaving Amris behind, but he was a good wolf and knew his place. When Khefris led him and Abram back into the woods, Silas went without complaint. Once they had gone, Amris allowed himself a smile. "That went well." Then he threw his head back and laughed. "Do you have any idea how insane Carlos and Hector's Hunters are going to be when they get here and find seven different scents to follow?" Then he could not hold it in, tilting his head
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back he laughed again. "And I just know they won't be able to resist following Silas, so that should give us even greater separation between those Hunters and our destination." Then he looked at her and added in a more serious tone. "And a much greater chance to actually talk in private." Kiera's serious composure broke and she laughed at the mental picture as well, circling the front of the SUV to slide into the passenger seat. The cabin still smelled enough of them both for her to sigh contentedly. At least she had the memory. No one could touch that, or shred it to pieces. That would have to be enough for her. Considering how much she had left behind in taking flight, she tried to convince herself that the blanket was really inconsequential. "Oh? And what do we have to talk about Master?" Her voice took on a light note, teasing at the use of his title. As his mate, she would be expected to show him the proper respect, yet the use of his title would not be expected or necessary. To her, he would be first and foremost her mate, the titles and prestige of his station would be secondary. He smiled at her light tone as he put the SUV into gear and rolled back onto the highway. "We have a lot to talk about, Kiera." Then he sighed. "And not all of it pleasant, I'm afraid." [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 9 Kiera's smile faltered and she turned in the seat to look at him. Facing whatever unpleasantness he had in mind head on as was her nature. Mentally and emotionally she braced herself. Whatever was on Amris' mind to bring that tone to his voice, it would have to be something he knew she would not like. She had already learned that much about him. He tabbed the window catch and rolled the window down partway. It would serve to dispel some of their scents and send them scattered on the wind, hopefully confounding the Hunters even further. He found it interesting that his first exposure to her strong scent last night had brought on the Fever, but his enclosed and concentrated exposure to her even stronger scent only served to keep his senses on edge. It was as if, now that she had passed the Fever with him, her presence only served to keep his senses sharp and his wit alert. That was proving to be a definite asset of late! Now it was time to try and get to the bottom of everything that seemed to be happening around them. And unfortunately for Kiera, they all seemed to centre around one thing. "Tell me about your brother Adric." Kiera winced, folding into herself with a sharp intake of breath as if accepting a blow. It was still hard to think about Adric, much less to talk about him. Even at the funeral, she had refused to be drawn into conversation about the deceased. Her memories were her own and she cherished them above every other one of her possessions. They were
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private, not to be spread as so much gossip among the mourners. She turned away, straightening in her seat to look out the window through a fine sheen of tears. Tears that had been held back for far too long, yet she still was not willing to shed yet. "I know it's painful, love, but the more I know, the better I can protect you ... and our Pack." With one hand on the wheel, his other hand reached over to hers, holding it in his grip and gently squeezing it. Through his touch, he tried to impart as much of his strength as he could, knowing the subject was more than a little difficult for her. Kiera knew he was right. Knew Amris would not have asked her if there had not been a very good reason for him needing to know. Her fingers laced though his and she gripped his hand tighter than she intended. Her voice was low and hoarse as she began to speak, all sign of light and laughter gone from her countenance. "Adric was the brightest spot in my life. He loved life and embraced it with both hands. Every day was a new adventure for him. He wasn't the best fighter ... not strong or fast ... and he had no taste for blood ... but I got good enough for us both so it was ok. He loved to draw and was very good. I have ... had some of his better work." She paused taking a deep breath to get her riotous emotions under control before continuing. Amris would need complete and coherent sentences if he was going to understand what she was trying to tell him. Amris nodded encouragement. "He was an artist, then." He gently squeezed her hand. "When the human population think of us in their own folklore, they tend to forget that we are
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thinking, rational creatures. They remember too many of their own legends and their notions of the blood thirsty beasts that haunt the night. Why shouldn't we enjoy art, or music, or poetry?" He paused a moment then asked her, "Pencils or paint?" "It seems our own kind forget that as well." Kiera sighed softly. "Because he was not as physical as most, he was seen to be weak. While my parents were alive, no one would challenge the Alpha's pup. After they died..." She shrugged. "I protected him. He used mostly pencils, the few times he had tried paint, the canvases were found strewn across the neighborhood, shredded. The frames broken. They broke the back door lock on our trailer one night while we were out." The memory of Adric's face that night was horrible. She shook her head and simply said, "After that, we kept his sketchbooks hidden." "What was he involved in before he died, Kiera?" It made no sense for someone to go to the lengths they had, and order an artist slain for no reason. Adric hardly sounded like a threat to anyone and even if he were, why not challenge him and be done with it? Kiera would have been upset, but Pack Law would have protected the victor. It didn't make sense to the Pack Master. Amris suspected from the start that Fenris knew something, or he would not have denied a Hunt of Vengeance. Still, Fenris would not have ordered one of his own small Pack killed in such an unorthodox manner, unless Fenris was inordinately stupid. Remembering his own misgivings about the Pack Leader, he frowned. Maybe stupid was giving him credit.
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Kiera was silent for a moment. "You know, we thought he had finally found his niche. Adric was brilliant. His IQ was probably higher than yours and mine combined. I've never met anyone smarter and he learned how to use it to the Pack's advantage." She fell quiet again before continuing. "He took on some of the more political duties of the Pack to take some of the pressure off Fenris. Fenris never has been very good at politics, and that's where Adric excelled. He had managed to negotiate an alliance between our Pack and Ryka's." She placed her free hand on her forehead and shook her head with a wan smile. "I still can't believe it. The scamp actually not only got in to see Ryka himself but negotiated with him directly." She lifted her head, eyes shining. "We were all so proud of him. Fenris threw a feast in Adric's honor. The entire Pack was there. Fenris even made a speech about how proud he was and how important Adric's skills were to the Pack as a whole. Adric didn't stop smiling the whole night. It was amazing. The next day ... he was gone." She ended on a pained whisper. Amris was surprised to hear of Ryka's possible involvement in this mess. The older Pack Master rarely worked with any other packs, and more often than not treated their presence in his territory as a direct threat to his rule. That Adric had been able to not only gain access into the territory, but also into conference with Ryka at all, spoke volumes for the lad. It also generated more questions about any motive someone may have had for ordering an assassination. It didn't make sense for Fenris to order the death of such a
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critical member of his Pack, and up until now, that's exactly what Amris had suspected. There had to have been something else, then. A different aspect of his death that would still have been sufficient to prompt Fenris to order a Hunt Mark against Kiera. They were missing something important, but Amris couldn't see what it was through all the other things that were pressing down around him. Was Ryka's involvement more than a seeming coincidence? "Once we finish in New Albany, then, we'll have to see Ryka ourselves. He may have information about why your brother was killed that could be important." As another Pack Master, Amris had the right to seek counsel with Ryka at any time. Just as Ryka could come to Amris at any time for assistance. It was a simple matter of equals talking over a problem. But the truth was that Pack Masters rarely sought counsel of any form with other Pack Masters. If you needed help from someone else to solve your problem, maybe you shouldn't be in charge ... that was the standard thinking in such matters. "But now we have a few things we can look into, Kiera. We have Jarvis, and his meeting in New Albany with Amris, and we have Ryka. That's two solid leads." He squeezed her hand in support. "We'll find out the truth, my love. Then you can exact your true vengeance." Kiera chuckled humorlessly. "Vengeance. Adric never believed in it. He used to tell me, just let it go, Kiki and then get so angry with me when I couldn't. Even after they ruined his beautiful paintings, he just wanted me to let it go." She
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grew quiet lost in her own thoughts, so deep into her memories she did not even realize she had let the old family nickname slip. "I can't just let it go." Kiera's voice was bitter at the thought of abandoning her brother's memory so easily. "It's like a virus eating away at me. He had such a bright future." She shook her head. "You know what eats at me the most? What I just can't get my head around ... Why him? He was no threat to anyone. If anyone it should have been me." She looked up, her eyes holding the total conviction of her beliefs. It wasn't so much a desire for death or self sacrifice as much as a genuine confusion. Amris had his own thoughts about that question, but he had no desire to voice them yet. One of them was that it had been Kiera who'd been the intended target, and the human had simply missed. But there were still too many unknowns that had to be resolved and sorted out for him to be certain of even that guess. The idea of her gone, before he had even had a chance to make his claim, unsettled him. His heart actually ached at the thought of her bright smile, extinguished like a candle. At the notion the laughter that filled him with such joy to hear, could have been silenced forever. Though they had been together such a short time, he could not imagine the rest of his life without Kiera in it. He needed to think about all this for a while before he could share his suspicions with anyone. "Okay. That's enough, Kiera. We can work with this." He turned onto a side road that would lead them just to the outskirts of Brown County and the gated community that he
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ran there with his Pack, and then he pulled over to the side of the gravel road. "I want to give the Pack time to talk to Silas before we get to Grey Rock," he explained, in answer to her raised eyebrow. "And I want to give us a chance to talk about us." He grinned tightly. "I have to admit, things are progressing a little quick for me right now, and even I'm feeling a little out of sorts. When I went to collect you last night, I had planned on bringing you back and using the time to get here to talk and get to know you." He actually blushed a bit when he added, "Asking you to be my mate seemed the most natural thing last night. I just wanted to protect you and keep you safe. But I just need to know I didn't act impulsively." His thoughts were coming out in a bit of a jumble, but maybe she would still be able to make sense of where he was headed. "When the Fever hit and you were there for me, I pretty much knew then that we had to stay together. Then you challenged me almost immediately, and I was really so angry at you ... you have no idea." He looked into her face and saw he had her complete attention. "I wanted to punish you then. As your Pack Master, I should have. But as Amris, I couldn't." He sighed. "That's what made me think of what form of punishment I needed to use, Kiera. I guess it was more a test of you and how you felt for me, than a punishment. Maybe I was testing myself." He shrugged. "In any event, you did everything I asked of you. And now, I find myself asking ... why did you? I saw your eyes, Kiera, and I saw how scared you were. But you still accepted me,
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and you allowed me to punish you, and I need to know, Kiera, before we reach Grey Rock, why?" It was an interesting question, and even now that it had been voiced, Kiera found she herself didn't have a complete answer. "I can't tell you why you asked me to be your mate, or whether that was an impulsive decision or not. You have to look inside yourself for the answer to that question. I guess the real question now is, whether or not you still want me, regardless of why you asked in the first place." Kiera was stalling, buying time to try to switch mental gears and catch up to Amris' racing thoughts. "If the answer is no, you may as well let me out here and untie my bike. I'll walk away and you'll never have to see me again." She watched him closely for a moment. His expression betrayed nothing but there was a change in his eyes that gave her hope. "There. Did you feel that? That pang at the thought of being separated? When you look at a future without me, is it as bleak as the future I envisioned without you?" She felt certain he knew exactly what she was talking about. Either that or she sounded like a lovesick pup panting after her high school crush. "I can't tell you why. I don't understand it myself. I just know..." She sighed. "Look, I gave up on ever having a family again. After my parents died, Adric was all I had, and without him, I didn't want to live anymore. Then poof. You were there giving me the ultimatum to accept you or kill you." She chuckled slightly. "You want to talk about angry? I was plenty angry at that point, but I couldn't raise my hand to you. And you didn't just challenge me; you laid down the
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law. I don't know why I didn't do it. I haven't really had a chance to examine it. Anyone else, I would have ripped his or her throat out without qualm. I couldn't do it to you." He smiled thinly at the compliment. "That's good to know." Then he turned in his seat and faced her, trying to get his own emotions in line and not come off like a hormonally charged teen. "When I first saw you, last month, I knew you were the one. I don't know if you believe in that love at first sight stuff or not, but that's what I felt. Hell, for all I know, Fenris noticed it too. And if I had asked then for you to come back with me, would you have?" He saw some tension in her shoulders, so he smiled and held up his palm. "Don't answer that, I don't want to know." His face grew serious once more. "I think a part of me wants to use the excuse that I acted impulsively so I would have an escape clause. But now, after just a day with you beside me..." His eyes met hers. "I don't want an escape clause." Kiera tilted her head thoughtfully to the side and took a moment to consider. "No, I want to answer that. When you came to visit last month, that wasn't the first time I've seen you. Everyone knows about Amris. In case you didn't know, you are the most eligible bachelor in the five state area. You had some of our most proven and beautiful females nipping at your heels. I never realized you had looked at me twice, much less knew my name." She scrubbed her hand over her face. "Did I want you? Hell yes. But then so did a dozen other bitches. Would I have gone with you? Probably not." She noted the look on his face and sighed. This wasn't going at all
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how she intended but she had started, and she may as well finish. "Not because of you, Amris. It was ... I was ... in a bad place. Adric was still alive and I had my hands full keeping him that way. He needed me. I guess I never realized how much I needed to be needed until he was gone. You? You didn't need anyone. You had your pick of the litter for a bed partner though every one of them would have given you more if you had asked. If you had asked me then I would have thought you were toying with me. The whole make the Pack Leader's niece feel important, because she's safe scenario. It wasn't until last night, with the Fever, that I realized even Pack Masters need someone sometimes." She looked at him sincerely. "You're so strong, so independent, you just have that air of being able to handle anything. But there was one thing I forgot, or maybe never really understood. Even though you're a Pack Master, you still have wants and needs just like anyone else. I loved being the one you wanted during the Fever ... and even today." "Be sure Amris, be very sure. Once you make that announcement, there's no going back without a lot of heartache. Give yourself a couple of days to know, truly know in your heart this is what you want. If there are still any doubts, I don't have to stay and only very few would ever be the wiser. Even if the whole Pack knows, it will just look like you wised up and listened to them. That you decided I was too much trouble, and none of them could blame you after finding out I have a Hunt Mark on my head. There isn't much
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that can be done to damage my reputation now, but yours is sterling." "Well, there may be some tarnish on it," he chuckled, "but I get your point." He heard her and understood what she was trying to tell him, but he never really got past the implication of what she was saying. In a nutshell, Kiera was willing to give up being mated to a Pack Master and having a new Pack, was willing to accept being hunted and alone for the rest of her life, just to keep his reputation clean. As far as Amris knew, there was really no greater example of love than giving up a part of yourself in order to protect or save someone else. Next to that offer, his personal feelings seemed tarnished and selfish by comparison. For the next few minutes they sat together in silence, just looking at each other. Amris' hand was still in hers and he could feel her pulse gently beating in the palm of her hand. He looked at her face, and secretly enjoyed the flush of color on her cheeks when she realized he was looking at her. And he loved the way he felt when she returned his gaze with her own frank appraisal of him. They had shared a Fever and some intense and ribald sex together, but it seemed to Amris as if they had never truly connected with each other until they shared this quiet moment of silence. Kiera met his gaze steadily, feeling as if she was really seeing him for the first time. She had observed him from afar, yet this direct connection between them showed her so much more. Her eyes roamed his perfect face. The strong chin currently covered in stubble, dark brows over beautifully
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captivating eyes. High cheekbones gave him an air of aristocracy. She hadn't noticed the little details and nuances that made him who he was. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence like she had experienced with others. It was more a mutual decision that no words were necessary at that moment. It gave her a sense of comfort. When her eyes met his, her breath caught in her throat without sound. She saw the one thing she never thought she would see again with her family gone. Acceptance. "You truly are a beautiful woman, Kiera." His hand reached out to the side of her face, and he cupped her cheek in his hand. When she rested her head in his palm, he could not resist the impulse to lean forward and kiss her, allowing the tenderness of the moment to be reflected in the tenderness of his kiss. Kiera's eyes fluttered closed on a soft sigh. They had kissed before, hot flashes of passion. Tasting and teasing each other with differing levels of fury. That intensity was a part of the lovemaking they shared. This was just a kiss for the sake of a kiss. That made it so much more to her. She felt herself melt under the gentle pressure of his lips, responding with equal tenderness. When they broke from the kiss, his eyes were bright and his smile showed his teeth. "So? Ready to meet your new Pack?" Kiera made a face though her eyes were sparkling. "Don't I get a last meal or final request?"
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Amris could only respond to her question with a laugh. "I'll be happy to grant you a request, Kiera, but I would hope it wouldn't be a final one." His eyes glittered and he couldn't keep the wolf at bay as he continued. "And as far as a meal goes, I am definitely interested in knowing what you're hungry for." Kiera gave him a sly smile. "I'll take both. The meal, because it's been a long time since dinner last night and the favor. However, I think I will just keep the favor for later use. Never know when it will come in handy." She ran her thumb over the backs of his knuckles with a low chuckle. He laughed with her as he straightened in the seat and started the ignition. Once it was in gear, they were back on the gravel road and headed for Grey Rock. "It's a good Pack, Kiera. Sure, we've got our rough ones; which Pack doesn't, right? But they love each other and they'd..." He was suddenly quiet; somehow having momentarily forgotten exactly why it was Kiera was on the run from her own Pack. "It's a good Pack, Kiera. I'm sure they'll make you feel..." He was going to add right at home, but that was hardly a ringing endorsement either, "...welcome." For the first time Kiera doubted Amris was right. If Abram was any indication of how the Pack would react, they were in for a rough road. "They're all good Packs. Some just have more competent leaders than others." She left it at that. It was all she would ever say against Fenris, years of tradition that prohibited anyone from speaking out against a Pack Leader, holding her tongue. Quietly she retreated into her
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own thoughts. It was not a conscious behavior, but a defensive one. They were quiet for the full thirty minute drive, before Amris turned onto a small track that led into the woods off the gravel side road located even deeper off the beaten path and Amris smiled. "As much as I hate to have lost my bike, Carlos' ride is a lot more suited for this road." He held tight to the wheel as the left front tire dipped and twisted, but the Lycan had excellent control of the vehicle. The SUV bounced and jostled for another few minutes until once again, Amris pulled off to the side. This time, he climbed out of the vehicle after shutting off the ignition. Then he stripped his shirt off and gave it to Kiera. "As delighted as I am, my love, to know that you are gloriously naked under that jacket, you're hardly dressed for official introductions, don't you think?" The gleam in his eye matched the wink he gave her. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 10 Kiera started to remind him that she had her own clothes in her backpack, but the idea of wrapping herself in his scent was appealing. Silently she took the shirt and lifted her face to scent the air. They were alone. Slipping out of her jacket, she donned the shirt, looking more like a child playing dress up in her father's closet. Buttoning the top two buttons, she gathered the tails around her ribs and tied them in a knot. Once her jacket was back in place and partially zipped, she looked proper enough to be presented to his Pack. Only she knew it was an illusion. Sliding out of the SUV she almost jerked her hand out of his grip when he reached to take it into his own. He must have sensed her reluctance by the way his fingers tightened around hers. Still, she stayed a half step behind him, as they walked toward the meeting. They were close enough for Kiera to make out muffled voices, when they were met on the path by two female members of the Pack. Kiera recognized them at once. Shiri and Cheri Grey. Unlike their canine kin, Lycans tended to have single pups as a rule. Multiple births in any number were almost unheard of and it was one of the reasons that humanity had begun outdistancing them in numbers on the planet. Shiri and her younger sister were an exception to the rule in almost every form. Not only born twins, they were both female instead of the stronger male sex.
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Both women were beautiful and sleek. Their bodies were in excellent condition, and as was common for most Lycan, their wardrobe was revealing enough that if they needed to shift, their clothes would be able to handle the sudden difference in size easily. Their tanned skin, busty chests, and trim waist were only highlighted by their beautiful faces. Shiri had a full head of red hair, whereas Cheri kept her own sable hair cut short in a page boy cut. But that was where the physical differences ended. Almost to a tee, their faces and bodies were mirror images of each other. "Well, well, look what the wolf dragged in." Shiri fairly purred, as she approached, a definite sway in her step. "And look, you've brought a playmate. How quaint. Fenris will be glad to have her back. How on earth did you manage to tame her?" She sniffed the air noisily. "Ah, you fucked her into submission. How clever." Shiri began walking around Kiera, like an owner looking over a prized pet, or a mistress her slave. "I guess you figured out the best way to get to a whore is through her legs. Careful though, Amris, they say she's dangerous. You won't want to keep her too close for too long. She's been known to turn on her Masters." Shiri laughed, turning to face Amris with a predatory gleam in her eye. "Is that why we have been called to gather? Are you going to tell us what you plan to do with the considerable bounty on her head?" She had reached his side; drawing perfectly manicured nails up his six-pack abs. Kiera didn't flinch, didn't move. She gave no outward indication of her feelings regarding the sudden and painful
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verbal attack. All other concerns pushed aside as she focused on Shiri's last question. There was now a bounty as well? A Hunt Mark would shun her from most of the Lycan community. A bounty would attract the attention of Hunters from all Packs . It was a desperate act reserved only for the most hardened and worst criminals. Kiera felt the blood drain from her face as her fingers tightened on Amris' hand. Shiri, misunderstanding Kiera's distress, laughed. The sounds of pure delight rankled on Kiera's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. Throughout Shiri's entire monologue Amris' face had been darkening. He knew exactly what kind of she-wolf Shiri was, and though he appreciated her vicious ruthlessness when defending the Pack, it was sorely misplaced now. "Shiri, shut up." His tone left no room for misunderstanding of his anger and her laughter was abruptly cut short. "Kiera is an honored guest to this Pack and will be treated as such. As my guest, I would have expected her to receive the same courtesy you would receive if you were a guest at other Packs. Well, short of getting fucked by every un-Bonded sire with a dick bigger than two inches." Amris turned to Kiera and added, "She does have some standards, you know." When his eyes turned back to the she-wolf there was no humor in them. "Now apologize." Shiri stood staring at Amris in utter shock. He had never spoken to her like that before, much less over another woman. She drew in a sharp breath, her masters words striking her like a slap on the face. She saw no give in Amris'
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stance, and no apology for what he was making her do. He was her Master, and she would submit to his will. She looked over at Kiera, not knowing what was going on, only knowing her Pack Master had given her an order. She dropped her eyes, unwilling to allow Kiera to see her humiliation, or the sudden flare of anger that followed it. "I apologize." She mumbled so low it was almost unheard then turned on her heel and hurried away without another glance at any of them. With Shiri sufficiently cowed for the moment, Amris looked over to her sister. "Cheri, has the Pack gathered?" Cheri nodded, her eyes still wide at Shiri's humiliation. "Yes, they have, Master Amris. The last team arrived only ten minutes ago." Then she licked her lips and looked at Kiera. "I'm sorry, Kiera, for what my sister said. I don't think that about you." The words didn't really match Cheri's body language but there was no way she was going to be humiliated like her sister. Though nearly identical in appearance, there was a definite difference in personality between the sisters. Where Shiri was brash and forward, Cheri was more reserved, almost gentle. Kiera's eyes met Cheri steadily. "I appreciate that." She would accept the woman's words above her posturing. She pulled on Amris' hand, indicating to him her desire to speak to him alone for a moment. Her cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment and her eyes worried. Her mere presence would bring danger to the Pack, and if Shiri's greeting was an indication of what she was to expect from the rest of the Grey Pack, she was already questioning her presence here. They
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needed to step back and re-evaluate before they made a huge mistake. Amris ordered Cheri to rejoin the Pack, adding in a softer tone, "We will be there shortly." Turning to Kiera as Cheri moved away, he read her distress in every muscle. "The bounty is a surprise. I actually didn't think Fenris had the contacts or the funds necessary to initiate that type of response. And certainly not this quickly." He spoke nonchalantly but his brain was still trying to figure out what it all meant, because it was the truth. Fenris shouldn't have been able to mount an attack against Kiera so quickly. As a minor Pack Leader, he just didn't have the contacts for that. "But it also tells me that Fenris is already running scared. I'm just interested in knowing why." Kiera shrugged. "It really isn't that important why at this point. You have a responsibility to your Pack." She sighed and turned, swatting at the low hanging branch of a tree. Her mind turned though the decision was easy really. "You talked about being worried that you had acted on impulse by asking me to be your mate. I offered to let you go. Now I need you to do the same. Let me go. I'm no good to either you or your Pack right now." He held both her hands in his and raised them to his lips, kissing them gently. "I do not wish to release you from our engagement, Kiera. How can I protect you, or prove how I feel for you if you leave? How could we ever begin to share a life together if you see me as someone willing to give up the moment things begin getting difficult? Is that truly the mate you would expect me to be? Is that the type of mate you
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would want?" He shook his head. "No. You are wrong, my love. The Pack will stand beside us. And even more, they will do so because either Fenris, or whoever it was that arranged your brother's death, made a mistake that will cost him everything." "A mistake? I haven't seen any mistake." She shook her head not wanting to accept the risks Amris was willing to take. "How can you protect your Pack when there is so much time and energy being put into protecting me?" Kiera countered. Damn, it was hard to argue with him. He seemed so unconcerned, so confident. Kiera had no illusions what their lives would be like. "I don't see you as someone willing to give up. I see you as someone who has been put in a difficult position and ... Damn it, Amris, it just makes good sense. One person isn't worth the lives of the entire Pack. Now that the humans are involved, I don't even want to think about how nasty this is going to get." "Trust me, Kiera. If you do nothing else this afternoon when we face the Pack together, trust me. And trust my Pack." "Moon and stars! You can't still be thinking of going through with this!" Kiera took a shaky breath. She swallowed then started again somewhat calmer. "Amris. I do trust you. I trust you with my life." She fell silent a moment. "Look at it from the Pack's point of view. If you were one of them and your Pack Master brought not only a criminal but a hunted one at that, into your midst. Would you not be just a little upset? Now add to that the bounty. Even if I had a snowball's chance in hell of being accepted before, I don't now. They will
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just as soon hold me up as a shield than try to protect me ... and I can't blame them for that." Amris nodded. "You're right, of course. If you truly were a criminal to The Code, the Pack would not shelter you, nor would I allow them to. You would be an outlaw. But you must also accept, Kiera, that you are no longer alone. You told me earlier that you had to be there for your brother. He needed you to protect him. That your life was meant only to protect him right up to the point when he died. So, let's be honest now. Truly honest. Do you want to leave so you are not a burden to our Pack, or because you know they will find you? And when they find you, they can punish you for letting your brother be killed, since you haven't yet forgiven yourself." Her hand was a blur when she slapped his face. He saw the tears in her eyes and wondered if he had pushed her too far. Pulling her into his arms he kissed her hair, his voice soft and gentle. "You didn't fail your brother Kiera, and you don't have to punish yourself or feel guilty for his death. And you don't have to fight against his true murderers alone." Kiera stood there stunned. Not only by what Amris had said, but more by her own reaction to it. She wasn't a gentle woman but random acts of violence were not part of her make up either. Yet she had just slapped not only a Pack Master, but more importantly, the one man who believed in her enough to want to help her. It was a splash of cold water to her sense of reason. Maybe she did feel a little guilty Adric had been her responsibility after all. She had let him down and the memory of their parents at the same time. What would happen if she
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failed again when Amris was depending on her? Could she live with the consequences? But, who was she to carry the responsibility of who lived or died? Her mind spun as she tried making sense of the jumbled emotions warring within her. "I'm sorry." Kiera said quietly, turning her face into his chest. "I'm so sorry." She wanted to cry, wanted to let loose the tears of grief and rage that had strangled her for four of the longest days of her life. She almost gave in when Amris rested his forehead on the top of her head, holding her gently. That he said nothing and only offered her the comfort and support she so desperately needed, only made it harder. Not here, not now. Not when there were others so close by. Perhaps later, when they were alone, in his home, after making love to each other; maybe then she would allow the dam to break, but not yet. She suddenly realized he had already won. Because now she knew she did need him; she needed Amris' strength if she was to survive. She took a shuddery breath as she pulled herself together. "We have kept the Pack waiting long enough." "Then let us go together, Kiera, and introduce you to your new family." **** When they entered the glade where the Pack was gathered, there was no doubt on anyone's mind what type of relationship Amris and Kiera were sharing. Not only was the scent of their multiple unions strong on her, but Amris' hand held Kiera's firmly in her grip as he approached the Rock.
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As he climbed to the top of the flat slate, tugging Kiera along with him, Amris reflected on how fortunate the Pack had been to find this glade. It was secluded and away from the prying eyes of humanity, while also providing shelter and defensible ground in case they were threatened by other Packs. For himself, he had always enjoyed the idea of having a podium to speak from. It was sheer hubris, he knew, but being able to stand above his Pack while he spoke to them and guided them, gave him a feeling of power above and beyond even what he received as his due for being a Pack Master. And, from the reactions of some of his she-wolfs, he guessed it worked pretty well for him. They reached the top of the Grey Rock and Amris advanced to the edge of the flattened slate to look out on his Pack. Khefris was there, of course, at the front of the Pack, acting not only as his second but as his personal defender as well. Abram stood next to him, but Silas had already been absorbed into the hundred and seventy-four members of his Pack. He was sure that Kiera had already noticed that the place of the Alpha Bitch was empty. With his pack so large, and with over eighty females to choose from, Amris could easily have already chosen a mate from within his Pack. But he had not. He had chosen her. Amris heard their muttering, and their questions, and he registered their surprise at his bringing Kiera to stand at his side on the Rock. Now was the time to answer their questions. When he spoke, he projected his voice, and
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allowed the deep, rich tones of command to fill every sentence and accent every word. "My Lycan family, I greet you. And though I am pleased to bring you great news, I come also bearing a tale of wickedness and deceit." That got their attention. "Three days ago, I left the Pack to seek out a mate. I wanted to bring back home, to you, the she-wolf that would stand at my side. I wanted to bring to you a bitch of such energy and fury that our enemies would fly from us rather than see her rage. I wanted to find a female that would lie beside me and give us strong pups to defend the Pack. I needed to find a lady who could love a Pack Master and not be frightened by his own fury or rage." It seemed to Kiera as if the entire Pack was holding its' breath, waiting for the next word. "I found that bitch; that female; that lady. And she stands here beside me today." He turned to Kiera and eased the leather jacket from her shoulders so the Pack could see she wore his shirt, and then he gently brought her forward so the Pack could see her clearly. "Some of you have met her before. Some of you know her well. She is Kiera Lunatier. Daughter of Pack Leader Garth and Jinelle. A worthy lady to be my mate and your Mistress." The Pack roared its' disapproval. Not just murmurs of discontent, but outright clamors of anger. Even the odd few pups with barely enough years to join the assembly, and who thought they had the right to shout and argue and call out their outrage, did so. Amris stood with his arms crossed and let them. After several minutes, when it seemed he would not
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respond to their complaints, they quieted of their own accord. He had stood there, unmoving, and seemingly unaffected by their distress, and they were stunned into silence by his own muted reaction. "Now that you have that out of your system," he said as a father to his children, "you can now hear why she still stands at my side." Then he told them of the murder of her brother, how he was slain by one of the norms, and they were silent. He continued with how she sought vengeance against the assassin that killed him, and some of them cheered her. He told them how she had saved him, when he was consumed by the Fever, and Khefris and Abram both nodded, giving her a measure of respect. Even some of the females, whose mates also suffered from the Fever, granted her a measure of honor for her aid. Then he told them of her betrayal. "Before she hunted the slayer of her kin, her Pack Leader ordered that no vengeance be sought." Khefris, Abram and some males that Kiera did not know, frowned. "It is for seeking out a rightful vengeance, against the slayer of her kin ... of her brother no less, that the Hunt Mark has been placed on my betrothed." He paused a beat and let them absorb his words. "Because Kiera would not let the death of her own kin lie un-avenged. Because she would not let that insult lie unopposed. For seeking a justice that her own Pack should have sought and supported, even demanded ... for those reasons, Kiera has been made a pariah among us." Amris' voice rose to a shout. "I challenge the Mark!" Some wolves cheered, some nodded their heads. Their Master was right. It was The Code! What could Leader Fenris have been
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thinking to refuse her? A different understanding was dawning on them now. "But the wickedness does not end on that note, my family. Now you will learn of the deceit. Before he was slain at my lover's hand, Adric's murderer was shocked that she had even stalked him. Surprised that a Lycan was punishing him for his unseemly deed. For you see, my people, he had been promised ... immunity." Now a shocked murmur moved through the Pack. No one had heard anything of the sort, and the rumors that they had heard indicated only that she was a murderous bitch, unable to control her fury. "Immunity." Amris continued calmly, his voice a soft, soothing tone intended to draw his audience closer. He would make them eager to hear every word. "The slayer of our kin had been promised immunity by a Lycan." He gave them a moment to think about what that meant before he continued. "A Lycan had sought out a human. And had paid this human to hunt, and kill, one of our own. And apparently not just any Lycan is responsible. But this Lycan had the force to ensure that no Hunt would be applied. This Lycan had the ability to ensure the man's safety. This Lycan had the strength and the power to ensure that if Kiera sought her vengeance, she would die." Khefris couldn't restrain himself any longer. "Who granted this immunity? Which Lycan granted this murderer this freedom?"
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Amris looked down at his friend and answered. "According to the murderer ... the Lycan who paid him and promised him freedom for slaying Adric ... was Amris Grey." "What?" "How could you?" "Never!" "Impossible!" The Pack had been drawn in, they wanted to know the story, and Amris had given it to them. Now they howled in outrage at the idea. As one their hearts went out to him. But now he could not wait for them to relax on their own, so he shouted them down and called them back to order. "When I asked the killer the name of the man who had paid him, and promised him immunity, I heard my own name from his lips." Amris' body fairly shook with fury. "My name. My family. This Pack. We have been slandered and insulted. We have been accused, through the words of a dead man, for behaving and acting against The Code. And worse my friends, my family, we would have been unaware of this shame were it not for this woman's courage to stand up to her Leader's unlawful order." Kiera was amazed. If she hadn't witnessed it herself, she never would have believed it. Amris had turned the Pack's mood from curiosity to outrage to downright support in a matter of minutes. She had seen the looks on several of the closer faces when he announced he would take her to be his Pack Mistress. They had all registered surprise, some anger, and beyond that the expressions varied. Some had looked at her in a mix of curiosity and speculation. She could almost
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hear their thoughts as they wondered what was so special about her that she should attract the Pack Master's attention. Other Pack members had been flush with rage and had bellowed out their disagreement. Several of the female Pack members had crumpled in on themselves, as if their hearts were well and truly broken. But that was before. The mastery with which he addressed the crowd captured even her. She had found herself wanting to hear more even though she had lived every minute of it. She marveled at how he had turned her own fight for survival into a cause even the most reluctant Lycan could rally behind. And they did. What amazed her most though, was the genuine respect and admiration in Amris' voice when he spoke about her. He wasn't just glossing over her actions to impress his Pack, he honestly believed every word. He called her courageous, though she had just tried to run from him. He spoke of her sense of honor in her seeking of vengeance, though she had just tried to break their vow. He gave by example of what he deemed her gentle nature by convincing him to rescue Silas from his father and uncle. His tone went so far beyond his words and she was learning to read the hidden messages in his voice. She realized in that moment, it wasn't all simple words and endearments. Amris truly loved her. And what shocked her most of all was to find she loved him too. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 11 Kiera's mind was clearly elsewhere. After Amris' speech and rally, she had pulled Khefris aside and given him directions on where to find Amris' bike, hoping she had remembered the street names correctly. There were so many little things that would need to be done. She hadn't realized they had arrived at their new home until Amris pulled the SUV to a stop in the driveway. Her eyes widened in surprise as he led her into the house. It was beautiful, with so much raw potential. There was an odd sensation in the pit of Amris' stomach. It was an anxiety he had never felt before, and he found that he was both excited and terrified at the same time. Would she approve? Would she shake her head and laugh? What was she going to say? For the first time in his life, Amris wondered if something of his was going to be good enough for someone else. Swallowing his anxiety, his hand closed on the latch of the front door of the house they would now share, and pushed it open. Their new home was a split-level ranch house. Huge for one person, really, but as the Pack Master he was always entertaining guests, or just having companions over to break up his boredom. He even had a couple spare bedrooms in case his guests spent the night. And, of course, he had an entertainment system that rivaled the space shuttle command console. The entire home was a dedication to masculinity. The
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paint was rich in earth tones and the deep brown mahogany furniture just screamed, 'I am male, hear me growl.' "Welcome to your new home." His voice was calm and smooth, with no outward indication that he was nervous. He was forced to wonder now if Kiera was already beginning to pick up on his body and its' small signals the way he was learning hers. Part of him hoped so, while another portion felt stripped bare and vulnerable. He had never allowed anyone close enough to see beyond the masks he chose to show his Pack and the world at large. That Kiera might see through him suddenly made him uneasy and vulnerable. As they moved through the house, it became clear to Kiera that Amris was obviously blind, deaf and dumb to the potential of his own house. Considering the bare necessities in some rooms and lavish opulence in others, there was no question where he spent the majority of his time when he was home. The living room was dominated by a low slung couch parked in front of the entertainment center. Or maybe it was suppose to be a loveseat. Kiera wasn't sure what it was called other than ugly. The recliner next to it wasn't in much better shape. She sincerely hoped they were more comfortable than they looked. Those would be the first things she replaced. Both of them. The monstrous block of wood that acted as a coffee table would have to go too. She would need to make a list later. The tour began in the basement. There was a fully functional bar along with the requisite Playboy calendar on the back wall, though the kegs were empty. Then they progressed upstairs to the kitchen with its' functional four full
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sets of silverware, three pans and a cast iron skillet. If the rest of the home could be called spartan, his kitchen was almost abandoned. "Uhm..." he grinned and shrugged his shoulders, "I hope you can cook or we're going to be the skinniest Pack Masters in the area." As Kiera started opening cupboards and investigating the contents of his refrigerator he added, "Normally I end up with some of the single she-wolves coming in to cook for me. I think there's some kind of lottery or something..." He shrugged. Kiera chuckled. "Oh I bet whoever had won for tonight is steaming." She had gotten tired of the dirty looks fired off in her direction and the Pack women throwing themselves at the Pack Master. In less than five minutes after the meeting was adjourned, he had been pulled into private discussions with at least three of them. Then they had been kept by the other Pack Members for another half hour beyond that. "I'm not a five star chef but I can guarantee we won't starve. I will need a few things though ... like some cutting knives ... pots ... pans ... You know the little things." She smirked, teasing him. He was nervous and jumpy for some reason she couldn't fathom and was trying very hard not to let it show. She had not mentioned it, figuring if he wanted her to know he would have told her what was on in his mind. Still, she couldn't ignore it any longer and tried to put him at ease. She mentally sighed wishing the taps on the bar in the basement had been hooked up to something. She could use a drink.
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They moved on through the house, finally ending at a closed door at the end of the hall. Amris opened it with a flourish. "And this, Kiera, is the bedroom." The bed was huge. An enormous king-sized four poster affair made up with blue satin sheets and pillow cases. Four pillows were arrayed across the head of the bed. Over the bed was a picture of a sunrise filtering its' way through a deep forest. The dresser was an elaborate four-drawer affair that almost looked lonely standing in the middle of the opposite wall from the bed. Otherwise the room was empty. It was clearly a place to sleep and store clothes, not somewhere he spent a lot of time. "What a beautiful picture." Kiera was drawn to it immediately, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied the play of sunlight through tree limbs. Turning her attention to the bed she pursed her lips. "Oh yes, it's so teeny tiny, we'll have to sleep really close." She said remembering his earlier comment about sleeping arrangements. "Why it makes the sleeping bag seem positively roomy." Then she laughed and flopped down onto the huge bed with a sigh. "Oh and it's comfortable too." Her eyes slid closed. "Ok, I'm just going to stay here for a week or so. Wake me when it's time for the Ceremony." He sighed, releasing the pent up energy he'd been storing. Her laughter was like a release on the pressure valve that he'd been holding back. It was obvious now that she was pleased with the home and he knew that the first domestic hurdle they may have encountered had been passed by with ease. Falling onto the bed beside her, he trailed his fingers
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over her belly. He chuckled at her giggle, the sound seeming strange coming from her lips, but Amris couldn't help but smile in return. It sounded like happiness. "I hate to be the one to ruin the moment, but if you stay in bed, I'm going to have to get one of those other girls to cook my dinner." His mouth nibbled at her ear, and he whispered, "You really want that?" Kiera opened one eye to glare at him. "You keep that up you aren't getting out of bed for a week either." She grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a branding kiss, claiming him as hers. Rolling them both over, she ended up atop him when she broke the kiss. "Thank you. Thank you for wanting me and for giving me the chance to share your wonderful home." She kissed him again, more tenderly, showing him what she didn't have the words to say. She felt his arms come around her waist, holding her to him and she loved the feel of their bodies pressed together. "Alright, I'll feed you." She nipped his bottom lip then bounded out of the room before he could tighten his grip on her. It was not for lack of trying on Amris' part, she was just too quick. Standing in the kitchen, Kiera was frowning at the near empty refrigerator when he came into the room. "I'll see what I can do with what we have, but tomorrow we're going grocery shopping." It was a statement of fact, not a question. Moving to the pantry, her frown deepened at the lack of offerings. "It's not that you don't have food, you don't have a full meal. I see spaghetti sauce ... but ... no noodles." Pulling a box of Hamburger Helper from the pantry, she wiped a thick
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layer of dust off the top of the box. "You order in a lot too, don't you?" Her eyes were dancing. She was actually enjoying this. She delighted in finding something that Amris couldn't do well but she could. It made her feel useful and gave her a wealth of material to tease him with. He was so powerful, so ... everything .., She couldn't have conceived of one thing he couldn't do. Now she had found his weak spot. Granted, it was just one, and not a really important one at that. But it was all she needed to make herself a little more comfortable in the role she had accepted as his mate. "Order in?" He shook his head. "No, not really. Most of the time whoever wins the lottery brings whatever they need to make me happy ... for dinner. But I guess they won't be doing that any more, will they?" Kiera only gave him a look over the top of the open refrigerator door. "No. I guess they won't." His smile went from ear to ear and she could tell he didn't mind the change in circumstances at all. Moving to stand beside her, he slipped an arm around her waist and peered into the refrigerator with her. "So, anything I can help you with in here?" He gestured to the stove. "I know how to turn on a stove ... I think, so I shouldn't be totally helpless here." Then he pulled her to him, her back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "And besides, I've been told I make a mean ice cream float." He nuzzled into her neck, kissing the side of her neck and sliding his cheek against her
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warm throat. One hand slipped under his shirt that she was still wearing, to graze over the soft skin of her belly. "So, what do think we should do for dinner? Any ideas?" His hand continued gliding over her belly, occasionally moving lower to slip underneath the front of her jeans. His teeth nibbled at her ear as he spoke in a soft, sultry voice. The gliding of his fingers over her skin made her muscles jump and she leaned back against him, tilting her head to the side to grant him better access. With a soft sigh she stepped back, pushing deeper into his hips with hers as she closed the refrigerator. "Depends on which hunger you want to feed first." She said in an equally low husky voice. She could feel his stomach rumble against her back and continued the search, though it was much harder to focus with Amris' hands sliding over her. She didn't want to move out of his embrace yet, so without much hope she opened the freezer. Much to her delight, there was a package of frozen beef tips which she quickly withdrew and tossed into the sink with a loud clunk. Turning in his arms, she kissed him lightly, whispering against his lips. "What do you say we take care of the other hunger while those are thawing?" Her hands ran delicately up his stomach and chest as she ground her hips into his through their jeans. His eyes gleamed and the grin he gave her was one of promise and desire. "I think that's a wonderful idea." His hands slid to her jean covered butt and he pulled her body roughly against his. There was no denying the swelling of his manhood and he knew she could feel his desire even through the two layers of clothing separating them. His
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mouth closed on hers and he backed her up to the edge of the table, his hands squeezing at the firm globes of her buttocks. Kiera moaned into the kiss, her own arms wrapping around him as he carried her back. His kisses incited her, making her squirm against him. She had never believed herself to be a sexual creature, yet Amris seemed to consistently bring it out in her. "I'm so glad you approve." She gasped in between kisses. Desperately she fumbled with the hem of his undershirt, needing to feel his skin against her hands. It was an obsession that drove her to simply rend the material from his body, his kisses robbing her of the ability to think or function on the most basic level. When she tore his shirt and threw it on the floor, he felt turnabout was fair play. And within seconds, two of his shirts were on the floor in a heap and their naked chests pressed and rubbed against each other. "I am really..." his mouth closed on her throat as he kissed her, "really..." his hand slipped from her the smooth curve of her bottom and pulled at her hair, exposing her throat to his mouth and teeth, "...turned on..." His breathing had turned heavy with need, and he had to keep himself from tearing her clothes from her body. "Mmmm ... I like the sound of that." By the moon he was driving her insane! Kiera gasped as his teeth grazed her skin. Her hands slid up and down his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under her palms. Going farther down, she gripped the waistband of his jeans. "Must be uncomfortable." She tried to speak but it
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came out as a strangled moan. It took a tremendous effort of will to figure out how to get the jeans off, short of sending them the way of his shirt. Amris' jeans hit the floor in a puddle at his ankles. Then her hand wrapped itself around his straining manhood. He moaned when she squeezed his steel-hard shaft. His hands tangled in her hair, as he dropped his lips onto hers, tasting her tongue and sighing when her moans of desire filled his mouth. He started to kiss her again, but she'd already dropped to her knees in front of him the moment the kiss broke. She wanted to taste him. Taste him like he had tasted her in the SUV. To drive him to the very edge of sanity with her mouth alone. Holding him steady with her hand at the base of his shaft, the tip of her tongue drew a circle around the very tip of his bulbous head. Then another slightly wider. His moan of pure ecstasy emboldened her to venture farther. Licking her way down the underside of his shaft, she traced several of the veins with her tongue, swirling over them, following their winding path. She worked her way back to the tip along the topside. Then she sat back on her heels and looked up at him, her eyes shining with mischief. "Hands on the table. If you let go, I stop." Without giving him a chance to respond, she took him deeply into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. He hated taking his fingers from the tangled weave of her hair, but he would have hated for her to stop what she was doing even more. "You know, no one likes a bossy she-wo ... Ooooooh!" Any complaint he would have tried to muster was
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lost when she did something entirely unexpected, but utterly delightful with her tongue. His hands closed on the table top immediately and his voice was hoarse. "Do that again." Kiera couldn't contain the low chuckle of self satisfaction. She had brought the great and wise Amris to speechlessness. A thrill of power coursed through her giving her the courage to take him deeper still. Sucking on him lightly, she moved over his long, thick shaft, her tongue painting patterns on his skin. A small pearl of his essence fell on to her tongue and she groaned at the taste, the vibration coursing through her lips into his shaft. His legs were braced and his hands were locked on the table top as he stood rock still and enjoyed the moment. He looked down to watch her pleasure him and delighted in the erotic glances she flashed him. She was entirely focused on his pleasure. Her tongue strokes, and the light teasing with her teeth made him gasp and grunt and it took every effort of will to keep from changing and destroying his table. Then she swallowed his length in one swift movement and he realized in that moment that he never really liked that stupid table anyway... Kiera vaguely heard the table groan, more focused on the sounds Amris was making than anything else. The splintering of wood took her completely by surprise, though she wasn't truly alarmed until she heard the table collapse completely. Pulling back to release him with an audible pop she stared up at him, eyes wide as saucers. It seemed she had gotten her wish. He was at the edge of sanity and she had no idea what
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to do with him now. A small voice in her head told her to finish it. Stopping now was probably the very worst thing she could do. Another thrill of power ran through her as she took him deep into her mouth again. Amris had heard many stories about Kiera's skill as both a Huntress and a warrior. He had heard tales about her courage, and he had been a witness to her own bravery when she had tried to face down Carlos and Hector alone to protect him. In so many things, she was as strong and powerful a she-wolf as he could ever hope for. And now, as she sought to bring him the utmost pleasure she could, Amris knew he had found the bitch of his dreams. Her suction was perfect. And the way her tongue moved and danced across his shaft made him truly believe that if he died now, he would die happy. Yet she still wasn't done. She had started using her fingers now, and the light but delicious trail of her fingernail over his shaft had his legs twitching and made his knees weak. Then she took him deeply once more, and his shaft began to throb and pulse deep in her throat. He knew she could feel it throbbing against her tongue, because the moan of her own pleasure vibrated along his length. "Kieraaaa..." His call was as much a warning as a plea. Her name on his lips was as much a mantra as a blessing. And then he couldn't help himself. The shards of the table fell from his hands and he placed one hand through the tousled tresses of her hair, and the other on her shoulder. The next moment he was erupting into her mouth with a groan and a
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sigh, and her name on his lips as if Kiera were a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. Though Kiera thought she was prepared for the explosion of Amris' very essence into her mouth, it took her by surprise. The creamy fluid slid across her tongue like an elixir of the gods. She moaned again, drinking him, taking him deep within her, savoring his taste as he finished. She loved the way her name sounded when he used it with that husky, strained note in his voice. His breath brushed her hair as he leaned over, bracing himself on her shoulders as she milked him with the help of her hand to assure she received every drop he had to give. Her other hand rested against his thigh, supporting him when his legs threatened to give under his weight. Slowly she got to her feet, kissing and licking her way up his body while giving him an opportunity to catch his breath. Her eyes were sparkling with pleasure as she gave him a soft smile. "Feeling better?" She asked as she brushed a stray lock of hair from his sweaty forehead. His eyes were gleaming as he looked at her, and when he saw the sparkle of pleasure in her own eyes it gave him a renewed strength. "Better than better, my beautiful lover. I am feeling ... wonderful. Let me show you." In one fell swoop his mouth found hers as he picked her up and kicking his pants away from his ankles, carried her off to the bedroom. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 12 As much as she hated forcing herself away from his arms, Kiera knew she had to get cleaned up and get on to getting dinner ready or they would both starve. She quickly showered, throwing on another of Amris' shirts. She was naked underneath, but his shirts were big enough to cover her in case they ever did have guests, and she had to admit to herself, she loved the scent of her man close to her. While he was showering, Kiera had gone over what supplies she had and tried to make the best of what she had to work with. A simple white towel covered the surface of the block of wood that served as a coffee table. She had managed to find two matching plates and two full service settings. Paper towels were folded under the forks. "Bring me the plates and you can fix the drinks." She said without looking up from what she was doing, already finding herself acutely aware of where he was. She had registered the change in water pressure when he turned off the water from the shower, listening for him to come near ever since. He walked into the kitchen wrapped only in a towel, with his chest bare. He obviously intended to relax tonight, before events tomorrow didn't allow the opportunity. "Okay," he said, "I got it." As he collected the plates and silverware, he couldn't help but admire her form under his shirt. As he watched her he found himself feeling immensely sorry for the humans that shared the planet with them. They were so limited in everything. Their sight was so narrow, and
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the limitations of their other senses was so great they couldn't properly appreciate the world around them. They missed the full effect of the smells, sounds and tastes of the world as he and his Pack could. It was impossible for any of them to fully appreciate the whole sensation of any experience. Even now, Amris was fully aware of everything around him. From the scent of mingling spices, to the temperature over the stove and how different it was from the temperature of the rest of the room. He could hear the wind outside, and he knew how fast it was blowing and in what direction. He could hear the small drip of the faucet in the kitchen, because Kiera hadn't found its' sweet spot yet. But through it all, Kiera stood out like a beacon to his senses. To him, she was beautiful. Her thick hair was loose and free and when she smiled up at him he felt the grip she had on his heart tighten. It wasn't a stranglehold, but more like the soft touch of her hand on his when she squeezed it for reassurance. He noticed the tone of her calf, and the smooth curve of her buttocks under the shirt. He took in the swell of her breasts, and couldn't help but grin at the fact she'd only done up two buttons, thereby allowing him a sexy, erotic peek whenever she moved. He could smell her hair. He could smell the faint aroma of the results of their union. The soft, feminine scent of her dominated the room. He could hear her heart beating in her chest, and the steady draw of air into her lungs
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The rhythm of her life filled him. He knew that this woman, this sight, this scent, these sounds would be with him always, the knowledge of which both comforted and thrilled him. "Looks good." He said smiling, but his mind was not on dinner at all. Kiera grinned. "It tastes even better." Quickly she served up their dinner onto the plates and brought them back to the small coffee table where Amris was waiting after having retrieved two sodas from the refrigerator. Taking her seat across from him she smiled again apologetically. "I know we don't have much room but it was the only place I could find since somebody broke the kitchen table." Again she chuckled. "I'll start looking at garage sales for a replacement." After a few bites, she withdrew a folded piece of paper from the pocket of the shirt. "I made a grocery list and estimated what I thought each item is going to cost. Since the towns and cities nearby are bigger than what I'm used to, I estimated a little high. The cost of living is slightly higher here as are the taxes." She unfolded the paper and handed it to him. "Grand total will be about a hundred dollars if I estimated correctly. What do you have budgeted for groceries so I know how far I need to whittle this down?" She asked him in between bites after giving him a moment to review the list. He looked over the list between bites and pushed it back sheepishly. "Uhhh ... I don't really have a budget, Kiera. I just ... well, normally I have Lynelle, Abram's mate, go off and do my shopping for me. When I need it." He shrugged. "I
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really don't even know how much any of this costs." He took a few more bites and smiled at her. "This is pretty good, Kiera. And don't worry about that list. If you want to give it to Abram later, go ahead. Heck, you could even add a few things you know. If you have favorite foods or something like that." Then he chuckled. "You know, it's kind of weird. We know so much about each other, and we've shared some pretty special moments, and I still don't even know your favorite food." He took a sip of his drink and then prompted her. "So spill, Kiera. Favorite food, favorite designer, favorite music ... I want to hear it all." Kiera put her fork down slowly and just stared at Amris for a long moment. Her expression stunned. "Wait, what was that? You don't have a budget? How do you make sure your bills get paid or that you'll have enough at the end of the month to put gas in your bike?" She was completely confused and it showed in her eyes. It was completely beyond her how he managed to survive if he treated his finances with such blatant disregard. She decided he hadn't quite understood what she was asking him. Grabbing up the list again she shook it at him. "Favorites can wait. We need to figure this out now. You'll be pulled off tomorrow to handle Pack Master business and I need to know what we can get and what we can't before we end up going broke. You've got me to add to your costs now, Amris." She was speaking earnestly and directly, trying to make him understand her position. "This would be easier if we had coupons but we'll have to make due without them for now."
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It was a good thing he hadn't been eating or drinking anything, or it would have gone through his nose when he started laughing. "Coupons!? By the stars and moon, Kiera, who do you think I am? Coupons!" And he started to laugh. Until he saw he face and the expression she bore him. Kiera was startled by his laugh. Startled and hurt. How could he make light of one of her deepest concerns? She knew what it was like to have to skip a meal or go without something in order to make ends meet. And Amris was completely disregarding all of her natural concerns. Her feelings must have shown on her face, for he became serious immediately upon meeting her eyes. "Look, Kiera. I'm a Pack Master. There are almost two hundred Lycan who are part of this Pack, and we have resources that are, I'm pleased to say, pretty extensive." He could see she still wasn't getting it. "Kiera, when I took over control of this Pack fifty years ago, it was pretty healthy. We had eighty-three Lycan who were working and supporting this little community. Well, since then, we've more than doubled our population here, but we've almost quadrupled our income. And that's ignoring our outside income." He smiled. "As to the tithe, I only ask for seven percent. And that's more than enough to see me through whatever I need." He laid his hand over hers and his smile touched his eyes. "Kiera, love, don't worry about money. You're loaded now." Kiera shook her head, trying to absorb what Amris was telling her. Coming from a background like hers, where they scrimped and saved every dime to make it through the month, it was a little difficult to grasp that money was no
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longer an issue. "Seven percent..." Again she shook her head. "That would be enough to live comfortably but I would hardly call it loaded. Hell, Fenris took thirty-three percent and was barely eking by. Granted, we were a smaller Pack but really ... unless you have some doctors, or lawyers, or oil tycoons in your Pack, we should still be cautious." She was trying to feel her way around the subject. She didn't want to fight with him over money, but his cavalier attitude about it frightened her and the fear of going back to the same living conditions she had just left, scared the hell out of her. Taking a deep breath she turned her hand in his and squeezed. "I just..." She sighed and ran her free hand over her face after releasing her fork. "Meals like this were few and far between in my house. We rarely could afford fresh meat or vegetables after my parents died. Spending a hundred dollars on groceries at any one point and time was wishful thinking. Our food budget for the week was half that when Adric needed art supplies. I can't ... It's a lot for me to try to take in that I'm just supposed to forget all that and not worry about money at all any more." Amris listened to what she was saying and tried to put himself in her shoes. Unfortunately, he couldn't. If Fenris had been collecting a full one third tithe it was no wonder they scrimped to get by. It was also no wonder no one had ever been able to leave his Pack. They were like indentured servants to him, not members of an extended family. "Kiera, I'm sorry. I didn't realize..." He sat up a little straighter and explained. "Last month, when I visited your Pack, Fenris brought me into his trailer as a guest. It was
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rich, and lavish, and had all the amenities I've come to expect. I just assumed everyone lived like that there." Kiera was stunned to hear that Fenris had been squandering her Pack's resources on himself. "When my parents died, and he took over as Pack Leader, he took our home. I've only been in there once since then. It was nothing like when we lived there. We were comfortable even without every luxury known to man. I don't know what my father requested as a tithe, but I don't think it was as much as Fenris has. Once it was just the two of us, Adric and I were given the only spare trailer available at the time, because we really had nothing to call our own. What did not go to the Pack, Fenris claimed personally as my father's brother. Neither Adric nor I were in a position to fight him on it. Then he was accepted as Leader..." she shrugged, letting Amris figure out the rest. She didn't go into the rust spots on the outside, or mold on the inside of the ramshackle abode, or the worn and threadbare carpet or sagging floor that shook the walls when she walked on it. There was no need. It bothered Amris to think that Fenris was treating his Pack as he was, but short of an open rebellion, something literally unheard of among Lycans, Fenris' Pack was stuck with him. What was even more startling was the fact that Kiera admitted to going hungry, so that her brother could draw and paint. He wondered if Adric had ever suspected his sister's sacrifice? "Okay." Amris rose from his seat and extended his hand to her. "Let's try and get this whole thing out of the way. You
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need to know exactly what it is you're going to be dealing with when it's your turn to go shopping." He guided her into the living room, switched on his computer and waited for a few minutes before he was on-line. Then, a few keystrokes later, he pushed back his chair and gestured to the monitor. "I've got two screens up here for you. The top one is my personal account. That's the one we'll use for groceries and stuff." Kiera stared shaking her head as she tried to absorb what she was seeing. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times though no sound came out. She had never seen numbers that large in connection with a bank account in her life. Her gaze flicked from Amris to the screen, as if waiting for him to tell her he was teasing or this was a joke. "Now you know why I don't worry about a budget, lover." He waited a moment longer while she caught her breath. "The bottom one is for the Pack. That's a listing of our available funds and the sources of those funds. Normally I take Khef along if we need a major purchase for the Pack, but most of the time, if it's for the Pack, I just buy what I need out of that account." He held her hand and watched her eyes as she tried to absorb the sudden change to her life. "Our Pack has more than enough money, Kiera. I've made sure of that. This is my family, and I've always treated them that way. No one here, and I mean no one, goes without." "Amris ... I can't ... There's more here than either of us could spend in years. And this," she moved the mouse over a separate section of the top window, "these are your stocks?
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You have stocks? By the moon above." She could only sit back and stare at the figures in awe. "There's ... this ... we can refurnish the house!" It was as if the idea had just occurred to her, spoken with surprise and not just a little glee. "Get rid of that horrible couch; replace the table in the kitchen ... Oooooo, I can get those copper pots I've always wanted." She bounced from the chair and hugged him, laughing. "I never dreamed you were rich." When she jumped over to him and hugged him, he laughed with her. "So, I guess this means you're sticking around?" "Oh you're stuck now buddy. Just try to get rid of me." Kiera laughed and kissed him lightly. He pulled her onto his lap, squeezing her in his arms. "I'm glad this makes you happy. But the couch stays." When she opened her mouth to reply he shook his head. "That was a gift." His eyes told her he wasn't going to say any more about it, but her mouth and the little pout she was giving him told him she was going to argue anyway, so he decided to divert her attention. His fingers went under her shirt, just under her breasts and he tickled her. "But I agree about the table. We are definitely going to need something sturdier than the old one." He loved the way she bounced on him, laughing at his sudden touch. Then she started in on him herself, and her fingers made him jump and twitch while he struggled not to respond. The chair they were wrestling on suddenly fell over backwards
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and then she was astride him, tickling him at his waist. Their combined laughter filled the empty void of the room. Kiera was shocked and pleased to find herself in a tickle war. When the chair toppled, she took complete advantage, twisting in his arms to find his ribs. Had he not been laughing, she would have been concerned he had been hurt when he landed under her. As it was his reactions were still fast and sharp enough to indicate to her that he was fine. He rolled her over and kept up his own tickling, interspersing the touch of his fingers with a light kiss on her neck and lips. Amris was surprised at how happy he was suddenly, and how with everything still going on around them, with their upcoming Bonding, the bounty on her head and the likely segregation of his Pack, that they could just play together. It seemed to him as if they'd been together for years, not days, and her playful side touched a chord in him that he found exceedingly attractive. They rolled around on the floor playing, wrestling and tickling each other until finally Kiera ended up sitting astride Amris, with the Pack Leader on his back and her fingers at his side. His towel was a thing of the past, but Amris had managed to get his hands just beneath her breasts. Her skin was hot under his fingers. "So? What do you say we call this one a draw?" He asked her with a grin. Kiera ran her fingertips over his ribs, not tickling any more just stroking him. Petting him. She couldn't remember having ever been this happy before. Not even when her parents were alive. She was secure, physically and financially, and she was
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with the man who could make all her dreams come true. "I say you give up too easily, but considering you've had a rough couple of days, I'll go easy on you." She laughed, teasing him. There was no doubt in Kiera's mind that if Amris had really wanted to win, he would have. That he let her remain astride him and hadn't commanded her submission only made her heart melt a little more for him. "Alright, the couch stays ... but in the basement. We'll turn that into a guy hang out for you and your friends when they come to visit. You can even leave your centerfolds up. We'll get some kegs for the taps on the bar and whatever else you guys need to make yourselves comfortable down there." Kiera leaned down and kissed him lightly. "How's that for a draw?" she asked wondering how many other pieces of furniture she could sneak down to the basement under the same pretense. "A guy hang out?" He laughed at her serious look. "Why do I get the feeling I'm being moved into the basement of my own house?" He returned her kiss and gently stroked her cheek with one hand while the other glided over her bare hip. "But I yield to your terms." Then he kissed her again, and it wasn't nearly as light as the last one. "Now, if you don't let me up, I'm afraid that wonderful dinner you made is going to get cold." She rolled to her feet, flashing him quickly before scampering off to the makeshift dinner table, a racy grin on her face. "You're right. We're going to need our strength." He laughed at her as he wrapped the towel around himself again, before heading back into the living room to eat. Throughout the rest of the dinner they found innumerable
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reasons to touch each other and smile at each other and grin like lovebirds who were only taking a break before getting back to the more serious, and entertaining, business ahead. Finally, their dinner was done. Cleaning up was more like a dance than a chore. Kiera started putting the kitchen to right as Amris cleaned off the table. Still, they found reasons to touch. While he was leaning over her shoulder to put a plate into the soapy water, she nipped his earlobe lightly. While she was wiping down the counter, he came up behind her and pressed her into the edge of the counter with his body to put a cup in the cabinet over her head and place a light kiss on her neck. They teased and caressed each other until they were both rushing through their tasks to get done and move on to bigger and better things. Back in bed, Amris smiled when Kiera undid the last two buttons of his shirt, but climbed into bed still wearing it. It was a sexy little thing that she wanted to have him close to her, even if it was only his shirt. Kiera started to apologize for stealing one of his shirts, but the dark, hungry look he gave her, stilled the thought. She really didn't have much in the way of her own clothing, yet this was not the time to mention it. Reaching up, she turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into total darkness. Instinctively she knew right where he was, registered every shift of his body or slide of his hands. The loss of sight heightened her other senses until her night vision kicked in. She did not want the distraction, so she closed her eyes. She just wanted to feel him, with her hands, her body, her mouth.
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To taste and touch and hear. He was so handsome, so sexy with those dark chocolate eyes and strong face. She could just look at him for hours and never tire. But tonight, she didn't want to just look at him. She brought her head down slowly to his and inhaled deeply of his scent. Her sigh of satisfaction filled the quiet room, the first of many. Their mouths met, then opened and they tasted each other. Soon enough, there was no sound other than their own sighs and groans of desire as they consumed each other. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 13 Amris' dreams that night were peaceful and pleasant. He could see Kiera's face in every frame, and her smile gave him a comfort he hadn't known he was missing until he woke up in the morning refreshed and energized. She was still in his arms, and from all appearances neither one had moved all night. He gave her a gentle kiss on the ear and slid from under the covers, leaving her there to get her sleep. Pulling on a pair of sweatpants he gazed down at her sleeping form and considered her. He was fairly certain that he had loved her to the point of exhaustion and she was after all still just a little thing. Then he chuckled softly as he recalled her performance last night; she may not have the stamina of the male wolves, but she did come close. While he was in the kitchen preparing a bowl of cereal, he was surprised by the ringing of the doorbell. Quickly he padded out to the front door and opened it, mindful of his betrothed who was still sleeping. Standing on the step, with a mixed expression of anger and concern on his face was Khefris. Behind him stood Abram, and behind Abram were Shiri and her sister. Amris frowned at the gathering. "What's going on Khefris?" Khefris just sighed and looked his Pack Master in the eye. "Amris, we have a problem." "What kind of problem?"
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"It's Kiera, or more specifically, your betrothed." Khefris looked back at the twins and Amris could tell they both were barely keeping the smug smiles from their faces. "There has been a Challenge." Amris looked at Abram's expression and could see the matter was serious. Too serious to discuss on the step. "Come inside." He stepped aside and let them into his home, then closed the door behind them. As one group they gathered in the living room, but Amris never offered them a seat. He crossed his arms and glared at Khefris. "Explain the Challenge." Khefris opened his mouth to speak, but Shiri answered for him. "It is my Challenge, Master Amris. I do not think Kiera is worthy of being our Mistress. She ignores The Code. She flaunts our traditions and she will bring this Pack down. She doesn't need to be here in order for us to protect ourselves from that murderer's claim. But if she remains here we will be attacked until there is no one left to defend the Pack." "And you think the Challenge will solve this problem?" Amris couldn't keep the skepticism from his voice. Shiri was proud, meeting his eyes evenly. Though it was clear the Pack Master was displeased, she did not flinch or bow away. "The Challenge will prove she is worth defending!" Amris' eye glittered in anger and he came very close to striking Shiri dead just then. But he restrained his claws and his anger and he said instead, "I have determined that she is. Are you, Shiri, prepared to contest that decision? With me?"
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Khefris stepped up and raised his hand. "Master Amris, please. I do not agree with Shiri's reasoning, but I think the Challenge has merit of a different sort." Amris was shocked his second would take the side of a bitch, but he recovered quickly. "Explain yourself." Khefris took a breath. "The Pack is always behind you, Amris, you must believe this. When that killer claimed you as the agent of Kiera's brother's death, the entire Pack became one under you. But Kiera is an outsider; as is Silas. We don't know what they are capable of. We don't know their strengths. We don't know their weaknesses. If we are to stand alone, as you know is possible if she becomes Mistress, we must know ... as a Pack, that we can do so and our cause is just." "You are asking me to allow this Challenge? You ask me to put my betrothed's life at risk to prove a point?" Amris' anger was building until his entire body vibrated with barely controlled fury. "I have chosen her! That should be sufficient proof of her worth!" Abram spoke up. "You are in love with the she-wolf. It is clouding your judgment. There are many here you could have chosen and you did not. Instead you went outside our own Pack and brought a hunted and dangerous criminal to us instead. And you ask us to blindly accept her. Shiri is within her right by The Code to challenge an unknown, before being asked to risk her own life in the defense of Kiera or the destruction she is sure to bring to the Pack." Amris' eyes turned to Abram at once, he knew what was bothering Abram so much and addressed his anger directly. "I
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did not choose your daughter, Abram because I do not love her. But question my judgment once again and she will be fatherless with your next breath." Khefris raised his hand again, suddenly dreading the fact that he had somehow become a referee between his Pack Master and his friend. "Please, Master Amris. No one here is questioning your judgment." He looked pointedly at Sheri, Cheri and Abram. "In any matter. But we must know, before the Bonding, will you allow the Challenge?" **** Kiera was deep in a dreamless sleep when she became aware of the loss of his heat. The blankets were still warm so it hadn't been long since her betrothed was wrapped around her. She rolled over, burrowing under the blankets in an effort to regain the comfort of his arms. It was a futile effort and she was on the verge of waking completely when the doorbell resounded through the house. With a start she leapt from the bed her heart racing. Her first thought was danger and she was already pulling clothes out of her backpack before it dawned on her where she was. By the Moon! Amris! Listening intently she caught the timber of voices. Not the snarls and growls of battle, but a simple discussion. The front door closed and the voices came closer, allowing her to make out the words as she dressed quickly. Jeans slid over hips like a second skin, flexible and comfortable. The t-shirt was simple black without embellishment. She moved closer to the bedroom door, following the conversation as she brushed her
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hair. The last vestiges of sleep fled in the wake of the startling announcement. She was being challenged. It was a difficult position Amris was being put in. Silently Kiera cursed Shiri for her ambition and Abram his pettiness. Could they not just leave her and Amris alone in peace? No they couldn't. It was a rhetorical question. She was an outsider. They did not know her or why they should put their own lives on the line just for her innocence. She had brought danger into their midst and they had a right to determine for themselves if she was worth it. If he refused, he would send a message to the Pack that he did not think her up to the task. If he accepted, he was risking the very life he had worked so hard to try to save. True, the Challenge was not a death match, however accidents happened often enough in the heat of battle, to make death a very real fear. There was no thought required. No need to weigh the pros or cons. There was only one thing to be done. She moved to the doorway of the dining room, leaning against the door jamb with a disinterested air. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked directly at Shiri. "I accept" She said quietly into the tension of the room, drawing every eye to her. Amris spun at his betrothed's voice. The depth of his fury so great, he never felt her approach, or sensed her nearness. Part of him was not surprised, though. The house was now so completely filled with her essence. The smile that crossed Shiri's face was not a pretty smile, but the smile of a Huntress who just got wind of her prey.
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"Excellent." She replied. "Khefris can announce the Challenge to the Pack then, right?" "No." Amris turned on Sheri and glared at Abram. "There will be no Challenge." "Yes, there will." Amris turned on Kiera when she once again stated her intentions. "No." "Yes." Amris could not believe her gall. He knew she would challenge him; she had made that clear at their first meeting, and she had done so once already. But he could not believe she was doing it again. It seemed his soon-to-be-mate was full of surprises. He turned and looked at Khefris and spoke. "Leave us." "The Challenge?" Khefris asked quietly. Amris glared at Kiera and saw her casual stance. Her calm acceptance that the Challenge was an evil necessity, but a necessity just the same grated on his nerves. "I will inform the Pack at noon of my decision." Khefris nodded his head, and as quickly as they had come, they left to await their Pack Master's decision. Kiera pushed away from the doorway to the bedroom, following the scent of coffee to the kitchen. She did not look at their guests again or watch them leave. Digging two mugs out of the cabinet, she set them on the counter and started rummaging through the pantry for the sugar. Amris' temper was on a slow boil sending the tension in the room higher even though the others had left. Kiera knew he was furious, and she only had to wait his anger out for him
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to see the wisdom and rationality in her decision. He was too emotionally involved to think clearly after being railroaded by his own Pack. She couldn't blame him his frustration. Turning to him calmly, she refused to flinch at the fury in his eyes as he glared at her. "How do you like your coffee?" She asked with a smile. "How do I like my coffee?" Amris couldn't believe what she was doing. Didn't she know what she had just done? "How do I like my fucking coffee!?" He stormed into the kitchen and stood not a foot away from her. "This Challenge is nothing more than Shiri's attempt to hurt you. They can shroud it in all the Pack's business that they want, but she only wants to hurt you and get back at me for embarrassing her! Can't you see that?" "Of course I can, I'm not stupid Amris." She responded calmly as she moved around him and poured the coffee, adding a liberal dose of sugar to her own mug. "And what will you have me do? Hide with my tail between my legs? Let her try her damnedest to hurt me, she may even get a few good licks in. But I'll give her a hell of a fight." With a placid smile she held the other mug out to him. "Are you hungry? I can figure out something for breakfast. I think there was some oatmeal in the pantry if I remember correctly. I really need to get to the grocery store today." "By the light of the Moon, Kiera! I'm not hungry. I don't want a cup of coffee. I want you to say you changed your mind about the Challenge. I want you to tell Shiri she can shove her little Challenge down her throat and choke on it."
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Amris spat, never taking his eyes off her as she moved around him. It didn't matter what he said or how he said it, all Kiera did was look at him and raise an eyebrow. "Damn it, Kiera!" Amris' eyes were bright, but there was no hiding his concern, or his anger. "I don't want you hurt." "I can't say I'm too fond of the idea either." Kiera put the coffee mug down and sighed. "Amris, there is no choice. I can't back out now any more than I could deny the Challenge to begin with. They have us over a barrel and you know it. If either of us had said no, I would never be accepted by the Pack. They don't know me but they are being asked to not only accept me but to put their own lives on the line to protect me. That wouldn't be such a bad thing, were I not already hunted." She stressed the last word, driving it home. "She painted us into a very neat little corner and she knows it. If I lose, I'm outta here. I will be out of her way and she will have a free shot at you or any other male in the Pack. If I win, she hasn't got a snowball's chance in hell. The challenge is her only shot at getting rid of me. You know it and I know it. That does not change the fact, though, the challenge was made. Not privately between the two of us, but publicly. Khefris and Abram were informed even before we were. If you think for one minute Abram is going to keep his mouth shut and keep it secret we denied the Challenge, you're sadly mistaken. He is hurting and he wants to hurt you in return. He's not a big fan of me either. I'm in the place he pictured his daughter. Get rid of me, there's room for her again."
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She shrugged, picked up the mug again and held it out to him. "Now drink your coffee and calm down. What's done is done. I made the decision so you didn't have to. The least you can do is be grateful and have some breakfast." She moved away to the pantry, humming lightly to herself in an effort to remain calm in the face of his anger. "And what do you expect me to do, Kiera? Let Shiri manipulate me like this? Let Abram play his stupid games by forcing my hand? This is about you and us and my choosing you over any other bitch in this Pack. But it's also a Challenge to me and my choices. Yes, you have a Hunt Mark on you. But those can be removed as easily as they are placed on a wolf. It's just a circumstance." Amris tried to calm himself but the fury was too great to contain. After a deep breath he continued. "I am angry that at least two of my Pack feel they can challenge my decisions so swiftly. I am angry that they have left me no choices, and I am angry that you are being so damned calm about it all!" His eyes were on her back as she stood unmoving at the pantry door. "I am a Pack Master, Kiera. It's in my blood. It's in every fiber of my being and it courses through me like a power you have only felt in passing." Then he sighed and bowed his head, staring at the counter and the makings of his own breakfast, suddenly unable to look at her. "I can't help you with this, Kiera. I want to tear into Shiri for challenging us this way, and The Code prevents it. I want to hurt her for putting you into a situation where you will be hurt, and my position prevents it."
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He turned to walk back into the living room, but stopped at the kitchen door. "I know you will do this, Kiera. It's because of who you are. And because the she-wolf that I would love would not run from a challenge of any sort." He tilted his head toward his uneaten meal, then added quietly, "You'll need your strength and energy more than me. You can have my breakfast." Then he turned with a sigh and walked out of the kitchen. Kiera stood staring into the pantry for a long time after he left, trying to sort out her feelings. Though he had never said it to her directly, the word love had come up several times over the discussions of the morning. Abram had used it more like an accusation. Amris held it out like a promise. A she-wolf he would love. Not that he did, but the possibility was there. He had used gentle words and endearments, but Kiera did not know him well enough to be sure he actually meant them. That he was upset did not mean anything either. She had been on the receiving end of his anger after being challenged. Now he had been challenged again; not only by his Pack but by her. It was bound to cause him frustration and anger. She was trying so hard to be understanding, yet all she managed to do was upset him more.. Turning away, she collected his breakfast and threw it away, washing the bowl while she thought. Amris was right. He had power and position and she was, no one. No one of stature. No one special or accomplished. She was a wanted killer. Her very presence with him put him in danger, and it put the security of his Pack at risk. Hector's words came back to haunt her along with the fears and insecurities that had
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Chapter 14 Stepping into the living room Kiera saw Amris staring sightlessly out the window, his own thoughts turning. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest in a defensive position, his face hard and impassive. She hovered in the doorway between the kitchen and living room for a moment, simply watching him. Finally she broke the silence, her voice soft and sincere. "I'm sorry if it bothers you that I believe you are worth fighting for. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would understand why. If meeting this challenge is the only way I can have you with the blessing of the Pack, I will do it gladly. A hundred times." Amris turned his head and looked into her face. He saw the sincerity of her words in her expression. Her expressive eyes showed him the mix of emotions he had never expected to find, and certainly not this quickly. She felt things for him that he was certain he felt for her, but was at a loss of how to tell her. He extended his hand to her and when she took it he pulled her to his side and wrapped his arms around her. "Kiera, I..." He choked, swallowed and then started again. "I should be fighting for you. That's what's so wrong about this Challenge. I should be the one fighting for you! That's why I am a Master. It's what I am. It's who we, as a Pack, are." He paused a moment to collect the jumble of thoughts and rationales and excuses running through his head. "No one
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fights for the Pack Master, Kiera. He is at the top for a reason. He does the fighting for his Pack, and he defends it against all enemies. And I am so honored, and feel so privileged that you are willing to fight for me. Not because you feel you have to, my love, but because you want to." Kiera stepped further into his arms to lay her head on his shoulder as she listened. Her hand rested just over his heart on his chest, finding comfort in the steady beating just under the skin. She nodded slowly in understanding and caught her breath at the careless endearment dangled before her once again. After a small silence, he continued. "And yet how can I be happy when the woman I love has to put herself in harm's way because I am not allowed to fight this fight? It goes against everything I am." Amris' body trembled, the anguish in his voice made her heart go out to him yet she knew she was right. "You have nothing to prove because you are Pack Master." She started out lowly. "Everyone knows you're the biggest, baddest wolf on the block. There was never a question as to whether you were worthy of me or not. I'm nobody of importance. The point is, I have to prove I am worthy of you." She took a deep breath drinking in his scent. It gave her courage to steel herself for the next statement. Pulling back she stepped away, out of his embrace. The loss of his arms and heat were almost painful. She turned to face him straight on, her chin tilted slightly. "Look at me and tell me you love me and I will walk the fires of hell for you. I
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will prove to you and the rest of the world I'm worthy of being your mate, or die trying." When she stepped back from him, he saw the hesitation in her eyes. That brief moment of fear before she spoke, and when she made her request to him, he understood her fear. Because it was the same fear he had been feeling since they had come together two nights past. It was a fear of an unknown greater than either of them had experienced before. But it was an unknown he was now willing to face, because she had the courage to face it first. "I have loved you, Kiera, since first I saw you. I have loved you since I saw your smile. I have loved you since the moment I felt the touch of your fingers on my skin." His hand reached out and touched her cheek with a tenderness that belied the strength of this grip. "I love you with all my heart, and every piece of my being. And I will love you until the last breath leaves my body." Kiera studied him for a long moment in silence. Her eyes searching his and finding only the truth of his words. Tears of happiness clouded her vision and she had to blink rapidly to clear them. Her hands came up to cup his cheeks as she stepped back into him. Her mouth met his in a tender kiss of pure emotion. Her heart was bursting and words seemed inadequate in the moment. When the kiss broke, she did speak. "I never realized what was missing in my life until you came into it. I don't know if it was the ultimatum of accept you or kill you. Or that even through the Fever you were so careful of me. Or that you do not hurt me, even when I anger you to the point of
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frustration. Or that my punishment only brought us both pleasure. Maybe it was all of them combined. I just know that when I heard the Challenge, I couldn't back down. It was not a matter of pride ... It's just that I love you too much to let you lose everything you have worked for so hard, just to have me. I love you enough to fight for you as hard as I fight with you." A small teasing smile came to her lips. "I love you enough to let you keep that God awful couch." He had to smile at that, and the smile turned into a chuckle and soon a full belly laugh. She was soon laughing with him. He kissed her again, and when she returned his kiss he knew what had been missing in his life and why it had been so important he find her. For several long moments they kissed and laughed simply enjoying the moment. Amris knew they needed to stop or they may as well just undress here in the living room. He cupped her face in his hands and stepped back. The tears she had tried to blink away earlier she was ignoring now, but there was no mistaking them for what they were. Tears of joy and happiness. "I told Abram he would have my answer at noon. Let's make them wait. Heaven knows they deserve it." Then he looked back at the kitchen. "Any chance of getting my breakfast back? All of a sudden I'm really hungry." The smile that touched his eyes and voice was one Kiera had never seen before, and she knew it had been reserved for her. "I think we can find something for you." Kiera wiped her face and led him into the kitchen by the hand.
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Breakfast was a quiet affair aside from a short, heated exchange when Kiera demanded Amris spar with her, no holds barred, as training for the Challenge, which he steadfastly refused. Unwilling to let the topic ruin their morning yet again, Kiera had let it drop without resolution. Instead she shared some of her ideas for the redecoration of the house finding Amris to be ambivalent about the whole affair as long as she refrained from actually getting rid of anything. The list of items that would find their way into the basement grew. It was shortly after noon when they stepped out of the house to meet the Pack and give them Amris' answer. Kiera was thankful he had not mentioned retribution for her once again challenging him in front of others. She still hadn't completely paid off her debt from last time. It earned him a mark of her respect that he had not used his third order to make her back down, though he could have. He had that wild card up his sleeve he could pull at any time. The thought was more exciting than frightening considering how he had used his first two orders. Kiera had never been happier in her life. She found herself unable to keep the smile of pure joy and contentment from her face. Even the prospect of once again being presented to the Pack, was unable to cloud her mood. She hated being the center of attention, hated the feel of every eye on her, though she found herself there more and more often since Amris. It would take a lot of work on her part to find her way around it and learn to accept her new station, and all its pitfalls. The
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prospect of standing on the dais next to him was more intimidating than the challenge itself. She glanced at his face from the corner of her eye and had to sigh at the stern, angry expression that had returned. "I won't let you down." She assured quietly, praying with everything she had that she was telling the truth. "I know you won't, Kiera." He allowed his stern expression to drop for only a moment, to give her a look of confidence and support. He wanted to let her know that though he might be forced to the sidelines for this Challenge, he was there beside her in his heart. As they walked across the glade to the Grey Rock, Amris quite deliberately took Kiera's hand in his and led her to the top of the Rock once again. Now, for the second time in as many days, Amris found himself speaking in defense of his betrothed, and he let them know with his tone that he was not pleased. "A Challenge has been made that Kiera is not worthy of the position I wish to grant her. The Code of the Challenge has been with our race for eons. It has been preserved by the Packs before us as a means of weeding out the weak, and lifting the strong to a position where they can defend the Pack." He looked around the Pack as he spoke, meeting all of their eyes, and reading in them all that they were holding their breath waiting for his decision. "It is often a violent practice. But it is also a noble one and it is not up to me, or any one gathered here, to dispute the validity of its purpose."
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He looked down at Shiri, that horrid little bitch with her eyes gleaming, thinking she had won. "And so I find that where I had thought there to be a choice, there was really none left available for me. Kiera will face Shiri in the Challenge of Combat to prove to you all that she is worthy to stand at my side." Now there was no retreat but he still was not done. He wanted to assure there would never be any reason for his decisions to be questioned again. It was a matter of principal as much as it was proving Kiera was the right choice for him. Then it came to him in a rush what he needed to do. What had to be done before all of them if Kiera was to be accepted as his Mistress. He hated the thought that he had not consulted with her first, but he knew that there was no way out of it now. "After the Challenge of Combat, tomorrow morning Kiera will face the Challenge of Wisdom followed in turn by the Challenge of the Hunt. When she has finished proving herself to you all, then we will plan our Bonding. As the Challenger to the rite of Combat, Shiri will continue through all Challenges set before my betrothed." To the Grey Pack, Amris' word was absolute law. They were impressed by the decisive manner in which he handled the situation. Kiera tried very hard to keep her expression passive as Amris announced her acceptance of the Challenge, intentionally avoiding Shiri's gleeful sneer. Then he went on. She was shocked he was volunteering her for the Challenge of Wisdom. She had only done passably in school and logic
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puzzles defeated her to the point she avoided them. Wisdom was not one of her strong suits. Her surprise grew even more so when he added the Challenge of the Hunt. She was a good Huntress, there was no doubt in that. However to be tested in this way, was enough to set anyone's nerves on edge. Either Amris was trying to get rid of her the hard way, or he had absolute faith in her abilities. Looking into his eyes, she knew it was the latter. He had taken the Challenge to her and increased it two fold. She could see the logic of his reasoning, because if she passed all three, there would be nothing keeping them from Bonding. However, if she failed even one ... she couldn't follow that thought to the ultimate conclusion. Then in front of his entire Pack, he pulled Kiera to him and kissed her as a male kisses a female that is his and his alone. He made it a statement, assuring everyone in attendance understood his commitment to this woman. She returned his kiss with total abandon, branding him as her own. Though others may challenge her claim, she would not give it up without a fight. Her kiss was just as much a display for all, as his was. As he released her from his grasp, he said only two words to his love, and they were just loud enough for Shiri to hear. "Break her." A bloodthirsty gleam came into her eye at hearing him. "With pleasure." she responded with a cold smile. After the assembly at Grey Rock had broken up, Amris had watched as Shiri ran over to her sister and the two of them dashed out of sight into the milling throng. He was saddened
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to see the number of well wishers that Shiri was receiving while his own love seemed to be a pariah once more. That was until Lynelle approached to rest her hand on Kiera's shoulder and speak softly to her. Of all the females in the Pack, he was surprised to have Abram's mate be supportive, but he was pleased to see that whatever she had said, made Kiera smile. Khefris had already started the preparations for the morning duel by ordering everyone from the area around Grey Rock. As an official Challenge, that honored space would be the official combat grounds. Amris moved down from the Rock to rejoin his betrothed and they headed off to the house together, fingers still interlaced, but their thoughts on things far from romance. **** Lynelle had already cleaned the kitchen from the dinner she had prepared for Amris and Kiera and left to be with her mate. Her offer to make them dinner had been graciously accepted since Kiera was using every moment available to prepare for the Challenge. Now Kiera was already in bed trying to get enough rest for the coming morning, and Amris found himself suddenly alone with his thoughts. And they were intense. What would happen if, the Moon Maiden forbid, Kiera lost tomorrow? He knew it was a possibility. Anything could happen in a fight, and he knew Shiri would not hold back from injuring or maiming Kiera in the least. But he also knew that Kiera would hardly hold back either. Shiri had insulted
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her; demeaned her, by saying publicly that Kiera was not good enough to stand at his side. What was worse, was that Kiera had already stated the same thing in private to him. She didn't think she deserved him. Would that thinking affect her fight tomorrow? It couldn't. He would not let it. But what if she lost? He looked around the room reflecting on the house that was his home, but wasn't quite a home yet. A home needed people in it and Amris was still alone in name, even if not in spirit. He had a good position here. It was a position of strength and honor. Pack members from all over the five states knew him; knew his strength. And he had chosen Kiera. But what if she lost? Then they would leave together. Because what he had told her this morning was the truth. He would love her until the last breath left his body, and loving her meant being with her from now on, so if she lost, he would give it up. All of it. His position. His title. His house. Everything. Because he could not bear to send her away alone. Then he smiled as his heart settled and he once again saw her in his minds eye as he had seen her that first night, ready to go through him to get to the human assassin. But she would win. His thoughts were interrupted by the knocking on his door and he moved quickly to open it so that Kiera would not be disturbed. Khefris was on the step looking much like he had this morning. Nervous and worried.
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"It's Fenris." Khefris said. "He has just arrived ... and he said he is looking forward to the Challenge tomorrow morning. He is asking for an audience. I thought it best to inform you since he does not seem to know who you have chosen for your mate." As they headed over to the guest houses Amris thanked Khefris for his forethought. If Fenris had come to his door and gotten even a whiff of Kiera's presence, Amris didn't know how the older Pack Leader would have reacted. "How did he even find out about the Challenge?" Amris asked. "According to him, he got a private phone call from Shiri. Apparently she wants to show off to a bigger crowd, tomorrow." Amris sighed. "This is Shiri we're talking about, Khef'. If she had every Lycan in the country here, she would wonder why the Europeans weren't coming." Khefris barked a short laugh and nodded. "You've got that one right." They had both reached the steps of the guest house and Khefris pulled up short. "I'll leave him to you then. I have other preparations to make before the dawn." "Have Abram finish them. It just struck me that if Shiri has invited Fenris she probably didn't stop there. Ready a few more guest cabins. We'll probably have more visitors before the night is over." Amris sighed; the audacity of the bitch knew no boundaries. Khefris cursed. "Shit. You think she'll turn it into that much of a spectacle?" He met Amris' level eyes and sighed. Then he nodded his head. "Yeah, of course she will. Shit!"
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Amris waited until his second was away from the house before going up and knocking. When Fenris opened the door, Amris forced a smile to his face and prepared for the maneuvering to begin. "Master Amris!" Fenris sounded surprised. "I hardly expected a Master to come to me. I was expecting a summons to your home for greeting." "Nonsense, Fenris. You've traveled quickly to be here. And I know someone of your advanced age would need their rest. And besides, my betrothed is sleeping right now. She's going to need her strength in the morning." Fenris' eyes narrowed visibly. "And who is the lady? She must be someone special to have caught your eye." "You have no idea my friend. I believe she is truly the one I'm destined to be with forever." Amris sat in the chair. "With how I feel for her, I know I would kill anyone who harmed her." Then he grinned, but his eyes held the familiar steel. "Outside the Challenge, of course." "And she's that good?" Fenris asked politely. "I mean, I know Shiri is no push over. She's such a vicious little thing, I'd suspect fox blood in her!" Fenris laughed at his apt description and Amris was forced to smile with him. "Yes, but it's a dangerous game she's playing, as well, Fenris. By Challenging my choice, she's Challenging me, isn't she?" Amris leaned back in the chair. "Maybe I should have just expelled her. Put a Hunt Mark on her. It seems to have worked for your problem." "What? Kiera? That disrespectful cur." Fenris almost spat and then remembered where he was. "I'll run her to ground
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eventually. She can't hide forever. You were smart to walk away from that when you did." "So the way I hear it, she broke a Pack Order? Threw your authority right in your face. Made you look like a fool in front of your Pack." Amris found himself secretly enjoying each dig and jab. "What was that all about anyway?" "Does it matter?" Fenris didn't like the way the conversation had suddenly turned on him. "She was given an Order. She broke it. Simple." Amris nodded. "Sometimes I wish it were as simple as that for me. Now I've got two bitches ready to go to war just to hop into bed with me." Fenris laughed. "I wish my problems were as simple!" "What would you do, Fenris? In my place?" Amris asked curiously, stroking the Leader's ego that a Master would seek his council. Fenris shrugged. "Tell Shiri the Challenge was stupid. Give her a good fuck to let her know what she was going to be missing out on, and then go back and bounce all over your mate the rest of your life." He smiled but his smile never touched his eyes. "That way you still can claim to have gotten a piece of that fox's fluff and if your mate pisses you off, you've got a fall back position!" Amris laughed with him at the notion, though the humor never touched his eyes. They continued chatting for a few more minutes before Amris rose to say his farewells. "Oh, Amris." Fenris said as he was leaving, "You never told me the name of your betrothed."
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Chapter 15 The predawn wood was unnaturally quiet. Even the birds knew there was something significant afoot and held their morning songs waiting the coming competition. The voices of those gathered to watch the combat were kept low and respectful. Kiera did not look around to see who had gathered, she didn't want to know. She had not been able to escape the rumors that elders from several other Packs were in attendance. Flaming torches marked the four corners around the circle, and the boundaries of how near the spectators could approach. She stepped into the circle that had been marked as a battle zone. Shiri stood on the other side, receiving words of encouragement from those around her. Kiera had all she needed. Amris' kiss was still warm on her lips; his steady look of confidence continuing to give her courage. She heard her name gasped with shock in a familiar voice and glanced to the observer. To her surprise, Fenris was walking up to take his place next to Shiri. She heard Shiri laugh softly at his reaction. "You can take out the trash once I'm done with her." Shiri said loudly, earning a riot of laughter from those around her before taking her place within the circle. Kiera tried not let Fenris' presence distract her by trying to block him out completely. That the man who wanted her dead so desperately, was so very close, left a bitter taste in her mouth. Shiri obviously had no intention of letting Kiera live to tell the tale if she lost. It only strengthened Kiera's resolve to
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not only succeed in this Challenge to prove herself; she would do so to make a statement to Fenris and all the Lunatier Pack. Now, it was personal. Khefris stepped between them, "A Challenge has been made and accepted. Combat will begin on my signal and end when one combatant is unable or unwilling to continue." He looked from one grim face to the other. "There will be no retreat beyond the line of the circle, or the combatant immediately forfeits her right to continue. There will be no deathblows or weapons. Do you understand and accept the rules of the Challenge?" Shiri gave him a cheery, "Yes." While Kiera simply nodded without a word. Khefris stepped out of the circle and gave a short, sharp bark. The signal to begin. Kiera's senses narrowed. She could only see her opponent, blocking out the ambient noise of the observers. She moved with fluid grace, circling her opponent. They eyed each other carefully, watching for any sign of weakness or vulnerability. Shiri was fast, faster than Kiera would have thought by looking at the woman. The attack nearly caught her off guard as she bent away from the blow. Shiri's claws raked her shoulder instead of the cheek she was aiming for. There was no doubt in Kiera's mind that Shiri was out to maim her at least. The crowd roared at the drawing of first blood. It was less than three seconds into the match and the challenger had drawn on the defender. A small group of men gathered to the side to wager.
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Kiera's reflexes were good though and she was able to catch Shiri's outstretched arm and twist it behind her. Twisting her own body, she spun to stand behind Shiri as she pulled back, adding pressure to the appendage. Shiri grunted and dropped to her knees, rocking forward suddenly to take Kiera off balance, then lifting one leg to kick back, straight into Kiera's stomach. Kiera rolled with the blow but was forced to release her hold. Shiri spun on the ball of one foot, pulling her leg back under her from the kick. Now she was low and level with the ground, and her legs were coiled like springs beneath her. She propelled herself at Kiera, claws extended. As Shiri leapt at her, Kiera dropped and rolled under Shiri's flying body to come up behind her, sending a solid kick into the middle of Shiri's back as she landed. Shiri used the momentum of the kick to carry her out of Kiera's reach before turning back to face her opponent. But then she suddenly winced, and clutched her ribs. She went down on one knee, her other hand bracing her against the ground. She was hurt, but there was no surrender in her. Kiera didn't wait; she moved in to take advantage of Shiri's moment of weakness. It was a mistake as Kiera soon learned when Shiri suddenly shot to her feet, throwing a handful of sand into Kiera's eyes, effectively blinding her. Kiera's hands came up to cover her eyes, which was the only thing that saved her face from the slashing claws Shiri raked across the back of Kiera's hands.
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Amris forced his mind to separate from the moment or he would have been down in a second protecting his lover. Instead, he watched those around him. Who was cheering for Shiri to succeed, and who was watching Kiera. In the heat of combat, truths were made clear, and Amris needed to know who was with him. It was disappointing to say the least, at how few held themselves back and waited to see what the prospective Mistress would do. Only Silas seemed to be cheering her on with all his heart. His heart dropped a little more when he spotted Khefris approaching the betters and adding his money to the till. Kiera reeled under the pain, which would have been blinding on its own. Wiping her hands across her eyes she cleared them as much as she dared, costing her the precious seconds she needed to retaliate. As it was Shiri slashed again, leaving three more jagged lines across Kiera's stomach. If Kiera had not been bounding away from the strike, it would have been a crippling one. As it was, it left another smear of blood on Kiera and Shiri was still relatively unhurt, and operating from a position of authority. It also drew another cheer from the bloodthirsty crowd. Kiera danced away, accepting the blow as she tried to regroup. In her mind she saw Amris smiling at her with the utmost confidence. She could not let him down. She would not humiliate him. Her vision was hazy even now, and she knew she needed to do something quickly, because Shiri was relentless in her attacks. Unable to keep the small smile from tracing her lips, Kiera reminded herself of who and what she was. She was a
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fighter and a Huntress, and had been trained to compensate the loss of one sense by using the others all the more. Closing her eyes she crouched and waited, holding herself completely still. Shiri was so confident in her own victory she made no effort to hide her movements. Her breathing was hard, coming in short, rapid pants. The rush of adrenaline that must be her complete conviction of impending victory, gave her scent an additional tangy quality that had not been there before. She was moving in fast, yet Kiera waited until she was completely sure of Shiri's location before acting. Amris held his breath, knowing instinctively what Kiera was trying to do. He saw that many of the male fighters recognized her ploy as well, and, like him, they were holding their breath and not saying anything to warn Shiri or to distract Kiera's thoughts. His Pack was playing fair and it made Amris proud that Kiera had shown him this side of them. Suddenly, Kiera moved from a state of stillness into a flurry of action. Her own claws extended as she shot to her feet, leaning into the direction of Shiri's approach. Her claws flashed out and she caught the woman by the shirt, ripping the material and skin underneath. As soon as her fingers touched cloth, Kiera closed her hands in a strong, unbreakable grip. Then she shifted her weight to the side and lifted, jerking Shiri off her feet before slamming her to the ground onto her back. The air rushed out of Shiri's lungs when she hit, giving Kiera the opportunity to get two solid punches into Shiri's belly before Kiera was kneed in the temple. She fell sideways
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into the sand and Shiri was on her before Kiera could catch her breath. She brought her hands up, just in time to deflect another slash aimed for her face, but Shiri's nails still dragged across her neck, drawing blood. Amris could tell that Shiri was going for more than a victory. She wanted to scar Kiera and wound her so badly that no man would want her. Amris hated Shiri more than he thought possible then, because she had just proven herself as a vindictive bitch; certainly ill suited to stand at his side. But if Kiera recognized Shiri's motives as well, maybe she could use that against her somehow. With a kick of her legs and arch of her back, Kiera was able to dislodge Shiri, taking another blow against her cheek for her trouble. She had to end this and quickly or be scarred for life. She knew Shiri's motive now. Even if she won, she would be scarred and ugly if Shiri had her way. The backhand caught her by surprise, snapping her head back. Kiera growled low and dangerous in her throat. She was tired of Shiri's crap, and she felt herself starting to slide into her own shell. A thin red haze came over her vision, and a roaring filled her ears. Kiera stepped through the blows to get close then administered several hits of her own into Shiri's stomach, driving the breath from the red head's lungs. When Shiri fell to her knees, Kiera was relentless. For too much of this combat Shiri had had the initiative and Kiera was tired of it. With a rapid snapping kick, Kiera caught Shiri under the chin and flipped her onto her back. "Get up!" For a brief moment Fenris had forgotten himself, and Amris glared at his guest. Kiera's uncle closed his mouth
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tightly, recognizing his error. He would force himself to be silent, but the damage was done. Kiera stumbled and practically fell onto Shiri's prone form, crawling on top of her. Struggling for breath, she grabbed Shiri by the front of her shirt and hit her across the jaw. Yet unlike Shiri's attack, Kiera's claws were not extended. Instead, Kiera relied solely on the power of her open handed strike to knock Shiri senseless. Once, twice, at the third blow she felt Shiri's body go lax under hers. Her body trembled as she struggled with her inner beast. The bloodlust was on her, demanding she administer the killing blow, and finish it. She sucked oxygen through her nose and mouth and looked down at the red haired bitch that had challenged her for her right to be with her mate. She blinked and shook her head. Then she snarled and threw Shiri to the ground. Shiri's head bounced from the force of the blow and Kiera shoved herself away from her prey as she staggered to her feet. The gathering was strangely quiet. No one moved or even breathed as they waited and watched. Kiera took several steps away from her defeated foe before falling onto her own knees in the dirt, drawing in great gasps of breath. The pain hit her like a freight train yet she made no sound. Khefris returned to the ring, kneeling next to Shiri for a moment before standing to address the crowd. "Shiri lives yet is unable to continue the fight. As witnessed by you all, Kiera has won the Challenge of Combat." He announced in a loud,
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clear voice as the sun crested the horizon bathing the area in a pale light. That was all it took for Amris to bound down from his position on the Rock. He was more than pleased with Kiera's fight. He was honored by it. As he moved to her side he was quiet and allowed her the dignity to stand on her own. Everyone watching had seen Shiri's attack, and everyone there knew that Shiri had wanted to scar Kiera before the world. Yet, when Shiri lay helpless in her hands, when no one could have interfered, Kiera didn't kill her. Kiera didn't maim her, or scar her. She showed a quality beyond her opponent's, and they responded. Around her, several of the Pack, males and females, shifted form and howled her victory into the sky. Kiera's eyes were still red and watering, giving her only flashes of clear vision. She circled slowly, looking at the faces of those around her as best she could. Some were unfamiliar while others were far too well known. Her hand rested in Amris' squeezing it tightly when her bleary gaze rested on the furious face of Fenris. He started into the circle toward them but Khefris lay a restraining hand on his arm and he stilled. Pulling her attention from her former Pack Leader, Kiera managed a smile and raised her arm in victory and acknowledgement of the cheering group. "Get me out of here." She whispered to Amris from the corner of her mouth. Weakness and pain were encroaching quickly and she refused to give in while the Pack still watched her. She would walk from this circle just as she had walked in. Her pride would allow for nothing less.
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Amris escorted Kiera from the circle and the Pack opened up before them. The sounds of their howling receded as they neared their home and Amris gathered her into his arms to carry her up the stairs inside. **** Amris was walking out of the ring with Kiera at his side and Fenris watched it unfold with disbelief. It seemed impossible that she had managed to not only get past his Hunters, but had somehow ensnared Amris into her clutches. Fenris stormed into the crowd that was milling around Shiri and snapped, "What the fuck is going on around here? How did that bitch get so close to Amris?" The members of Amris' Pack who were near backed off from the visiting Pack Leader. They knew Kiera had disobeyed his directive and that was why he had placed a Hunt Mark on her. They also knew better then to interfere with a Pack Leader on a tear. He stepped over Shiri's unconscious form and snapped at the women tending to her wounds. "Wake her up. I want to know why this little bitch didn't tell me Kiera was here!" A strong hand closed on Fenris' shoulder and spun him around. Khefris was glaring at the visiting Pack Leader, his temper barely restrained. "Shiri is not of your Pack so you have no claim to be giving orders here, Fenris! Go to your guest house and leave this circle." "You can't order me, pup!" Fenris' snarl was deep and low and came from his barrel chest;his response to a threat immediate.
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Khefris responded in kind with his own growl, and the women tending Shiri quickly scooped her up off the ground and hustled her out of the way. All around the pair, the visiting nobility and the members of Amris' own Pack widened out, allowing a circle to be formed large enough for the two males to have room to fight. Then another visiting authority, Master Ryka Lupo spoke. "Fenris, relax. Khefris, stand down, sir." The Pack Master's voice was smooth as butter. "We've already witnessed one fine demonstration of combat here today. We don't need another one." Both Fenris and Khefris simply glared at each other until Fenris visibly shook himself free of the rage consuming him. "You are correct, my ally." To Khefris, he nodded. "I apologize. If I'd known that cur was going to be here..." "Her name is Kiera, as you know, and she is my Mistress." Khefris' hair was standing on end and he was seconds from shifting and fighting and be damned with the consequences. Fenris must have surely sensed it himself, because he apologized at once. "Well, if I'd known ... Kiera was going to be here..." "Then you would have come with your whole Pack." Khefris had no time for Fenris any longer. He had not been certain before, but now the Lycan knew that Amris was right. There was definitely something wrong here and Kiera absolutely needed protection from Fenris. And now she was his Mistress. Even without the Ceremony being performed, her actions today had proven her worth to the Pack's second. "I tell you again, Fenris. Return to your guest house."
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Fenris was not one to be bullied or ordered about, but Ryka had already prevented one fight. It would not do to start another in front of such a valuable ally. Without a word, he turned and stalked off in the direction of his temporary residence. As they watched him leave, Ryka turned his attention to Khefris and said, "You will need to tell Amris we need to see him. All of his invited guests. It is serious enough to harbor the target of a Hunt Mark, but to put on a display such as this one ... I have questions." Khefris just nodded to Ryka and bowed his head. "I will pass on your message, Master Ryka." * * * *( "You were magnificent, Kiera." Amris whispered to her. He knew she must be hurting, but she had held her pain, unwilling to show those around her how badly the slashes had burned until the front door closed behind them and they were alone. Now she whimpered into his chest, and gritted her teeth against the flood of pain that flared up then receded again. His words of praise carried her above the pain, above the aches of her own body. She looked up at him and smiled through the tears that ran down her face. "I told you I wouldn't let you down." He carried her to their bed and laid her down. Carefully, he stripped her clothing from her so he could check her for any wounds that may not be apparent. He was still checking her
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when the Pack healer appeared with her two young daughter apprentices, in the bedroom doorway. "We are here to help care for her." The healer stepped forward. "She is likely to be the Pack Mistress, it is our duty." Amris shook his head. "I know it is your duty, Glinda," he said with a gentle smile, "but she will be my mate, and it is my right. Leave the medicines and salves here, though, with my thanks. Tell the others I will see them tonight. After I know she is recovering well enough on her own." The ladies nodded and smiled knowingly. Then they turned away almost as one and headed back to the Pack. They still needed to minister to Shiri after all. But their first service had been to the victor, and they understood duty. Amris collected the salves that they had brought over and rejoined his mate. She was lying quietly on the bed, her breathing even. Before he did anything, however, Amris shifted into his wolf form and stalked over to her prone body. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air around her. He could smell her blood. He could taste it in the air. He let the feel of it fill him and then he dropped to his knees beside her. As his ancestors had done eons before, he extended his tongue and gently licked at her injuries. Cleaning the cuts and bruises with each swipe, and feeding from her blood as she became a part of him. He cleaned the wound on her stomach. He kissed and licked at the wounds on her hands. Kiera lay quietly with her eyes closed. Amris' gentle caring of her went beyond simple treatment of her wounds. He touched her heart, her soul. His midnight fur tickled her skin, wanting her to stroke it all the more. Comforted and cared
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for, Kiera relaxed, watching him through half closed eyes. She might have gone to sleep had it not been for the pain and the intense need to keep Amris in sight. Then his tongue was at her cheek, and he cleaned the slashes there with a gentleness and tenderness that went beyond one wolf caring for another. His tongue was soft, but deliberate, and her bruises were soothed with a loving touch. When he was done, he laid his head on her breast. He listened to her heartbeat and closed his eyes and let her being consume him. After a long while he shifted back to his human form so they could talk. The beast was good for many things, but conversation was not one of them. When her hand touched his head he sighed with the pleasure of her touch. His head lifted from her breast, but her hand was still at the side of his face and he took it gently in his own, mindful of her injuries. "Rest, my love. I am here." Kiera gave him a weak smile, stroking the side of his face softly. "Talk to me a while? It will help take my mind off the pain." She would make no demands of him, only asking what she thought he might give willingly. From prior experience, she knew the salve would sting upon application though soothe the pain after it began to work. She only asked him to talk to her for as long as he was treating her wounds. He had guests who could not be neglected for long. "Fenris is here." She said with a sigh as he sat up to attend to her wounds using slightly more conventional methods. "I should have expected that. Has he started any trouble yet?"
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"Hunh ... not likely." Amris smiled but it was a humorless curving of his lips that did not reach his eyes. "He knows I would gut him like a pig if he tried anything here." Then he did chuckle. "Though you should have seen his face when he saw you step into the circle. Priceless. It seems Shiri neglected to tell him whom she was going to fight. Careless of her." "Shiri must have called every Lycan on her speed dial in the five state area. I don't know everyone in your Pack by sight yet, but there were some faces I didn't recognize at all." She held her body rigidly still, refusing to even flinch. Amris' touch was light and gentle, which helped though, did not remove the sting completely. Her jaw clenched and her eyes closed while he ministered to the deepest wound on her stomach. "I should be at your side while you rest, but with so many other Masters and Leaders here.... "He sighed. "Until we are Bonded, I must see to them. But," he kissed her forehead and was glad it was cool and not fevered, "not for some time yet." He carefully made sure the salve was applied properly and was pleased to see she was already recovering from the wounds on her hands. She was strong. "It was a good fight, Kiera. When she threw the sand in your eyes ... oooooh, I was so close to jumping into the circle." Then he chuckled lightly. "But I knew you would kick my ass if I did, so I restrained myself." "Good for you. I would hate to have challenged you in those circumstances. Lord only knows how that might have turned out. I would have had all Shiri's friends and relatives
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using that as an excuse to get a piece of me." She chuckled. The look on his face made her laugh all the harder. He smiled as she laughed with him, but when she winced in pain, his hand closed on hers so he could share some of it with her. "I'm sorry, love. No more jokes." He was about to add more when there was a soft knock on the doorframe of the bedroom. Amris turned his head to see Khefris' back framed there. "The Pack Masters are in a bit of an uproar, Master Amris. They are asking questions I cannot answer, about the Mistress, and your choice." Khefris' voice was low. "What should I tell them?" Kiera fell silent, the joy and mirth of the moment gone from her expression. Amris sat between her and the door, in turning her face away from Khefris, she inadvertently turned away from Amris too. Her eyes closed as she listened, wishing with all her might things were different. Amris sighed. "Tell them I will join them in an hour. And I will answer their questions then. If I so choose." "Oh and I have something for you." Khefris said, producing a small bundle of twenty dollar bills from his pocket. "What's that?" Amris asked, raising a brow at the wad. "I took the liberty of making a small wager on your behalf." Khefris chuckled and thumbed through the bills. "You made quite a killing." Amris laughed. He should have known Khefris would have his back and felt guilty at his earlier thoughts about his second in command. "Leave it on the table. I'll take care of it later."
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Khefris nodded and was about to leave when Amris stopped him. "Your Mistress will need protection when I am gone." "I will be here, Master." Kiera turned back, about to protest when a sharp pain hit her. Who was she fooling? She was in no condition to defend herself. They were already infiltrated with her enemies; it would be stupid to dispute the need for protection. She let go a soft sigh as Khefris walked away. Amris nodded his head, and Khefris left to take his message to the other guests. They would have to wait until Amris was good and ready to talk to them, and if they didn't like it, that was too bad. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 16 Kiera refused to think too deeply on the troubles that pulled Amris away from her. Struggling to keep her movements casual, she shrugged carelessly and returned to the conversation they were having before Khefris' interruption. "She left me no choice. Had she not taken my eyes, it would not have been necessary to hunt her like a dog." She wiped at her eyes again with her arm, avoiding the use of her hand to keep the healing salve from getting into her eyes. Amris' cleaning of her had gotten all of the sand, though her eyes were still itchy and irritated. Then she remembered what Khefris had said about questions being asked about her, and her expression grew concerned. "What did Khefris mean the other Pack Masters? I guess I need a full roll call of everyone here." Then a thought occurred to her, and she grew even more agitated. "Amris, who is acting as Pack Mistress? I mean, before I got here who was acting Pack Mistress? When you have important guests like this visiting, who sees to the feast?" Kiera was growing alarmed. If there was no feast to welcome the honored guests, it would reflect poorly on the Pack as a whole. It was the duty of the female mate to the highest ranking male within the Pack to assure such niceties as these were attended to. Even with the Challenge unresolved, she knew that everyone with any rank or title would expect her to still do her duty. After all, she was sharing Amris' bed and with that pleasure came other not as pleasurable responsibilities.
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"Lynelle normally acts as the Pack Mistress for these functions. Sometimes Wynetthe, Khefris' mate." He shrugged. "Sometimes it is Glinda. But that doesn't matter. This invitation was not mine. And I will be speaking with Shiri about that ... when she regains consciousness." He couldn't hide the smile that touched his lips. Kiera pushed herself up into a sitting position with a wince. "May I borrow one of your shirts again?" At his darkening expression she huffed. "I can't very well meet with Lynelle and who ever else she will bring with her to help, in the nude. You go on and do your Pack Master thing and let me take care feast planning." "You are not meeting her in the nude, because you are not meeting her. You will rest that pretty body of yours in bed here. This is where you belong." Amris scowled at her, trying hard to keep his love for her from tainting his commanding tone. "You have only just become conscious enough to carry on a conversation. And though I didn't find a head injury, maybe I should look for one now because you certainly aren't acting rationally." Kiera merely gave him a tight smile. "I'm sure there are lots of people who will be very impressed with your chest beating and macho he-man routine, go share it with them. I don't have time for it right now." "Yes, you do!" Amris shook his head. Did the woman have to argue about everything? "It's not a macho he-man routine!" He rose from where he'd been sitting at the edge of the bed and crossed his arms. Then he realized how ridiculous he looked so he uncrossed them and let them at his sides.
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"You will stay in that bed and recover properly. I will extend your courtesies to our guests, but you will give yourself time to recover. Please, Kiera. I am making this request as your betrothed. Don't make me order it as your Master." "Don't threaten me." Kiera said lowly, narrowing her swollen eyes at him. She shifted her weight, lifting the sheet for her to slide out of the other side of the bed. "In case Fenris hadn't listed it in with the multitude of other sins he's laid on my head, I don't follow orders well." "That's an understatement." Amris frowned, knowing he had to find some way to get her to see his reason, or she would just get out of bed as soon as he was gone. "And how will you be protected? Damn it, Kiera, don't make me a widower before I'm a husband!" Kiera sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. She made it that far before having to rest and catch her breath. "Alright, look. I'll stay here and let you and Khefris keep an eye on me like a good girl. Lynelle and Wynetthe can do the running, or get some of the younger women to do it. Shiri is in no condition to put on a proper feast and if we don't, the other Pack Masters will leave disappointed and thinking ill of the Pack. You know it as well as I do if you'll just stop and think for a minute. I won't go running around decorating or shopping or any of the other nine million errands that will need to be done. I'll stay right here. I promise. I just..." She sighed and gripped his hand as she pushed to her feet with a grunt. "I'm not going to have the Pack look bad just because some stupid bitch has a vindictive streak a mile wide."
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Amris was finding it harder and harder to stay angry with her. She didn't argue with him unless she had a point to prove, and she was very good at proving her points. He ran his hand through his hair and thought it over. Being a Pack Master meant more than ruling with an iron hand when a member got out of line. It also meant knowing how to make a concession or two to keep the Pack happy, and willingness to respond when circumstances demanded it. Now he was going to have to do the same thing with Kiera. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll get you a shirt, and you get into bed. I'll prop up your pillows and you can sit up and stay awake. I'll direct Lynelle that before anything major is done for the feast, you need to approve it. It won't get you much rest, but if I have your word you'll stay in bed, then you will at least have control over the feast while you recover. Agreed?" "Works for me." Kiera grunted as she slid back into bed. "See how easy I am to get along with when I get my way?" She grinned sheepishly. Then she saw his expression and had to smile. She reached out and held his hand, and tried to make light of her obstinance. "I'm not trying to give you a hard time, really. I'm just used to doing things my way." She sighed, lay back on the pillow and then looked up at him with a serious expression on her beautiful features. "I warned you of my faults before you agreed to all this. You had your chance to back out." "By the Moon, I love you, woman." Amris leaned forward and kissed her gently, careful not to hurt her. When he stood
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back up he gathered up a shirt from his bureau and helped her into it. Once she was back in bed, and propped up for comfort as much as she could be, he kissed her once more. He pointed a finger at her as he headed for the door. "Remember, you promised!" He was still smiling at her as he left the bedroom to go tell Lynelle about their arrangements. "I love you too." The words sounded strange to her when spoken in her own voice. Only her family had ever heard them and now she found them coming so easily with Amris. Kiera watched him leave, snuggled securely in his shirt. Just as he hit the door she remembered something from the night before. He had asked her a question then they got sidetracked. She'd never responded to it. "Oh, Amris!" She called out to him, then waited for his head to pop back through the doorway with a curious expression. "My favorite food is lasagna and my favorite color is purple." She chuckled softly at the laugh that trailed him out of the room. Ten minutes later Wynetthe came into the bedroom with a warm healing draught and a list of small things that needed to be decided on right away. As they went over each item, Kiera found herself responding more and more easily to Wynetthe's direction. Khefris' mate had a keen eye for the small nuances around the Pack, and she knew the visiting guests better than Kiera did herself. She found Wynetthe's advice and support a comfort; especially after considering the other welcomes she had received. Once Wynetthe had Kiera's direction on the first list of items that needed to be prepared, she insisted that Kiera
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drink her tea. After all, she had pointed out, Kiera might be able to talk Amris into leaving her be, but Wynetthe had no power over the Pack Master and she didn't want to face his anger if she didn't have to. Kiera laughed with her, then drank down the tea in several large gulps. Before she left, Wynetthe adjusted her pillows, and then eased the door closed so that the activity in the kitchen would not disturb the future Pack Mistress. It was a mean trick, but Master Amris had said he didn't want Kiera getting out of bed for any reason. And Glinda had assured her the small soporific could only help the healing of her wounds, once Kiera was sleeping soundly. Besides, given her choice, she would rather have a healthy Kiera facing Shiri, than an injured one. **** Amris took his sweet own time making his way back to Grey Rock. It was his own meeting place, and if his guests had any complaints or concerns, then they would do well to meet him on the ground of his choosing. When he got there he wasn't surprised at all to see Fenris pacing the ground. As the junior Pack head present, he should have surrendered first claim to one of the other Pack Masters, but apparently they had allowed him first say. He spotted Pack Master Ryka in the group, as well as Leader Dervis and Master Quentin. He also spotted the gigantic form of Ra, the second in command of the Weret Pack, standing next to his good friend and ally, Horus; Pack Master of the Weret Pack. Amris ignored Fenris and strode
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over to his friend, clapping him on the shoulder as he shook his hand. Horus might have been shorter than all the other men present in the glade, but he was broader of shoulder, and his arms were huge. Amris had heard that Horus had once crushed a man's head with one hand, and though the feat seemed incredible, Amris had no reason to doubt it. "So, Amris, you finally decided to find a bitch and settle down?" Horus smiled. "I would say it's about time. I've heard enough moaning and mooning from these bitches to last me a lifetime. Even Ra was saying yesterday to me, That Amris, he needs to get himself a bitch." Amris laughed and looked at Ra. "Did you actually say that?" Ra just shook his head and frowned. "No." Horus chuckled. "Well, he probably thought it then." Horus wrapped a large arm around Amris' shoulder and started walking away from the Grey Rock dragging his friend deliberately long beside him. "So, I noticed today, this Kiera bitch. She's pretty feisty, huh?" Amris laughed. "Yeah. She is." Horus smiled. "Good, good. And you love her, right?" Amris nodded his head. "Of course I do." Horus grinned and looked back at the other Pack Masters and Pack Leader Fenris. "It's okay, gentlemen. He loves her." Then he looked pointedly at Fenris and his voice tightened. "Now, leave him alone." With Ra at their back, the two friends left the glade together, Horus chiding Amris for not telling him sooner about
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the Challenges or the upcoming Ceremony. He also managed to slip in a question or two about Kiera's 'performance' in certain matters outside combat, and Amris offered to get his friend a drink, or two, or three, if he just dropped the subject. **** "Who is she and why do I care?" Over three hundred miles away, Lycan Lord Ulric Talon tossed a five-by-seven glossy photograph of Kiera back onto his desk. Broad of shoulder, with a clean and trim athlete's body, Ulric Talon was the epitome of power and nobility. His piercing green eyes were bright and the intelligence behind them was obvious at a glance. His hair was black and cut short, with just a touch of grey at the temples, but for a man approaching almost two hundred years of age, he looked remarkably fit. As the most senior Lycan noble in the entire United States, Ulric's word was law for thousands of his race. "Her name is Kiera Lunatier, my Lord and there has been an official request by Fenris Lunatier to amend the Hunt Mark placed on her to a Blood Mark." The man sitting across from him said as he tapped his fingers lightly on the photograph. He was the mirror image of Ulric, save for a small scar at the corner of his lip. Ulric glared at his brother, a flash of his green eyes which would have sent a lesser man running. "Don't My Lord me Falen, you know how much I hate it when you get official. It's just us here."
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Falen leaned back in his chair and spread his hands "It's an official request." He responded mildly, in no way intimidated by his brother's temper. Ulric shook his head with a soft sigh. "So what did she do that would possibly warrant her being dismissed from the Pack?" He asked curiously as he relaxed his pose to match that of his brother. It was uncommon enough for a Hunt Mark to be placed on a rebel Lycan, but any Lycan with a Hunt Mark could still rejoin another Pack that was willing to take them on ... if they survived the Hunt. A Blood Mark would mean that the Lord himself has ordered that no one shelter the wolf. It was a death sentence in the truest sense of the word because no Pack disobeyed the Lord. "She's a rogue Huntress." Falen watched Ulric's reaction carefully and was not disappointed by the sputter of sheer disbelief. "This little slip of a thing?" Ulric snatched up the photo to look at it again. "Fenris must be getting desperate for Hunters. Perhaps it is time to combine the Lunatier Pack with one of its larger brethren. Isn't the Grey Pack close by?" With a shake of his head he tossed it back onto the desk and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "A week ago, that might have been a good idea." Falen conceded with a tilt of his head. "Little Miss Kiera here, changes all that. Amris Grey has not only given her asylum, but has announced his intentions to Bond with her as of two days past." Ulric laughed aloud, completely amused by the idea. "Amris never was one to go the easy route. Instead of
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choosing a bitch from his own pack, he has to draw from elsewhere, and a fugitive at that." Then he sobered. "Surely Fenris is not seeking our involvement just to even the playing field." "Amris is a good and solid Master and not someone any of the Leaders should consider taking on one-on-one, or even Pack on Pack." Falen agreed. "Which is as it should be. Leaders have limited power for a reason, their Packs are small and they live on the outskirts of society. The moment Amris became involved, Fenris should have dropped the whole thing." Ulric mused. "But he has Master Ryka as an ally." Falen pointed out. "And Amris has Master Horus and Master Quinten." Ulric countered. "Fenris is out of his league unless he has a Duke in his pocket." He raised a brow questioningly to his brother. "Not that I know of. Dukes do not involve themselves in the affairs of Leaders. We have more than enough on our plate without inviting more." Falen denied the subtle question easily. Ulric sighed. "Then why is Fenris wasting our time with this nonsense? He must know we will not get involved." "He is hopeful. An edict from the Lord would go a long way toward furthering his cause, and justifying his original Mark." Falen swept the photograph off the table and into a folder by his hand. "I trust Amris. If he sees something valuable in the bitch and can control her, I see no need to interfere." Ulric narrowed his eyes at Falen. "But then you must have known
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that as my second in command and most trusted Duke. So why did you bring this to me directly? What else is going on?" Falen shrugged. "Fenris pulled in a favor. It was a small thing, not enough to gain my support of him though I did tell him I would speak to you on this matter." Ulric laughed again and shook his head. "I do not think I want to know what a Duke might have needed from a Leader that was so important as to gain a debt. Knowing you, it must have had something to do with a bitch. You really should find a mate and settle down. Your whoring ways will get you into trouble." Falen raised a brow, "And what of you, when do you plan to Bond with Jazz?" "We are in no hurry. There is time," Ulric said vaguely. "She has her own family duties to consider and I have more than enough keeping me busy as Lycan Lord of the United States. There just doesn't seem to be the time to plan a Bonding Ceremony." "You better make your claim now before she gets tired of waiting." Falen got to his feet, indicating he had nothing further to bring to his brother's attention. "What will you tell Fenris?" Ulric was thankful to find a change of conversation, he was uncomfortable discussing his private life. Even with his twin. "I will tell him that you see no reason to get involved at this time, and that he needs to work out his differences with Amris directly." Falen gave him a short bow. "I am already late to another meeting. Are we still on for dinner tonight at your house?"
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"Jazz has been cooking all day. You better be there or she's going to be livid and that bitch has a nasty temper." Ulric chuckled, waving his brother out of the room as he returned his attention to the papers on his desk he had been working on prior to Falen's arrival. Falen left his brothers' side and headed back down to his chauffeured ride. As he slid into the back seat, he gave his driver orders to head down to Gnaw Bone, Indiana. The matter of his ascendency was coming along too quickly for those Lunatier idiots to screw it up. He pulled Kiera's picture from the envelope and studied it. This little slip of a female had already caused him problems. She'd seen the effects of his special silver bullets first-hand, and without even realizing their significance, had embroiled herself in his affairs. Fenris should have enlisted that human's aid for a second kill. That would have been so much simpler. Who could have accounted for Amris Grey's involvement, though? Well, to be honest, he thought, Hector should have. They'd seen the signs, and they should have taken his into account. Duke Falen leaned back in his seat with a sigh and rubbed at his eyes. He shouldn't have to deal with this mess personally. Fenris and Hector should have been able to deal with it on their own, but because of their continued failure, he was being forced to take an active part. He turned his gaze back to the photo in his hands and sighed. It really is too bad, Kiera, that you saw what you did. You really are a pretty little bitch. But if you need to die, for me to achieve my destiny, so be it. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 17 Once again Kiera was out of the house, standing in the glade at Grey Rock in the early pre-dawn hours. Having slept most of the previous day, her injuries were well healed. Much more than if she had been human, though her skin was still mottled by bruises. The only wounds that still required bandaging were those across her stomach, and the bandages there were securely wrapped about her middle. Her hands, shoulder and neck had scabbed over, the wounds shrinking as if they had been received a week ago instead of the previous day. She had a sneaking suspicion there had been something in the tea Wynetthe seemed so determined to pour into her late yesterday afternoon. It was shortly after her second cup she had finally succumbed to exhaustion and pain. She had woken as Amris was coming to bed, managing to remain alert only long enough to eat. Then sleep had claimed her once more. Now, she stood in the glade for the second time in as many days, to face the Challenge that could mean her life. If she failed and was rejected by the Pack, she would lose her mate and the protection of the Pack. She had known when she left the trailer park she would never be able to return. That hadn't changed. If she could not stay here, then she had no where else to live. She would be an outlaw, and a stray. No other Pack would dare take her in with the Mark and the bounty on her head. Worse still, was the bleakness of her
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existence, as short as it would surely be, without Amris. She couldn't fail. Once again the torches were lit around the circle. Amris took his place as overseer on the plateau and Kiera stepped into the circle alone. Kiera looked about her, taking note that there were many who had already seemed to switch sides in supporting her. Her Challenge yesterday had already won some supporters. Shiri stood on the opposite side of the circle, flanked on either side by Cheri and Fenris. Hector had joined him overnight, a shiver of fear slipping down Kiera's back at the look Hector gave her. Refusing to show how much their presence bothered her, she gave him a jaunty smile and small wave of greeting. His scowl only deepened. Shiri stepped forward into the circle which cued the approach of Khefris and Lynelle. Kiera allowed herself a soft sigh of relief. If Lynelle was to be arbitrator, Kiera would be sure of a fair judgment. Even in the brief times that they had spoken over the last couple of days, Lynelle had been pleasant and friendly. Kiera knew she would one day be a good friend. As long as she succeeded today. Khefris turned to address the crowd, and Kiera could tell it was already much larger than it had been the day before. It seemed many were drawn by the prospect of humiliation, and it didn't matter if it were Kiera's or Shiri's. Lycans as a race enjoyed a good challenge, and whether it was for the enjoyment of pitting two adversaries against one another, or for an opportunity to mark a weaker wolf, Kiera knew these proceedings would only get more intense.
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"A Challenge has been made and accepted." Khefris announced to the gathering. "The challenger has prepared a test of logic and wisdom. Kiera will be given an envelope containing the test. She will go into solitude. She will have no communication with another living creature until she returns with the solution or the sun sets." He outlined the rules of the Challenge as a formality. In earlier times, the Challenged wolf could conduct the Challenge in the security of their own home; but in today's age of electronics and computers and the Internet, such aids were seen as cheating. Now, the only tools available to a Challenged wolf were their own wits. Technology had ironically made the Lycans stronger. To Shiri he said. "Challenger, is the test prepared?" She nodded shortly, her movements stiff. "In your hand you have two envelopes. The tests within are identical." Again she nodded. "One will be given to Lynelle who will judge the validity of the test. The other will be given to Kiera." Here Shiri paused. "How do we know she doesn't have a cell phone or two way radio in that jacket of hers?" She sneered, her eyes affixed to Kiera's leather jacket. Kiera simply unzipped the covering and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground behind her. In only her t-shirt and cropped jean shorts, there was no place to hide a device the size of a cell phone. Shiri frowned, disappointed. It was clear from her expression she had expected a protest or fight of some sort. With a soft growl, she all but threw the envelope at Kiera. Once the paper touched her hand, Kiera turned and moved toward the woods. From the corner of her eye she saw
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several of the male Hunters under Khefris' command, move into a position to keep Hector and Fenris from following her. It gave her confidence knowing she would be allowed to complete the Challenge, uninterrupted. Eager to be away from curious eyes and expectant glares; she broke into a run, needing the solace the woods offered. Her ears caught the trickle of a small stream which she followed deeper into the brush until she found a place to stop and draw a deep breath. Dropping to sit next to the stream, she opened the envelope, drawing out the single sheet of paper. At first she just stared at it, flipping it from side to side. It was completely blank. There was nothing here! By the Moon, Shiri had given her a blank piece of paper, instead of the actual Challenge. She was dooming her to failure right off the start! For a moment, Kiera started to panic. It wasn't fair! It was cheating. But the gathered Pack Masters wouldn't allow Shiri to cheat. And neither would Lynelle. So the blank sheet of paper had to be a message of some sort. Maybe even the clue itself. Confused she ran her fingers over the clear page, surprised to find ridges and indentations in the paper. Holding it flat in her palm she raised it to her eyes. Sure enough, the bare light of morning showed a series of thin groves in the page. Someone had pressed down hard, writing on the page above it. Kiera turned it over and over in her hand, unsure of what to do. Then it occurred to her that even just handling it she might be damaging the message before she even figured out how to read it. She had seen messages of this sort revealed
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by rubbing a pencil over the page. Unfortunately she didn't have a pencil. She would have to make due with something else. Leave it to Shiri to make it part of the challenge just to read the damn thing. After several moments of thought, she laid the page on a patch of bare earth, holding it down by the corners to run across the dirt. Flipping it over, she repeated the process. The sun was creeping higher in the sky, allowing Kiera to hold the paper up to the light and peer through at the message. The dirt had covered the flat part of the page, leaving the letters lighter by contrast. Aloud she read: "I am of the Light I live in the Night By some I am feared By others revered Bonded by Fate For none can escape Without arms or a face All know my embrace What am I?" Frowning, she muttered. "I really hate riddles." **** Amris' beloved hadn't been out of the circle ten minutes before Fenris started. "Now that she is no longer among us, I demand that the woman be surrendered to me and this Challenge process be announced void." He looked over to Ryka, Horus and Quentin as the three Pack Masters present
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and made his case. "You know she has a Hunt Mark against her for disobedience against The Code. She is willful and headstrong, and she has come here seeking shelter from justice." He pointed up to Grey Rock where Amris stood with his arms crossed and his eyes filled with fire. "I do not know what wiles she used to seduce you Amris, but even you must realize The Code is there for a reason. And she flaunts it." Ryka was watching Amris with careful eyes. As another Pack Master he had the authority to cancel the Challenge and have Kiera seized. But with Horus present, he knew the dark wolf would support his friend and ally. Quentin too might present a problem, though Ryka did not entirely know where his loyalties lay. Besides, Ryka wasn't fully certain yet of the whole picture either. The entire situation was disturbing and had caught him off guard especially after his meetings with Kiera's brother; and Ryka preferred his problems neat. "What do you have to say about it, Amris?" Ryka asked. "Has she bound you somehow?" Amris looked to Ryka and nodded. "Yes, Ryka. She has. I am bound to her with my heart and with my head. With my blood and through my seed, I am bound to her." He faced Fenris. "And I am well aware of the Hunt Mark you placed on my betrothed, Fenris. But while she is in these holdings, your will has no say. Further, I will be challenging the Hunt Mark at the next Gathering." "A Hunt Mark hasn't been challenged in over fifty years, Amris." Horus said softly.
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"Then we are due, my friend." After that, the glade was silent as they waited for Kiera's return, and Amris felt Fenris and Hector's eyes burning into him from across the glade for the rest of the day. **** It was mid afternoon before Kiera returned to the circle. Shiri was lounging in the center, holding court with many of the younger bitches and single males. At the sight of Kiera they scattered. Several others came to attention, watching with bated breath. Kiera glanced to the platform, reading tension in the way Amris held his body. Something had disturbed him, or he was simply as afraid as she was. He had every reason to be. Though Kiera was not completely convinced her answer was the right one, she had been unable to come up with anything else for over an hour. She had simply not been willing to drag out the process. It was now or never. Shiri got to her feet, her narrowed gaze piercing Kiera like an arrow. From her expression, Shiri was convinced whatever would come out of Kiera's mouth would be the wrong answer. Kiera ignored her and focused on the moderator. If she was wrong, Lynelle would at least be kind about it. Word was spreading quickly that Kiera had returned to Grey Rock, the crowd growing as many rushed to hear the verdict. Taking a deep breath, Kiera stepped into the circle and moved to stand in front of Lynelle. "Have you an answer?" Lynelle asked, having read her own copy, she knew the test was a riddle.
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"I do." Kiera answered. Before she could continue to give it, Lynelle shook her head. "Let me see your clue." She demanded, holding out her hand for Kiera's envelope. Taken aback, Kiera handed it over with no little confusion. This was unexpected and certainly not part of the formality. If there was an appeal, the contents of the envelopes would be examined, never before. "Why ... It's blank!" Lynelle's voice carried over the crowd, causing murmurs of discontent. Fenris' eyes gleamed, and Amris was prepared to leap from the Rock to examine it himself, but Khefris was already there. "How can you conduct a Challenge with a blank paper?" His head turned to Shiri and the red-haired bitch backed down from his glare. "No, no you can still read it." Kiera moved in closer and showed Lynelle, and Khefris who was looking over her shoulder, how to read the clue. She was afraid they would think she had failed that part of the Challenge. Khefris and Lynelle shared a long look at each other. They moved off to the side, soon to be joined by three more men Kiera didn't know. She had no idea what was going on or why there was a problem. Amris started to move from his perch only to be held back by one of the men signaling him to stop. Had this been a normal Challenge, Amris would be called on to make a judgment call. As it was, there were three other Pack Master's in attendance to mediate. "The clues are different." Lynelle informed Horus, Ryka and Quentin in a hushed whisper.
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"How so?" Ryka asked, holding his hand out for the clues. "One is written, the other is invisible." Lynelle said as she handed the pages over. Ryka examined the pages, then handed them to Horus and Quentin for an identical examination. "The words are the same and the defender was able to find a way to read it. The test is valid." Ryka said quietly. "The Code says the clues are to be identical in every way." Horus pointed out. Quentin was silent, waiting to observe how it played out. He was cautious and not as prone to outbursts as Horus was, but he also knew of Fenris and Ryka's alliance. If he needed to, he would adjudicate simply to keep those two from gaining too much control of the situation. As he looked over to Amris, standing on the Rock, he marveled at the Grey Pack Master's composure. He knew that if someone had challenged his mate this way, blood would have been spilled. "A technicality. Were they completely different, I would agree." Ryka countered quietly, keeping his voice so low even those standing next to him had trouble hearing. "My concern however, is the answer. I am familiar with this riddle. There are two possible answers to it. Both are correct." He leaned in even closer, whispering the answers into Lynelle's ear. Horus frowned but held his protest. "Should there be an appeal, I will support it. The Challenge should be declared invalid." "We will cross that bridge when we come to it." Ryka acknowledged Horus' displeasure with an inclination of his
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head. With a motion of his hand he sent Lynelle and Khefris back into the circle. When they returned to the contestants, Kiera was fidgeting nervously while Shiri watched the huddle with impatience. Lynelle cleared her throat, uncertain. "What is your answer?" she asked of Kiera. Just wanting the whole affair over with, her nerves stretched to the breaking point, Kiera gave a terse, one word reply. "Death." "Ha!" Shiri couldn't contain her glee. "Wrong! The answer to this riddle is a shadow." She turned to those behind her. "Fenris, you can have her." The previously silent crowd became animated, some turning away to leave the spectacle, others exchanging money, while still others burst into noisy conversation. "Hold!" Ryka bellowed, stilling the crowd and halting Shiri in her tracks. Lynelle cleared her throat again. "As others are familiar with this same riddle, it has been determined there are two possible correct answers. One has been given by Shiri, the other by Kiera. They are both right." She then read the riddle to the group in a loud clear voice. "I am of the Light I live in the Night By some I am feared By others revered Bonded by Fate For none can escape Without arms or a face
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All know my embrace What am I?" A voice from the crowd said "Death is correct." "No it's a Shadow you fool." Another countered. Within minutes the crowd had become angry and argumentative. These were highly unusual circumstances and everyone seemed to have an opinion. Even more interesting, everyone now realized how difficult the Challenge had been for Kiera. Most riddles had but one solution, and therefore victory or defeat was easy to decide. Kiera had been forced to put her life with Amris and the Pack to a fifty-fifty chance. Many more were now impressed with her courage. Khefris turned in the center of the circle, waiting for the crowd to settle down. "As witnessed by you all, Kiera has won the Challenge of Wisdom." He said giving the official verdict as relayed to him by Lynelle. His statement only sent the crowd into an uproar all over again. They could not simply announce it in that way. It needed to be adjudicated. There was a Code and there were Laws. There were three other Masters here. Let them decide her fate. "Hold!" This time it was Amris who had called for order to the proceedings. Everyone settled at once, and even the visiting Pack Masters, looked to Amris to hear what he would say. "Kiera, approach the Rock and kneel." He could see the confusion on her face at his order, but these were official proceedings and his word was law. So she moved forward and
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knelt as directed. But he could also see in her eyes the pleading hope that he would find a way to help her. "When you opened the envelope and saw the blank sheet, what did you do?" He asked. "I was stunned. I knew there must be a clue somewhere, but it was not obvious. I knew she would not make the Challenge easy for me, and that it would be up to me to find the clue. I used the dirt near the stream to cover the paper. The clue was imprinted in the paper in white." There were some murmurs from the crowd at her resourcefulness, but Amris glared at them all and the circle was silent. "We know now that there are two answers to the riddle that was given to you." He stated loud enough to be heard by all. "Why did you choose your answer? Speak truthfully." Kiera glanced over to Shiri and then back to Amris. "Because she wants me to fail. Because my Challenger wishes only one thing for me. And that is a life without my love ... my death. The answer was almost too obvious." Amris nodded and looked over his Pack. Even now he could see the gradual shifting of the tide. Two days ago they were supporting him because of who he was and what had been done to his name. But now, through the two Challenges, they were coming to know Kiera as well. And he could see that now they wanted her to succeed. He spoke to his Pack and he spoke to his guests, and his voice was gentle and persuasive. "During the Challenge of Wisdom," he said, "the common goal of the test is to determine how well the subject thinks, and reasons, and
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solves a problem set before them. Before us today, Kiera has not solved one problem, but three. First, she solved the problem of the paper itself. Where was the clue? Was the blank sheet the riddle, or was there something more? Lynelle and Khefris both thought on first glance the paper was blank, and Kiera needed to show these two wise wolves the solution." Khefris grinned and nodded his head in agreement and affirmation. Even Lynelle blushed at her own error. "Secondly, the riddle itself. Shiri chose a riddle that even the Pack recognized had two solutions. How do you determine which is correct? How do you determine which is valid? You cannot know for certain. But what you can do is have confidence in your choice. And once you make that choice you accept the consequences of that decision. Greater than knowledge; that speaks of courage." He could see Ryka, Quentin and Horus all nod approvingly at his words. "Thirdly, in solving the riddle and selecting her answer, Kiera showed us the third element of the Challenge. Know your enemy. She has admitted to us today, how she perceives Shiri's Challenge. She has admitted to us today, an understanding of the challenge beyond what was written on the paper she was given. This, my family, is a sign of wisdom." "I support your decision." Horus said at once, with a smile on his face. "As do I." Ryka said simply. "And I." Quentin nodded.
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"Kiera, stand before me." He said softly, "You have not faced one challenge today, but three. And in all three you have been victorious." The glade erupted once again, but this time it was in cheers and Amris leapt from the rock's edge to land next to Kiera and raised her hand unable to keep the smile of pride from his face. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 18 Kiera rose slowly, unable to believe she had actually met and passed the Challenge. When she took Amris' hand, he felt her hand trembling in his grip, and he squeezed it gently. She stepped to his side and smiled to the crowd, a little dazed. Through the happy faces, her gaze was drawn to the dark, furious gaze of her uncle. It was well known he hated not getting his way, and she had managed to thwart him time and again. This contest between them had now gone far beyond her refusal to accept his order. Shiri was standing next to him, animatedly trying to talk to him and visibly shaken. He ignored her, holding eye contact with Kiera until Kiera looked away. Several well wishers crowded around them, seeking to congratulate her. It was a significantly larger group than the day before and her attention was diverted to thanking and greeting them all. The three men who had conferred with Khefris and Lynelle held themselves apart from the others. Who were they? She couldn't very well stop and ask Amris now with so many others demanding their attention, but poise and authority emanated from them. They had to be Pack Masters of their own Packs. The thought of her Challenge being witnessed by Lycans with such authority made her shiver. Her grip tightened on Amris' hand to assure she remained at his side and was not swept away by the tide of people gathered around them.
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For his part, Amris kept her hand in his as he guided her through the crowd of well wishers, pleased that she had done so well with such a difficult task. When they reached Horus, Quentin, and Ryka, Amris used that moment to release her hand so that she could introduce herself. "Kiera, I would like to present you to Horus Weret. My friend and ally. His Pack is northeast of us, in Michigan." Horus was shorter than both of the other men, but what he lacked in height he made up for in build. His shoulders could easily have measured three feet across, and the power of his compact body was unmistakable. He was wearing simple jeans and a solid white, buttoned shirt. His hair was cut neat along the sides, but was tied in a ponytail down between his shoulders. His eyes were a deep brown, and his keen intelligence was readily apparent in his gaze. "You honor us with your presence." Kiera said formally as she offered her hand to Horus. She had heard good things about him through the Lycan grapevine. He was known to be a fair Pack Master with a wealth of humor and a slow but explosive temper. That he and Amris were friends did not surprise her. "You're accomplishment today was inspiring, Kiera," he smiled as he took her hand, and she could see the honesty in his eyes. "But then, Amris always did have excellent taste." Kiera chuckled. "You obviously haven't spoken to Fenris lately. As far as he's concerned, I'm the devil incarnate." She shrugged with a grin. "Fortunately for me, Amris didn't listen." She wasn't sure how much Horus knew but wanted to prepare him for anything he might hear about her. By making
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light of it, she hoped to reduce the rumors' effect on Horus' judgment of her. Then Amris turned her to the gentleman standing in the middle of the gathering. This man was older with a touch of gray at his temples, but there was no hiding the keen intelligence in his eyes either. Where Horus' power seemed to radiate from him through his size and strength, this man's aura was through sheer will. In an instant, Kiera knew this was not a man to be crossed. "This is Ryka Lupo." Amris knew that the Pack Master's name stood on its' own and he needed no further introduction. Kiera visibly started, completely caught off guard. He had the air and carriage of a man of power, yet just who he was surprised her. Again she responded formally. "Your presence honors us." It was a standard and acceptable greeting upon meeting one's better. She glanced to Amris then back to Ryka as he took her offered hand. "Your brother spoke highly of you, Kiera, and for good reason. I am honored to witness these events." He took her hand in his and touched it to his lips. "You will have to come and visit me when you have the opportunity." He smiled. "If your brother could brave my Pack it should be child's play for you." Kiera's smile became tight, though it didn't falter. The casual mention of her brother sliced through her, the pain reflected in her eyes. "I ... yes, we'll do that." She looked away, though not before Ryka's quick, intelligent gaze noted the difference in her. She took a shaky breath and continued
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in a subdued voice. "I do not have the grace or finesse my brother did, he was..." She caught herself, realizing what she was about to say was totally inappropriate in the current company. "Very special." She amended instead. Ryka nodded in agreement. "Yes, Kiera. I believe that, too." As attuned as he was to Kiera's distress, Amris turned her to the last remaining man and completed the introductions. "And this is Pack Master Quentin." As she shook his hand, Kiera was struck with how much he looked like Amris. In fact, Quentin was likely what Amris would look like in another fifty or sixty years, give or take a decade or two. Amris saw her look and added, "Quentin is kind of related. He's my sire's cousin." "You honor us with your presence." Kiera said for the third time, then she smiled. "We will have to talk later, I'm sure you have some stories of Amris' childhood he would rather me not know and I want to hear every one of them." They all got a good laugh at the look of horror that crossed Amris' face. Leveling a finger at his kin Amris warned, "I know where you live." But there was no heat in the threat. Everyone knew he was teasing and Amris broke into a grin at Quentin holding up his hands in mock surrender. Following more introductions at Grey Rock, Amris excused himself and Kiera from the group. Explaining quite honestly that she needed to rest before the feast that night, they made their way back home. Once they were in more private
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chambers, Amris had to restrain himself from squeezing her to his chest and kissing the daylights out of her. He knew her stomach wound was still healing and the last thing he needed to do was re-open it in his exuberance. But he also knew she could see his love for her in his eyes, and he had to accept that as he kissed her passionately in the doorway of their bedroom. But now that they were out of sight of prying eyes and wagging tongues he could tell her how he felt. "You must rest, Kiera. The first feast isn't for a few hours, and the rest will give you a chance to heal further." He couldn't keep the smile from his face. "I am so very proud of you today." Kiera smiled up at him, her eyes shining. "I was so afraid. I know I'm not the smartest bitch in the woods. Adric did all the major thinking for both of us. But it all sort of clicked about one o'clock. It just seemed too easy." She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him for a long moment, her head resting over his heart so she could hear the steady thumping. "I love you." She sighed. Releasing him she turned toward the bed, sitting on the edge while she took off her boots. "Can you stay for a while or do you have to go back and entertain?" She wouldn't be a burden to him, but she did not want to be alone either. She tried to keep her voice as neutral as possible, making the question a mere curiosity instead of the plea of her heart. Amris just nodded his head and put his finger up indicating she wait a moment. He stepped out into the foyer and Kiera
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could hear him talking with someone on the porch. Then he slipped back into their bedroom and eased the door closed. "I can stay for a while, my dear. Silas will give us an hour." He grinned. "By then, you had better be sleeping." He stepped into her embrace and they kissed gently for a moment or two before Kiera began undressing. True to form, she had been naked underneath her t-shirt and Amris chuckled. "Nope. No cell phone there." Her jeans followed and Amris found himself suddenly way overdressed. Within minutes he was slipping naked under the covers with her. He knew she was in no condition for any lovemaking, so he had to make do with simply holding her in his arms and feeling the heat of her body, and the warmth of her breath on his skin. Kiera curled into him, settling her head on his shoulder. "That was just silly of her. I don't even have a cell phone. Not that Shiri would have believed it. It was easier just to shut her down." She sighed softly hiding a yawn "It was nice of Horus and Quentin to come though, I can't begin to wonder why Shiri thought it necessary to invite not just one but three other Pack Masters. Ryka was a bit of a surprise." She kept her voice soft, enjoying the intimate feeling of her naked mate under her. Choosing her words carefully she ventured into the problem at hand. She knew what needed to be done but she didn't want it to come across that she was giving Amris an order. "Fenris isn't happy I have won two challenges thus far. You might want to keep an extra eye on him and his guard tomorrow."
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Amris chuckled lightly. "I thought you said you weren't the smart one, Kiera?" Even though she couldn't see him, he nodded in agreement. "I've already got Khefris alerted to any possibility of interference. I hate the idea of putting a watch on Shiri, but I don't even want her going near Fenris while he's here. I told Khef to let me know if they are anywhere near each other tonight." He closed his eyes. "I'm not allowed to help you tomorrow, Kiera, but remember this: I trained Shiri. What she knows about the hunt, I taught her. If you thought the last two were difficult, she will try whatever she can to make sure you lose tomorrow." "Oh I know what to watch for now. Shiri is skirting the rules, barely keeping her own involvement in the Challenge legal." Kiera nodded in agreement. If Amris had trained Shiri, this was going to be a difficult task indeed. His fingertips brushed the hair from her face and he smiled when she kissed his fingertips. "But you're still better than her. Remember that, too." His voice took on a serious quality, and while she was still awake he said, "You know, Kiera. I know not too many people have given you much confidence in yourself in your life. But no one else beat Shiri yesterday. You did that. And no one else figured out the riddle or the card today. You did that all on your own." He gently placed his hand over her breast and felt her beating heart. "And though I will always be here for you, you have to understand it's because of what is in your heart that drew me to you. Trust in yourself."
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Kiera was uncomfortable discussing her insecurities with anyone. Even her family had a hard time pulling her into a conversation she didn't want to have. Choosing to focus on his last statement she chuckled lowly, stifling another yawn as her eyes closed lightly. "Fenris said it was because I have a great ass. And, by the way, I don't want to know why my Uncle was looking at my ass. Adric ... well Adric was biased. He thought everyone should love me like he did." Her voice took on a dozing quality. In the soft light of the room, with Amris' arms securely around her, she couldn't seem to stay awake. Amris smiled. "Pardon me if I don't want to love you like a brother." Amris hand slid down her body until he was cupping her naked butt in his hand. "And I hate to say it, but I think Fenris and I agree on something." He gently rolled her to her back and kissed her softly, but passionately on the mouth. She gave him her tongue and he sighed with want and need, but he also knew that this was not the time. When he broke from the kiss, her eyes were bright and loving, but they were also hooded with fatigue. "Rest, my beauty. I will wake you soon enough." A pleasant sigh was his response, and her eyes closed. He brought the covers up and over her body, then dressed and went out to relieve Silas. "I heard your father made the trek here, even with his injuries. You may go to him if you wish." Silas shook his head. "He may be my father, Master Amris. But my duty is here now." "You are sure?"
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Silas only nodded. He remembered what his father had wanted to do to Kiera at the farmhouse, and he had been appalled then. And he remembered Kiera's mercy, and Amris' own forgiveness. These were wolves he would follow. He knew already that if it came to a war between the Packs, he would stand at Amris' side; even against his father and former Pack. But right now his post was at his Mistress' side keeping her safe. "Very well then, Silas. I'll be back in an hour. Make sure she is not disturbed." **** Kiera woke up alone and alarmed. It was darker outside than it should be. She leapt from the bed and rushed to dress. She had nothing really appropriate for a feast, so her jeans and t-shirt would have to do. A flash of color drew her eye to the foot of the bed. Carefully laid out on the comforter was a silk dress the deepest shade of green Kiera had ever seen. It would bring out her dusky complexion beautifully, even to her own unskilled eye. She fingered the material reverently; almost as if afraid it would vanish when she truly woke. Dazed, she dressed in the matching undergarments, which had been provided as well. It made her feel sexy and wanton to have something so delectable feeling against her skin. The dress slid over her head easily, molding to her curves. The full skirt flared from a narrow waist. The low neckline showed enough cleavage to be enticing. Matching shoes were on the floor at the foot of the bed and she slid into the three inch heels.
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Turning to look at herself in the mirror, she stared for a full minute before realizing she would have to do something with her hair. Rushing into the bathroom for her brush, she found a curling iron and make up laid out on the counter. She would have to make sure to thank her fairy godmother, when she found out who she was. Only a woman would have given this much thought to what another woman might need. Half an hour later, she emerged from the bedroom to a low whistle. Silas stared as he got to his feet slowly. "Kiera ... you're wearing ... wow. You're ... a woman." It was all he could say. He had never seen her in anything but jeans and a t-shirt, and though there had been no hiding her sex in that wardrobe, the dress only magnified what had remained hidden for so long. Kiera chuckled. "Good thing, too. I think Amris would be upset if he found out differently at this stage." Her expression was so familiar Silas actually relaxed. "You let me over sleep." She added accusingly. "The Pack Master told me to." Silas crossed his arms over his chest as he spoke in his own defense, deftly putting Kiera in her place. Amris was the authority over them all, even her. "I'm supposed to take you to him when you wake up." Kiera found herself nervous at the idea of walking across the glade in the high-heeled shoes. She had so very little experience in heels. True to her nature though, she met the challenge head on instead of shirking from it. "What are we waiting for? I'm hungry."
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Silas moved to the door, opening it for her. Though the gesture was one of courtesy, Kiera did not miss his eyes scanning the exterior of the house for any sign of danger. Or that he scented the wind before stepping aside to let her pass. The night was cool, giving respite to the heat of the day and Kiera couldn't help but smile. Crossing the glade was easier than she would have thought, and when she caught sight of Amris, all concerns and nerves fled her in an instant. Amris had been in discussion with Horus regarding a shift in their mutual boundaries when he caught sight of Kiera in the moonlight. He actually missed a beat in his discussion and Horus laughed. After elbowing his massive lieutenant, Horus smiled and said, "Next time, Ra, remind me to invite Kiera to our negotiation table. She's the first one I've seen catch Amris with nothing to say!" Horus laughed loudly at his joke, and Ra responded with a tight smirk. Amris fired a dagger with his eyes at Horus, but it was too blunted by Kiera's smile to have any effect, as his head was already turning to take her in. "I will have to thank Lynelle in person." He said as she took his hand. "When she said she had a little something for you tonight ... I had no idea." Kiera had to smile at the absolutely stunned expression on Amris' face. It made her feel all the better, and she was already feeling wonderful just in the dress. It was a humbling realization how much she had been missing out on by not embracing her feminine side. There was a certain power in rendering a grown man speechless. Aware of the eyes fixed
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on them, she kissed Amris on the lips lightly in greeting. "Ah, Lynelle. I had wondered who my fairy godmother was. I need to find her to thank her." It seemed that now that she was dressed as a lady, Amris was even more careful with her. His hand on hers seemed somehow more delicate, as if he would break her if he used his strength. And even Horus, who normally had a line for every occasion, simply smiled politely and bowed to her. "You're a lucky wolf, Amris." Horus said simply. "Had I seen her first, you'd be fighting me for her hand." Then he couldn't help himself and he looked up at the chest of his bodyguard. "Well, either me or Ra. isn't that right, Ra?" Ra, with all the eloquence he normally reserved for his Master's jokes, grunted. Kiera looked up at the massive man Horus had referred to as Ra. He was huge even for a Lycan. He was one of those men that you definitely would not want to run into in a dark alley. Big and intimidating, Kiera sincerely hoped if it came to a war, Horus and Ra would remain on Amris' side. She did not want to think what it would take to fight a man like that. Turning back to Horus she smiled. "You and Ra both have very fine qualities I'm sure, however only Amris will ever be the Master of my heart." She spotted Lynelle over Horus' shoulder. "If you will excuse me." [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 19 Hurrying to the older woman, Kiera tapped her on the shoulder. Lynelle's squeal of delight had Kiera laughing. After a moment she twirled, letting Lynelle appreciate the full effect of her handiwork. She was oblivious to the heads turning her direction, or the hungry stares aimed at her slight form. She had no idea the effect she was having on the other guests while she chatted amiably with Lynelle, their conversation frequently punctuated with laughter. Glinda and her eldest daughter Star joined them and soon the four were behaving as old friends parted for too long. Amris and Horus were not oblivious to the looks of the other male wolves. As they continued talking about their own affairs, Horus would occasionally interrupt, for no apparent reason and spout off a number. When the big wolf reached fourteen, Amris stopped talking and looked at his friend. "What the hell are you doing, Horus? Fourteen what? We were discussing some stock trades." "I'm sorry, Amris. I thought you knew, since you're the one responsible." Horus grinned so wide his canines were showing. "You've been shooting fire from your eyes at every male daring to look Kiera over. Right now there are fourteen of them lying in flames. Sorry. Fifteen." "Horus, don't be an ass." Amris tried to be firm but all that came out afterward was a sigh and a laugh. "That obvious?" "Yeah. But that's okay. If you weren't flaming them, I'd wonder why I was here." Then Horus got serious and closed
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his hand over Amris' shoulder. "She's a fine bitch. But you are going to have some real trouble with having her here. Be ready, and be firm." This time it was Amris' turn to smile and laugh. "Around Kiera? I'm always ready. And firm." At that, even Ra laughed. Their laughter drew Kiera's attention for a moment, her eyes meeting and holding Amris' as she gave him a small smile. Glinda said something to her and she turned to reply, opening her mouth only to be interrupted before she could utter a word. "Oh my, Cheri, look who decided to play dress up." Shiri's voice traveled over the crowd making Kiera stiffen as she turned to face her. "Dressing up in mommy's clothes? What a big girl." Kiera smirked, crossing her arms over her chest in a very familiar gesture to anyone who knew her. "This little girl has handed you your ass twice now. Don't make me recreate yesterday just to remind you of that." Shiri raised a brow and looked Kiera over critically. "You didn't exactly come away unscathed. Shame it's not Christmas that green goes so well with all the red." She looked pointedly at the healing wounds on Kiera's shoulder and neck. Khefris stepped in between them. "That is enough. To your neutral corners, ladies." Shiri and Kiera just looked at each other, neither advancing nor retreating. "Khefris," Kiera said sweetly after a
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moment. "You might want to let Fenris know, his bitch slipped her leash." With a scream of outrage Shiri lunged for Kiera, only to be caught neatly by Khefris. The larger wolf easily plucked her out of the air, spun her around and when he deposited her on the ground gave her a swift kick in the ass. Shiri yelped when she was kicked and her hands moved to cover her backside so she wasn't kicked again. But she didn't go very far before she spun about and glared at Khefris. "Ooooohhh ... I ... you ... why you ... ARRRGGGHHH!" She turned her back on them all and stormed away back towards her own clique. But the encounter had cost her. Not only had she been humiliated by the kick to her rump, but also it showed Kiera had solidified her own defenses in a very short time. And now Khefris was nearby and showed no indication of moving along. Horus was chuckling about the whole thing. "That was pretty slick. I'll have to get him to show me that whole spin around then boot in the ass thing. Pretty funny." Amris smiled back. "I'm just glad she didn't touch Kiera. I would have hated to punish her for breaking the Challenge code. It would have looked like I was playing favorites." "Nah." Horus shook his head. "You would have been fine." He was about to add more when Ryka stepped over to the pair of Pack Masters. "Kiera is looking very attractive tonight, Amris." Ryka looked back at her and noted she was watching the three of them with a questioning look on her face. "And she's much
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better than she gives herself credit for. The Challenge today was inspired." Amris nodded, accepting the compliment for her. "I told her the same thing, this afternoon." Ryka nodded. "Good. Good." Horus frowned and interrupted. "What's going on, Ryka? If you hadn't called me last night, I wouldn't even have known about these Challenges. And then suggesting that Quentin might want to be here too? Then I get here and here you are with Fenris, your own ally. If you hadn't invited me..." He was going to add Amris would have been alone and outnumbered, but he wasn't going to insult his friend that way. "Just what kind of game are you playing?" Ryka hated it when Horus was so direct. Unfortunately, Horus' directness was also one of his greater strengths. Horus Weret was the type of Master that dealt with things directly, and he hated subterfuge and the subtle manipulations that went on within every deal or pact. But that didn't mean he was ignorant of them, and many emissaries from around the region had learned very quickly that there was a sharp mind in the muscular frame. However Fenris' unexpected approach interrupted whatever Ryka may have been about to reveal, leaving Horus' query unanswered. "My apologies." Fenris said slightly harried. "Master Amris, I am in need of your assistance." Khefris immediately put his body between Kiera and Fenris, ushering the women to the other side of the crowd and putting them as far away from the Pack Leader as was possible.
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Fenris ignored Khefris and ran a hand through his hair. "One of my lieutenants has been gravely injured. He is not healing as quickly as I would like. May I have your healer take a look at him?" He was being more than solicitous, reaching close to the point of groveling. Amris frowned at him. "Which lieutenant?" Fenris looked around as if he might find the people responsible in the crowd around him. "It's Carlos. My second. He was set upon by a large band of ... strays, and they left him for dead. He ... Silas is his son." He added, clearly hoping that would sway the Pack Master to his aid. Amris was frowning as he ran through the different options in his head. Carlos was alive because of Kiera's plea in front of his son. Where did his commitment to her request end? Had it ended at that farm, or was he still responsible, now that a request had been made to help him while he suffered from those same injuries? He would have loved to tell Fenris no. That it was impossible. But he had promised Kiera he would not kill Carlos. And if he refused him treatment and he died? Amris sighed. Then he said, "I will allow Glinda to look at him and treat him on one condition." Fenris swallowed hard. "What is that condition?" Amris looked to Kiera, who was still watching them, straining to hear what they were talking about. "Tomorrow, you will not interfere with the Challenge. You will order Hector and Carlos if he's strong enough to be present, not to interfere with the Challenge. The Challenge is between Shiri
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and Kiera, and if you have already made any agreements with Shiri, they are now void. The Challenge must be honored." Amris crossed his arms and stood like a rock in front of Fenris. "Do you agree to the condition?" Fenris looked over Amris' shoulder and saw Horus and Ryka both watching and he knew that any commitment he made would have to be honored, or he could lose everything. With a nod of his head, Fenris decided. "I agree to the condition." Amris looked over his shoulder and called out to Glinda. When she joined them he was direct in his instruction. "Go with Leader Fenris. His lieutenant is badly hurt. Do what you can for him, then return to the feast if you are able." Fenris informed Glinda which guesthouse he was staying in with his men, watching her hurry away to gather the supplies she would need. Inclining his head to the Masters he looked over Amris' shoulder to Kiera who continued to watch in worried curiosity. He smirked and gave her a sly wink, then left to await the healer. Once he was gone Khefris let Kiera pass to weave her way through the crowd to Amris' side. "What did he want?" "A healer." Amris' answer was short as he watched the Pack Leader walk away until he was completely out of sight. "For Carlos?" Kiera asked instinctively. It was the only thing she could think of, having seen Hector at Fenris' side earlier in the day. Amris nodded tersely though he took Kiera's hand in his with the utmost care. "We won't let it ruin the evening." She smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
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"Of course not." Amris agreed, taking her into his arms and kissing her fully and completely. Horus laughed at Amris' effrontery, then turned his head and looked at Ra. "You know, maybe I should look into a woman for myself one day. They do look kind of fun." Ra only looked down at his leader and shook his head. "You remember what happened last time." Horus could hardly forget the circumstances the wolf was referring to, but that incident was a long time past, and those scars had already mostly healed. At least he believed they had. As he watched Amris with Kiera, he wondered if maybe it wasn't time that he started looking for a mate as well. No, he mentally rejected the idea. Some wounds take longer to heal than others, and now was not the time to even consider a mate. He still wasn't ready. True to their word, neither Amris nor Kiera allowed Fenris to ruin their evening. She remained beautiful and happy and smiling throughout the rest of the feast. Amris, for his part, was always near her side providing support and introductions to some of the senior members of the Pack. He was pleased to see that they had accepted Kiera into their fold already, even without the third Challenge completed. Most Lycan accepted the Challenge of Combat as a demonstration of a wolf's worth above all the rest. Kiera had succeeded quite handily in that conflict and for a majority of the Lycan present, it was really the only one that counted. Even Abram seemed to have recognized and accepted the fact that Deirdre was out of the running as Pack Mistress and was at least cordial and polite when he spoke to Kiera.
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Finally, the festivities and drinks wound down and Amris was able to lead Kiera back to their bed so she could get her rest. As much as the Pack was moving to accept her, she did still have the third Challenge to face, and she still had wounds that needed healing. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 20 As Kiera stepped into the circle, she was thankful this was to be the last challenge. Though she was used to getting up early, these predawn mornings were getting to her. Shiri was already there, waiting, looking for all intents and purposes like she was half asleep. Spectators began to arrive with thermoses and coffee and picnic baskets, settling in for a day of waiting. It seemed that this final Challenge had become almost as much a spectator sport as the first Challenge. Khefris once again took center stage. "A Challenge has been made and accepted. The Challenge of the Hunt begins now. A marker has been placed at the eastern most tip of the dry riverbed. The challenger will begin her hunt for the marker now. In one hour, the defender will begin her hunt for the challenger. One must return with the marker. The one to do so will be declared the victor." Shiri immediately turned and dashed off into the wood the moment Khefris finished speaking, as was expected. Amris, Khefris, Horus, Quentin and Ryka approached Kiera with a large map of the area. Often when a hunting Challenge was made, both participants had prior knowledge of the area. Since Kiera was new and knew little of her new homelands, she was given the opportunity to study the map and ask pointed questions of exact areas featured on the map. Kiera noted that there were three areas the two women would have to pass each other between Grey Rock and the
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marker. She spent the full hour studying the map, familiarizing herself with the lay of the land and any possible pitfalls to her plan. The moment her hour was up, she too headed into the woods at an easy lope. She entered at the exact spot Shiri did, pausing to scent the wind. A heavy, floral perfume filled her nose, making her snuff in an effort to remove the cloying scent. Shiri was being clever indeed. The red haired bitch hadn't tried to neutralize her scent. Instead she had made it so powerful and overwhelming, that if Kiera tried to keep to the scent alone, she would soon make herself ill. So instead of following the scent as any Hunter naturally would, Kiera hurried to the closest spot Shiri would have to pass in order to return to the circle. She reached the spot she had memorized from the map after only a fifteen minute jog. It was open with few places to hide. If Shiri were careful, she would spot Kiera far before Kiera knew she was there. This was no good for Kiera's planned ambush. Running on, she approached the second area she made note of from the map. This place had promise, though she wanted to scout her options before deciding on one. A trail of perfume indicated to her that Shiri had already passed this way. Then the wind shifted direction and she caught another whiff of the same perfume coming from a different direction. The first scent came from the north, but this scent came from the west; away from the marker and the expected route. A false trail? Perhaps. It was just curious enough to make Kiera stop for a moment and consider. From what she had seen on the map, there would be a less direct
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route that could possibly intersect with the main path, somewhere in this area. It was possible Shiri would come from that direction instead. Now it seemed to Kiera that Shiri was using all kinds of different tricks simultaneously. Not only was she using the perfume to mask her natural scent, but she was also using the strength of its scent to lay false trails and force Kiera into second guessing her own plans. Amris had been right to warn her about Shiri's skills, but Kiera had hardly expected this! Moving on, she encountered several areas on the trail where the scent grew unbelievably strong, as if Shiri had liberally sprinkled the ground with the stuff. Kiera would not be surprised. That seemed the exact type of tactic Shiri would employ. Even worse, Kiera did not know now if she should follow the strong trail, or waste time looking for a more subtle, less obvious trail. She had to almost acknowledge and appreciate Shiri's plan and its' execution. If there had not been so much at stake with her own future, she would be complimenting Shiri for her skill. She had just made a decision to scout for a softer, more subtle scent when a sound off to her left alerted her to the presence of another. Whether it was human, animal or Lycan, she couldn't be sure. Walking on the balls of her feet, she crept in the direction of the sound. The perfume was incredibly strong now, though the sound of movement louder. "Shiri? I'm over here." She heard a whispered voice call to her.
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Moving through the brush, Kiera could not have said which of them was more shocked to see the other. Her or Cheri. "What are you doing here?" Cheri asked, her face going pale. "I could ask the same of you. You should be back at Grey Rock with the others." Kiera couldn't bring herself to be angry with the young woman. It was clear she adored her sister with a singular devotion reserved for family, and had likely been coerced by her sister to help with yet another duplicitous ploy. With a sigh she said. "Go back. No one ever has to know you were here if you go back now." Cheri was clearly trying to decide if Kiera could be trusted, rocking back and forth from one foot to the other. Kiera did not have time to waste. "Now!" She growled, sending the younger woman sprinting away. With a heavy sigh, Kiera was stepping back onto the path when she heard a high-pitched yip of pain. She turned around at the sound, and called out. "Cheri!" There was no answer, so she called out again, and again only silence responded to her call. She tried to keep going, tried not to care that Cheri might be hurt. The girl should not have been out there in the first place. But she was. Kiera hadn't made it two steps before she spun on her heel and dashed in the direction of the sound, cursing herself the entire way. She found Cheri easily enough, though the unconscious woman was in dire straits. In her haste to flee the area, Cheri had fallen into a steep ravine, landing hard on the rocky ground at the bottom. Her hair was sticky with blood, and it
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was obvious that she had hit her head on a particularly sharp rock upon landing. Kiera was no healer, having no experience with treating head wounds and the sheer volume of blood, alarmed her. She had to get Cheri to help, knowing only of one place the Pack's healer would be found. Glinda was waiting with the rest of the pack at Grey Rock. Fortunately, Cheri was a small woman and light, though the longer Kiera carried her, the heavier she seemed to get. Kiera lost track of time, knowing only she had to get Cheri to help before the woman bled to death. The last thing she needed on her conscience was the death of another person. It would haunt her forever if she let Cheri die. She had never been so grateful to see the now familiar plateau Amris favored, as she was when she broke the tree line. A cry rose up through the crowd and several people moved forward to meet her at once. "Glinda! I need help!" She shouted over the noise as she laid Cheri carefully on the ground just inside the perimeter of the circle, kneeling next to her. Amris reached her first and she shook her head. "I don't have the marker. I have to go back. Just let me catch my breath." She panted clutching at her burning stomach and the slashes that had been pulled during the trek through the woods. Khefris and Glinda reached them at the same time and Kiera shifted her weight, sitting back in the grass to allow them room to work on Cheri. Khefris looked up sharply to Kiera. "You have the marker?"
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To which Kiera shook her head again. "No, I never made it that far." After a moment Kiera rolled to her feet, "Don't worry." She gave Amris a small smile. "I'll get it." Though there was no confidence in her tone. She had lost far too much time in bringing Cheri back. Shiri could return at any moment with the marker, and Kiera would have failed. "Hol,d!" Glinda cried, staring at Cheri's hand, which was moving weakly at her side. Prying open the digits, Glinda extracted the marker, holding it up for Khefris to examine. "Kiera returned the marker to the circle first." Khefris took the token slowly, as if not believing what he was seeing. "How did Cheri come to be in possession of the marker? What was she doing out there anyway?" Kiera had no idea how to answer him. She had no idea what to say. Amris was spurred into action. He ordered Cheri be moved somewhere safer but more importantly, out of the circle. Kiera was sent into hiding, given a position behind the rock faade in which to rest. "Cheri is in no condition to answer our questions. We will see what Shiri has to say for herself when she returns." The crowd settled in to wait. It was nearly dusk when Shiri finally made an appearance. Harried and haggard, she stepped into the circle. "Have you the marker?" Khefris asked her calmly. "I have." She said with some hesitation, handing the token to Khefris. Khefris examined it carefully then declared, "It is a decent replica, but it is not the real marker. This," he pulled the
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token confiscated from Cheri out of his pocket. "is the real marker." Kiera stood and stepped from around the rock, approaching the circle calmly. She had long since found peace with the deception of the other woman. "Why was Cheri in the woods today?" She asked curiously. "Have you seen her?" Shiri was almost hysterical with fear; large tears began to streak down her face. "I've looked and looked. All afternoon I've searched for her. I can't find her. She wasn't where she was supposed to be. And I found some blood, and ... I'm so afraid something has happened to her. She would never abandon me. Please, where's my sister?" "Cheri fell and hit her head. Glinda is tending her. She will be fine." Kiera said almost kindly. "What was she doing there? She should not have been in the woods at all." "I know." Shiri wailed, covering her face with her hands. "She wanted to help me so badly and it was too much, I couldn't cover all that ground alone and watch for you. We were going to fool you. But ... is she all right? Please ... is she...?" Amris spoke up, not wanting to watch Shiri suffer over her sister's fate any longer. "She is with Glinda, as Kiera has said. She is alive. But you haven't explained why she was there at all. During a personal Challenge." His tone, though understanding of Shiri's pain, left no doubt that he was aware she had cheated. Kiera placed her hand on her mate's arm. "I believe I have that answer, Master Amris." She looked at Shiri, finding it hard to be angry right now, when the girl was obviously
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suffering over the fate of her sister. But the Pack needed to know. "You doused both you and Cheri with a heavy perfume to confuse the scent, assuring I had two trails to follow at any given time." Kiera had had plenty of time to think while she was waiting and thought she had worked out exactly what happened. The fake marker was a key she had not been aware of at the time. Once it had become known, the rest fit into place easily. "Then you shifted and ran ahead while she continued to lay a false trail for me to follow. That's why there were so many perfumed trails all over the place. You retrieved the marker and brought it back to her. The only thing I can figure, was that you were afraid you would not be able to tell which marker was which, so you had her hold the fake one when she went out this morning. When you brought her the real one, you traded and went back to plant the false marker." Shiri was sobbing, only able to nod in response to Kiera's assessment. Kiera continued. "I was supposed to find the fake marker and return with it so you could reveal it as a fraud when you arrived with the real marker. It would have not only disqualified me, but made it look like I had attempted to cheat the Challenge." "But I found Cheri, and when she fell I brought her back to get medical attention. You didn't know that, any more than I knew that the switch had already been made, and Cheri already had the real marker in her possession." Now the full enormity of Shiri's planning made sense to Kiera. "You were supposed to meet her at a pre-determined location and time to get the real marker from her. Only she
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wasn't there, and you have been looking for her ever since. When you couldn't find her or the real marker, you went back and got the fake one, hoping no one would notice. Cheri had the real marker, so there was no chance I would get it. It was a win-win situation for you." Hearing her own crimes laid out so baldly for all to hear, was too much for Shiri. She fell to her knees in the grass and wept. "Where is Cheri? I need to see my sister. I need to know she's alright." Khefris turned and addressed the crowd. "By the rules of the Challenge, Kiera returned to the circle with the true maker first. As witnessed by you all, she is victor of this challenge." Amris stepped over to Shiri and gently laid his hand on her shoulder. "The Challenge was accepted and Kiera has passed them all. As Challenger you are required to recognize her success." Shiri nodded and rose to her feet and faced Kiera. She wiped the tears from her face, but everyone could see the pain that was still etched there. "You have bested me in combat during the Challenge of Combat. You ... succeeded in the Challenge of Knowledge by uncovering the riddle. You bested me during the Challenge of the Hunt. I relinquish my Challenge and recognize you, Kiera." She went to her knees before her. "As my Mistress." The Pack cheered Kiera's success and they moved to congratulate her, but she was already kneeling and helping Shiri to her feet.
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"Let's go see to your sister." She said softly, her hand under Shiri's arm. Amris moved closer to the pair and ordered the Pack to allow them room to leave the circle. Once clear, Amris joined the women as they headed for Glinda's infirmary. "I will return shortly to join the festivities." He told the gathered crowd. "But one of the Pack is hurt." Khefris only nodded in understanding. Amris and Kiera would rejoin them once they learned Cheri's condition. They were together as a couple now; Kiera had more than proven her right to stand at his side, and the Pack was pleased. Once Glinda had taken a look at Cheri's wound, she was able to determine it wasn't nearly as bad as it had looked at first. As with most head wounds, it had bled considerably, but thankfully in the young woman's case the cut was only deep enough to require a few stitches. Glinda then sewed it up just enough to close it and allow the young Lycan's natural talents to heal the rest of the damage. The news that Cheri was not badly hurt was welcome news for the Pack. They all knew that she should not have been in the position to get hurt in the first place, but they were also impressed with Kiera's reactions. She'd been ready to surrender the Challenge to get the girl to safety and taken care of. That act alone to many, was worth more than the Challenges could demonstrate about their new Pack Mistress. This was a woman that would fight for them, certainly, but she had also demonstrated she would care for them as well; even those who seemed to oppose her at every turn.
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Kiera stayed behind with the injured girl and her sister and shooed Amris out of the infirmary saying only she needed to talk to Shiri and Cheri without his interference. Although he was not overly pleased about leaving her alone with Shiri, Kiera had already more than demonstrated her ability to handle the girl. Besides, who knew what might come of it? It might even be possible that they become friends now. Amris shook his head as he walked out of the infirmary. Stranger things had been known to happen. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 21 After announcing the gathering time for the final feast, Amris once again found himself alone in his house getting ready for the festivities. He had hoped to see Kiera some time before the feast, but Lynelle had swept into the house, gathered up some of Kiera's things from her backpack and then rushed back out. He had actually started feeling sorry for his mate, then. He knew she did not have much in the way of special clothing, and even last night's dress had been borrowed. He just wished she would have an opportunity to shop and get what she needed before the Bonding Ceremony in a little over a week. He chuckled at that thought. Amris, confirmed bachelor, desired mate and idol of hundreds of Lycan bitches, was about to be Bonded. That thought made him think of Kiera once more, and the first image that sprang to mind was her in that green dress last night. She was definitely female to the bone, and he had to control the spark of lust that flowed through him. She was still injured and recovering. Much as he would love to get her into bed once more before the Ceremony, he would not see her hurt to satisfy his own lusts. He had protected her during the Fever and he would continue protecting her now. Finally prepared, he stepped out of the house and was pleased to see so many of his Pack already headed for the circle around Grey Rock for the night's celebration. The men
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were dressed as he was for the most part. Tuxedos and sashes. Bow ties and white shirts. And only the colors of the suits changed. The mated males wore colors that matched their mates' outfits, and Amris had worn a royal purple. He remembered it as Kiera's favorite color and he hoped she approved. As he walked over to the Rock, he could not help but admire the wardrobes of his ladies. They were vibrant and colorful and to a woman they exuded the earthy sexuality that was part of being a Lycan. He had to chuckle to himself. No other woman brought out the lusts in a Lycan male like a she-wolf bitch, and they all knew it. He found Horus and Ra standing together talking and joined them, greeting each of them warmly. "I haven't seen Kiera, yet? Have either of you?" Horus shook his head and Ra grunted. "No. I haven't. But if I hadn't seen the Challenges, Amris, I would question why you looked outside your own Pack for a mate. You have some absolutely delicious young ladies here." Amris laughed. "They're all right. If you'd like, I can hook you up with a young lady I know is free. Her name is Shiri." "Don't you dare!" Horus punched him in the arm and Amris laughed with him. "I don't even think Ra is man enough to handle that one!" "Wouldn't mind trying though." Ra retorted. The mere fact he put more than three words together in a sentence froze both Horus and Amris in place for a moment. Then they burst out laughing.
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Amris shook his head and clapped Ra on his bicep. "You never cease amazing me, Ra. Don't ever change..." Amris' words trailed off as he finally caught sight of Kiera approaching the gathering. To his eyes, she stood out like a full moon on a dark night, dispelling all the darkness around her, and filling the glade with a soft radiance. Lynelle and Wynetthe were beside her, and even Shiri and Cheri were walking into the crowd as part of her entourage. But Amris' eyes were still stuck on Kiera. Horus turned about to see what had caught Amris' attention so completely. "By the stars and moon..." If the green dress could have been described to say, "I am woman", the ensemble she now wore just screamed it out. The dress was of a form fitting white leather. Sleeveless, it barely went down to the top of her thigh and hugged her curves like a second skin. The collar was raised to protect her neck, but was designed in such a way that your eyes were drawn to the elegance of her throat. The chest of the dress had been cut open to expose the skin beneath. The cut was in the shape of an inverted diamond, so that not only was the top of her cleavage visible, but the curves of the sides of her breasts were as well. There was no way on earth she could be wearing anything under the dress, and when Amris saw the open back he knew for certain she wasn't. Her dark tresses had been curled into a mass of thick, lush rings piled onto the top of her head, except for two long strands that framed her face to perfection. Her make-up was understated, but perfect, and her lips were glossy and bright.
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As she neared them, neither Amris, nor Horus, nor Ra said a word, but their half open mouths told her all she needed to know. Kiera's gaze flicked over Horus and Ra, noting their reactions with feminine satisfaction but she only had eyes for Amris. There was something about a man in a tuxedo that made women drool, but Amris took that to an entirely different level. He was striking, the absolute embodiment of power and sexuality. When his eyes moved from the rest of her body to meet hers, there was a jolt that seared through her entire being. The raw hunger mixed with pure emotion she found in those chocolate depths, was more telling than any words he might have uttered. She had to stop in her tracks or she would fall at his feet, her knees suddenly weak. Shiri shared a smile with Wynetthe, slinging her arm across the older woman's shoulders. Cheri and Lynelle gave each other a subdued high five. Lynelle and Wynetthe left then, wandering off in search of their own mates. Cheri and Shiri moved in on Horus and Ra, escorting them to the drink table to give the couple a few moments of semi-privacy. Once they moved away, Kiera found her voice. "You look magnificent." Amris stepped closer to her as carefully as he could. His legs for a moment had not wanted to move, and it took an effort to force himself to breathe. "Me?" He smiled. His eyes were bright with the hidden promise of desire and he was having difficulty finding his words. "It's you, Kiera ... you..."
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He reached for her and cupped her face in his hands and as he pulled her onto the tips of her toes, he leaned down to meet her. Their mouths touched and opened. His tongue sought hers and he sighed as she tasted him. Her lipstick tasted of strawberries, but she tasted of raw unbridled woman. He didn't want to release her. As long as they kissed, his world was complete, and he knew she would never leave him. He heard her sigh and felt her breath in his mouth and he returned it with a sigh of his own. Their tongues danced and moved together and he felt her need through their touch. Her fingers were on his shoulders and he felt her squeezing him as if she could not let go. Or perhaps she didn't want to. They kissed each other as if they were the only couple on the planet and everything else was insignificant next to each other, until finally, they needed to breathe. "Kiera..." Amris smiled again, but this time there was more than his lust and desire reflected in his eyes. Now they were tinged with the softer note of love. "...don't wake me." Kiera understood the sentiment and nodded her agreement. The moment had that misty, ethereal feel of being a dream; yet she knew she was wide awake. The reality of Amris and his desire to take her as his mate was overwhelming in its intensity. That he was just as shaken was the affirmation Kiera had been waiting for. She smiled softly and moved in even closer, her body pressed against his for far too brief a moment. "We should circulate. After all it's our
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party." Her voice was a soft purr in his ear before she stepped back with a wicked glint in her eye. "Actually, Kiera, this is for you. They were your Challenges, not mine, or even ours." Amris said softly, his eyes never leaving hers. There was a pride reflected in them that stole Kiera's breath. Kiera's heart raced as she thought of what the evening would foretell. Amris did not know of Glinda's miracle cure. Though he made no secret of his desire of her, she also knew he was taking her former injuries into account whenever they touched. His restraint was as charming as his lust was fulfilling. Delighted at how wonderful she was feeling she looked forward to touching and teasing him, holding back the knowledge of her current state of health as a surprise for later. Capturing his hand in hers, she fanned her face with her other hand. "I'm hot." It was a statement of fact more than a complaint. "How about a drink?" He nodded. "That sounds like an idea." Then he couldn't help the teasing note in his voice. "I'm feeling pretty warm myself." Her hand felt soft and warm in his. It also felt like it belonged there. He found it incomprehensible that her skin should feel so warm to him, since there was so much of her skin on display, and it was a cool night. But he found that her very touch made his blood tingle. They collected long fluted glasses of champagne from a nearby table and Amris had to put up with several of his Pack coming forward to Kiera to congratulate her. She took each accolade in stride, smiling and thanking everyone who approached her, and it gave Amris a moment to look about
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and watch his family. He could not help but suddenly notice that Shiri was wearing a black dress almost identical to Kiera's. "Let me guess. The dress was a gift from Cheri, right?" His eyes looked over to where Shiri was entertaining Ra. Kiera nodded. "She was adamant I take her dress. She had gotten it purposely to match Shiri's but she knew I didn't have anything else." "And what about Shiri?" Amris remembered now how the five women had come to the glade together. It had not really registered at the time because his attention had been so fixated on his mate. "What happened there?" His expression was still dark as he remembered her attacks against his mate, and her many attempts the past few days to force Kiera from his side. What had started out as petty rivalry had escalated to something beyond their control. Amris was lucky to still have Kiera at his side with all of Shiri's machinations. Kiera pressed the flat of her palm against Amris' chest and looked over to her adversary the last few days. "I think, my love, that when it came down to it, she was willing to lose you to me, in exchange for her sister. When she finally realized that I had given up on the Challenge in order to get Cheri to the glade..." Kiera smiled and shrugged. "Suddenly she did not hate me quite so much. After talking to her, I think her heart was in the right place, and she honestly was concerned about the Pack as a whole. She just went about showing it the wrong way."
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Amris looked down into Kiera's beautiful face and smiled. "You may be right." Then he looked back at Shiri and Ra and laughed. "That sire doesn't stand a chance, does he?" Kiera smirked into her flute. "Not a prayer." She took a long sip, letting the bubbles slide down her throat with a slight tingle. "Master Amris I..." Silas approached from the side, seeking to address Amris. When the couple turned he realized the woman standing next to Amris was Kiera. "Damn!" he said startled, completely forgetting himself for a moment. Kiera had to laugh. There was nothing else to be done in the face of the younger man's appraisal. After a moment she prompted. "You were saying?" "Oh. Oh, yes. Sir, I have been asked to request that Leader Fenris and his guard be allowed to attend the festivities. I would not relay the request, except that ... oh hell Amris, you and Kiera are surrounded. They would be idiots to try anything here. They will all be searched and any weapons on their person removed before they are allowed to leave the cabin." He promised. Kiera felt Amris' eyes on her though she did not look at him. She gave him a small nod as she took another drink from the glass and looked out into the crowd. "Very well. If they wish to join in the celebration of Kiera's victory, I won't keep them from it." Silas nodded quickly once and was about to turn away when Amris added, "And, Silas, they're Lycan Leaders and warriors. They are weapons. Be mindful of that when they join the party."
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As Silas departed, Amris slid his hand to the small of Kiera's back and gently led her over to where Shiri was toying with Ra. As they neared, he could see Ra suddenly tense up in the presence of a Pack Master. Shiri seemed to want to find someplace to hide, but decided instead to stand her ground. "Good evening, Shiri." Amris' tone was much gentler than either Shiri or Kiera had expected and he was pleased to still be able to catch Kiera off guard. "I came over to wish you a good evening." "Thank you, Am ... Master Amris." For the first time in some time, Shiri had no idea quite what to say or do. For the better part of the last week she had gone out of her way to force her Pack Master's chosen mate from the Pack, and had gone so far as skirting the fine line of cheating on one, and deliberate cheating on the last of the Challenge's to do so. Yet now, here he was being as polite as could be. She was nervous and scared to death. "I haven't had the chance yet to say how pleased I am that your sister's injuries were not severe." He paused then continued. "I also haven't had the chance yet to thank you for your efforts during the Challenges." "Master Amris?" Now Shiri was definitely confused. Amris nodded. "There is no doubt in anyone's mind that you tried as hard as you could to succeed. Quite possibly even challenging yourself in the process." He placed his free hand over hers and said, "Your efforts proved to everyone that my choice was proper, more than all the words or posturing or speeches I could have made. And I thank you for that."
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Then he said as gently as he could. "You are not for me, sweet Shiri. But you would make any Lycan male proud. Your Challenges proved how strongly you will fight for what you want and that is a noble thing, whether you are a sire or a bitch." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, and Kiera could see Ra's eyes widen at the gesture. "You were defeated, Shiri, it is true. But it took a Mistress of the Packs to beat you, and that is nothing to be ashamed of. Our Pack will remember this Challenge with pride, and the knowledge that even our ladies can be fierce." "Mi ... mi ... mi Lord." She stepped back from him stunned. Then, with as much dignity as she could muster, she curtsied as low as her dress would allow, which was not very low really, but it was the gesture itself that mattered. "Enjoy your evening, Shiri." Amris said with a smile. "You, too, have earned it." As he guided Kiera from the couple, he couldn't help but catch Shiri's bright smile from the corner of his eye. Or the way that Ra considered the black clad lady in front of him. Yes, Amris, you old dog, he thought to himself. You've still got it. Kiera watched Amris lavish praise on her newfound friend and noted Ra's reaction to it. She would bet her bike that Shiri would have Ra eating out of the palm of her hand before the night was over. If he didn't stand a chance before, he was a lost cause now. Squeezing Amris' hand she whispered. "Well played, Love." As they walked, she played the scene over in her mind again, marveling at the sheer brilliance of it. Amris had not only managed to assure Shiri would have a night to
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remember with Ra, he had also bestowed on her complete forgiveness and absolution. There would be no fear of retribution from Shiri now. She wasn't allowed to think much longer on Shiri or Ra, though as she felt Amris tense and immediately became alert to hidden danger. Fenris, Hector, Carlos, and Silas had just joined the throng of people meandering their way through the crowd to the large banquet table laden with food. Tugging her hand from his tightening grip, Kiera slid it around his waist and nestled close to Amris' side. "You're sexy when you're looking all fierce and protective." Her breath warm on his neck and cheek. He could not resist the grin at her words and turned his head so that their lips were almost touching. "And you're sexy every time you breathe." He gave her a light kiss, barely brushing his lips over hers before turning to face Fenris and his crew. He was a little disappointed to see Silas standing among them, but he forced himself to remain calm about it. Carlos was his father after all, and the lad was probably concerned about his father's health. As it was, Amris could barely conceal the pleased grin at Carlos' condition. He was still obviously favoring his right side, and Amris remembered the feel of his fist breaking a few ribs there that morning in the farmyard. Carlos had a bandage under his left eye that showed that that injury had not healed even after a couple days, and his right arm was still in a sling. Amris could see the top of the white bandages that were wrapped around his chest.
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The harsh iron smell of Carlos' blood hung over him like a shroud and Amris suspected he was still bleeding from some of the more serious wounds. As efficient a Hunter and fighter as Carlos was, he simply wasn't in Amris' league. After he had made Amris angry, he hadn't stood a chance. But any sympathy Amris may have had for Carlos' condition was washed away by the fact the man was lucky to be alive. "Fenris." Amris nodded a greeting to the Pack Leader. "It looks like Glinda's efforts were not wasted." He nodded to Carlos and frowned. "Though you must have been pretty messed up to still be hurt like this, Glinda is normally pretty efficient." Carlos' eyes flashed but there was no response other than the one he had been instructed to make. "It was a large band, Pack Master. I was ... lucky to survive." Amris only nodded in agreement. "Yes, I guess you were." Dismissing Carlos from his thoughts Amris turned back to Fenris and smiled. "I'm glad to see that you have come over to greet us, Fenris. Even with that unpleasantness between you both, it does my heart glad to see you willing to put aside your differences and come over and congratulate my mate." He arched an eyebrow and added, "That is why you've come over, isn't it?" Kiera noted that Carlos' condition had not gone unnoticed. Several other members of the Pack were staring at him, or making comments to their companions followed by snickers and laughter. Though they were dressed as civilized humans, the wolves within could not help but attack a weaker, wounded one in their midst even if it was just verbally.
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She also noted that Fenris had yet to look at her, as if she did not exist in his world. She was dead to him the moment the Hunt Mark had been placed on her and he was making his position clear. Hector cast her few glances that could only be classified as glares. "I have come to discuss that you harbor one that bears my Hunt Mark in your Pack. It would be idiocy for you to go through with the plans of your Bonding with her." Fenris stated coldly, all semblance of nicety gone. Silas moved around the group, carefully inserting himself between Hector and Kiera. Khefris had noted the small gathering and was making his way through the crowd to stand at his Pack Master's side. Horus and Ra were also moving their direction, as was Ryka and his second, Arcon. Unseen by any but those around him, Master Quentin had already begun a subtle shift to his hybrid form, as it was better suited to combat. That they were attracting attention made Carlos nervous. "This is not the time or place," he said to Fenris quietly, earning him a low growl from the Pack Leader. "I'm wondering, Fenris," Amris said softly after a prolonged moment of silence, "If you truly intended on calling me an idiot just now. Is your life worth that little to you?" "I am protected by The Code! She bears my Hunt Mark and her life should have been forfeit the moment she passed into your Pack's territory. That is the Law!" Since his arrival Fenris had watched as Kiera had beaten one Challenge after the other. She had slipped further and further from his grasp with each victory, and now, when he should have been able
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to bring all of his plans to fruition; she stood there mocking him. Amris had had enough of Fenris and his pettiness. "The Code?" He snapped back. "You, who mocked The Code by ordering ... yes, by ordering, that no vengeance be directed at the killer of a Lycan? Adric was of your own kin!" "You mock The Code and all it stands for when it pleases you, and when you need its' protection, you hide behind it like a nursing pup behind its' mother!" Amris was breathing heavily, his anger at Fenris' impudence filling him. "A Hunt Mark does not prevent me from granting sanctuary to anyone I see fit. Nor is it the final word of a death sentence Leader Fenris. Only Lord Ulric can grant a Blood Mark and until I hear from the Lord himself that one has been granted, Kiera remains under Grey Pack protection." A growl rolled from his chest, and he snapped at the air in front of Fenris' face. "I have given you food, as a host. I have given you shelter, as a host. And I have provided care to your injured! All done according to The Code. And now, you stand here, at a time when we should be honoring a stunning victory, and you bring me this!?" He forced himself to remain calm. It would be so easy to lunge and strike and tear and kill ... kill ... kill... Fenris could see it building in his host's eyes. The redrimmed rage that presaged an onset of the Fever. He had not realized until this moment why Amris was so determined to protect Kiera. Now it was clear; she was in Amris' blood. She was his true mate, and Amris was incapable of abandoning
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her. Just as it would be impossible to keep him from lashing out if she were insulted or harmed. Fenris was not so much a coward, as he was a survivor. They stood on Grey Pack territory and he was woefully outnumbered. The other Masters gathered seemed willing to stand in Amris' defense should it come to a fight. Even his own ally Ryka, seemed disapproving of the timing of his own challenge. It would be folly to continue his attack at this place and time. "I apologize, Master Amris" Fenris even bowed his head. "I misspoke. I did not mean to upset you, or insult you in any way." He wanted to say more, but he couldn't. Not if he wanted to get out of there alive. He turned to Hector and Carlos. "Come. I have lost all interest in this celebration." Turning away from the gathered throng, Fenris led his two officers out of the gathering and into the night. Amris watched him go, and only when Fenris was truly far enough that he could not hurt Kiera did he turn to face her. He was surprised to see that Shiri, Cheri and Lynelle had all come near and had formed a protective circle around his mate. One on one, they would not have much chance against a Pack Leader and his guard, but the four of them combined? Amris had to smile. Maybe it hadn't been his words that had made Fenris back down as much of the thought of having to face a foursome of irate bitches! Kiera felt the tension slip from her body with each step Fenris, Carlos and Hector took back to the guesthouse. It wasn't until Amris turned to face her that she realized she had been holding her breath. "Well," she said with a bright
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smile. "Now that all that unpleasantness is behind us, let's enjoy the party." Shiri chuckled and nodded toward the direction of the drink table. "It looks like some of us have already started." Kiera turned her head to see what Shiri was amused about and saw a Lycan couple with their arms around each other. His hand was on her backside and she was clutching his shirt as they shared a kiss so heated Kiera could feel the warmth from ten feet away. "Oh, my." Kiera said then turned back to the other women with a laugh. Now that the scene had been dealt with, Shiri, Cheri and Lynelle were eager to return to their own companions. Shiri took Ra's arm and drew him away with a few whispered words. Lynelle wandered off in search of Abram and Cheri headed for the drink table, casting more than a few interested glances in Silas' direction. Amris sighed, his annoyance at Fenris still on the surface of his thoughts. Even worse, with Fenris now separate from the party, there was no telling what mischief he might now be engaged in. "I wish I could stay here with you, my dear. But I won't be able to relax until I know he's been properly restrained. There's no telling what that idiot might be up to tonight if left unchecked. I'm sorry, Kiera." Kiera smiled at Amris' thoughtfulness and kissed him lightly. "Go do what you need to. I'll be fine. I'm a big girl." She breathed against his lips, the tip of her tongue snaking out to trace his bottom lip. "Hurry back." Kiera wandered through the crowd, accepting congratulations and welcome from several Pack members as
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she passed. After a few moments she found herself standing on the outskirts, simply watching the festivities. It was nice for her to have this moment alone to orient herself with her new home and family. The respite was short lived, however. "They are good people, your new family." A deep voice said from beside her. Glancing up Kiera saw Ryka had joined her. "Yes they are." She agreed readily enough turning to face him more out of curiosity than anything. Ryka would not seek her out without a reason. "And Amris is a good man. Honorable, respectable, fair. A good Pack Master." Ryka continued, his expression impassive though he spoke of her betrothed glowingly. "Yes, he is. I only hope I will be able to live up to what is expected as his Mistress." Kiera responded carefully, unsure what Ryka was fishing for. "That will not be easy with a Hunt Mark." Ryka responded, his eyes meeting hers steadily. Ah, so that was Ryka's concern. Kiera should have guessed it was the Hunt Mark that bothered the Pack Master so deeply. "We will find a way to handle that. Amris seems certain he can have the Mark revoked at the next Gathering." "He will certainly have the opportunity ... if it remains that long." Ryka gave her a small, secretive smile. "What do you mean if it remains that long?" Kiera had no idea what Ryka was talking about. Had he heard through his alliance with Fenris that the Mark was going to be removed? That made no sense though, considering the scene Fenris made earlier in the evening.
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"Oh come now. Isn't that what this is all about? Fenris wanted you to seduce Amris nearly a month ago. Adric confided that to me at our last meeting. He hoped by assuring an alliance with me, Fenris would lose interest in using your ... charms. You refused at the time, but now I must wonder if you conceded to Fenris' wishes in return for the Hunt Mark's removal." Ryka's eyes narrowed at her, watching her reaction carefully. Kiera could not believe her ears. Her reaction was instinctively fast as tears of anger and frustration welled in her eyes. Her hand flashed out, connecting with Ryka's cheek in an instant. "How dare you..." She choked, the words refusing to pass through her throat clogged with emotion. Turning on her heel she stormed away from the Pack Master into the crowd. Later she would find comfort in the knowledge that her brother had tried to protect her from Fenris' ridiculous proposition when Kiera herself had all but forgotten it the moment the Grey Master left the Lunatier core. At the moment, the pain of Master Ryka's accusation was too acute to allow her clear thinking. Ryka's surprise at her blow was nothing compared to the shock of what he'd seen in her eyes. For so many years, the Packs had relied on the same method of selection that had worked for eons with their race. That being the simple matter of the sires choosing the bitch that they fancied, and requiring her absolute obedience to keep the Pack alive. Modern human ideas had filtered into the process and watered it down somewhat, but the overall effect was relatively unchanged.
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The sire still chose the bitch he wanted to make his dam, but now she normally had some say in the matter. If it wasn't a good pairing, she could now refuse and spare herself a life of misery. Ryka had suspected Kiera had made a pact with Fenris. She would bring him Amris as an ally and he would remove the Hunt Mark, though it seemed far fetched. More likely was the possibility that the choice to accept Amris as a mate had been easy for Kiera since the Pack Master had more than enough influence and skill with his tongue to have the Mark removed. Either way the bitch was smart and had played her cards just right. What he had seen in her eyes made him realize that wasn't why she'd accepted. Her hurt and anger at his accusation had been genuine. She truly cared for Amris as a sire, and not because of his position. The woman was actually in love. Ryka rubbed at his cheek where she had struck him and wondered if he should apologize for his words. He was a Pack Master, though, who rarely apologized for anything, and the feelings of the Lycan bitch were certainly none of his affair. No, an apology was out of the question. He would just refrain from punishing her for laying hands on him. That would be sufficient apology, and besides this night was supposed to be for her. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 22 Amris knew that he had annoyed at least six of his Pack, but there was no way out of it. He had positioned one wolf at each corner of the house that Fenris was using and added another two to the roof. Fenris was essentially under Pack arrest, even if he did not know it. Amris grinned. If he tried to leave before the morning, he would find out then. When he found Kiera again, Amris noted that she had moved to the edge of the glade and was watching the many antics of his Pack as they celebrated their life, their Pack, and the strength of their new Mistress. She had a touch of colour in her cheeks, and as he watched the ribald display in front of him he could well understand it. He slipped up behind her, and encircled her waist with his arms before kissing the side of her neck. "I hurried back." He couldn't help but smile as he buried his face in her thick hair. When she turned her head to face him, he saw at once that she had been crying. Misunderstanding the cause of her distress, he whispered in her ear. "Hey," with a soft smile his lips skimmed her forehead, "its okay. Fenris is locked up tight. He can't hurt you here. This is your home and you'll always be safe here." "Of course it is." She gave him a weak smile. "It's not that. It's just ... everything. I can't believe how happy I am. How wonderful this has all turned out. A week ago, I was facing a long death at the end of a short life. Now I have it all." She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him passionately. It
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was true, every word. She was happier than she could ever imagine being. Amris was a wonderful man and mate. He would protect her and shelter her, asking very little in return. Even so, there was nothing Kiera wouldn't give him. Deepening the kiss, she wiggled her body against his, her hands sliding under his jacket to run down his sides and up his back. Her own blood was heating at his hands on her back, one cupping her leather clad cheek. When she pulled back, her eyes were sparkling and there were no signs of tears in them. "What do you say we let the party go on without us and have our own private celebration?" He chuckled deep in his chest and kissed the bridge of her nose. "You know we can't leave yet. I've still got our Bonding to announce." He kissed her again, gently on her mouth, teasing her lips open with his tongue before pulling back. Kiera followed his mouth with her own, gently sucking his own tongue into her mouth before releasing him and nipping his lip with her teeth. "But I can speed up the announcement..." His voice was hoarse. One hand slipped under the hem of her short dress and his eyes widened in shocked delight. He had thought she had simply gone bra-less, but it looked like there was another reason she had been careful with her hemline. Her eyes sparkled at his discovery and she nodded. "Shiri's idea." She whispered hoarsely. Then her mouth was on his. They tasted each other once more and when they broke apart this time it was Amris who sighed. "Damn..." His eyes shone and he couldn't help but slip his hand further under her dress, touching her with his finger. He
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smiled a sly grin when she jumped closer. "Maybe I'll announce it in the morning." She closed her eyes, sighed, and wiggled herself further onto his hand. His eyes sparkled. "Yeah.... definitely in the morning." Kiera bit back a moan at the feel of his fingers against her bare flesh. By the Moon he was amazing. Amris alone had the power to turn her on with a look, to make her shiver with need using just his voice, and to make her wet and wanting with the barest touch. She couldn't control the shift in her hips, sliding along his digits farther. Her nipples puckered to little buds of hardness under the leather she wore. The dress was so tight they were quickly outlined in sharp relief. She drew in a great breath of air, taking his scent deep into her as if she could absorb him. Become part of him. She may be in his blood, but he had taken a part of her very soul. "Mmm ... morning ... yesssssss..." She hissed as one finger slid further inside her. Reaching up she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and drew him down for a deep kiss. She forgot the crowd around them, blocking out all sights and sounds but those made by them alone. For all she knew or cared, they were the only two people on the planet. Amris was intoxicated with her scent. As his finger slipped inside her, he could tell that she too, was more than a little pleased with the turn of events. He looked quickly about, and seeing they were relatively alone on the edge of the glade, he pulled her deeper into the tree line.
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She seemed about to object, but he slipped his finger deeper, gently probing her sex, and she bit back the moan as she clutched at his shoulders. "If you move from the tree," he whispered, "I'll stop." She felt herself being turned about, her chest pressed against the trunk of a large tree. Her hands went over her head, and she leaned into it as a supplicant. She felt him crouch behind her, then her skirt was lifted. She wanted to object. They were not alone. There were others about, but the sounds from the woods indicated many others had similar ideas about how to celebrate her victory. Theirs was a hedonistic culture and for many there was only one way to announce their joy at being alive. Then she felt his tongue gliding along the slit of her sex. Her fingers clawed into the rough bark and her groan this time escaped unchallenged. He probed her sex with his tongue, over and over again. He reveled in the taste of her and savored the gift of her desire. She held herself for him, her legs spread, and her back arched, offering herself fully and hoping he never stopped. For Amris, he could barely keep himself from stripping naked and taking her against the tree, where his Pack could watch him and be gladdened and proud that he was a true Master. Instead, he controlled his own desires, for the moment, and spent his time teasing, tasting, stroking, and feasting on her open sex. After but a few minutes, she began pushing back, rhythmically riding his tongue, seeking her release. He continued with his probes, taking soft, stabbing strikes against her hard nub at every opportunity. When she
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did come, the tree bark splintered under her fingers and her moan became a soft howl of release. She was only vaguely aware of him pulling her skirt down and lifting her into his arms. He carried her through the crowd to their home past the muttered excuses and hasty farewells of the surrounding Pack. She wouldn't be able to remember what excuses they used later, but the knowing glances and smiles from her new family only seemed to fuel her need. Why they were in such a rush to leave was far too evident in the scents they left behind and how tightly they held onto each other. They barely made it in the door before they were clutching at each other in desperation to be closer. When they came up for air, Kiera wrapped her fingers around Amris' bow tie and led him to the bedroom. As feverish as she was, the journey from the glade had given her time to think. She needed to tell him about Ryka and Fenris now, while the heat was on them both, but before he learned it from Ryka later. "You know, Ryka reminded me of something tonight. Something that had no significance to me at the time, but something you need to know." She said huskily as she turned to face him next to the bed. Her hand dropped to his chest and she pushed the jacket from his shoulders. He found it hard to believe she was talking about Master Ryka at a time like this. But he remained silent, wanting to see where this led. "Weeks ago, while you were visiting the Lunatier core, Fenris came to me with a request. One that I laughed off as ridiculous. He wanted me to approach you before you left,
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and seduce you to open negotiations for an alliance between the Grey and Lunatier Packs." Her voice was a hoarse whisper as she struggled to get the words out. Her fingers had worked the buttons of his shirt free. The tie was already lying on top of the jacket on the floor. "With all the beautiful women in your Pack, I never thought I would be successful at seduction." Her lips trailed over the bared skin of his chest as she slipped the shirt off him as well. "It would have been easy." Amris answered gently. "I was already seduced by you." But now the looks she had been giving him that night made more sense. She had wanted him to notice her, but she didn't want to be Fenris' gift. "I actually laughed at Fenris when he suggested it and kept as far away from you as I could." "I remember." He said softly. "I thought you hated me." She descended slowly, her fingers nimbly unfastening his pants. Once on her knees in front of him, she freed his erection from all constraints. Guiding him with her hands on his hips, she sat him on the edge of the bed, and pulled his trousers from his body before positioning herself between his knees. Her breath was cool on his heated skin. "No. Amris. I never hated you." She looked up at him, completely unaware of the erotic picture she had created still fully dressed with his shaft in her hands, pure desire written on her face. "I am right here, with you, because I want to be. Not because anyone sent me or manipulated me into it. You are my Master, Amris." When she finished her story, Amris felt a new understanding dawn on him. She had reacted to him the way
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she had, not because of some displeasure with him, but to make a point to her pack Leader that she would not be used. Now, her being with him was through her choice. Not because he had demanded it, and certainly not to please her uncle. Her choice. And she had chosen him. Her eyes locked on his, she slid her lips around the mushroom tip of his cock and sucked lightly. He wanted to thank her for being there with him and for being his mate. But his words were lost in the groan of delight that passed his lips as she worked so gently and lovingly at his flesh. She tried to keep her eyes on his, but too soon, the power of the moment overwhelmed her and she closed her eyes and made love to his shaft with her mouth. She kissed it. She licked it. She tasted the essence of him along it's' length, and she moaned around it when it filled her mouth. She used her tongue and her lips, and she smiled to herself at his gasps and moans, and the strangled manner he called out her name. He had chosen her, and he loved her, and with every kiss and touch; with every stroke and suck, she thanked him. Kiera feasted on him, drawing him deeply into her mouth then releasing him just so she could do it again. Her teeth lightly raked along his shaft, just hard enough to create friction without pain. Her free hand slid him out of his shoes and pants, removing the last vestiges of clothes and civility. She wanted Amris as wild or as gentle as he chose to be, unfettered by trappings of any kind. Then her hand rose to his chest, pushing him back until he was half lying on the
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bed. She wanted him relaxed and enjoying her ministrations, without even the most basic concern of holding himself up. The celebration had been for her, her accomplishment, her victory. Yet it had all been done for him. She was just selfish enough to fight through any obstacle thrown in her path to have him like this. Moaning under her, his hand wrapped in her hair as he encouraged her to take him deeper and faster. She complied without thought, her leather clad body moved restlessly in front of him, the sides of her breasts brushing the insides of his legs. Her name on his lips spurned her on even more determined not to rise until he had found his own perfect little death. He came with a roar, filling her mouth with the sweet elixir that was Amris. She drank hungrily, taking the fluid deep into her belly. His entire body arched and muscles locked with the pure intensity of his release. Once she was assured she had milked every drop from him, she rose, crawling up his body to kiss him heatedly. Her tongue swept through his mouth so he could taste himself on it. His arms came around her to hold her to him. There was something very erotic about being fully clothed while he lay with her totally naked. Still, Kiera had one more surprise up her sleeve. She wiggled from his grasp, and stood. He had tried to catch her and keep her from escaping, but a part of him knew she would return, so he released her, if only for the moment. She wanted to play, and he would let her. Her dark, hungry eyes never left his as she slipped the dress from her now healed body. Glinda's tonic had done a beautiful job of healing her injuries. All that was left on her stomach now
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were shallow scratches that were barely scabbed. "Glinda is a miracle worker." She said when she could find her voice, the intensity of his gaze having taken her breath away. He had suspected that her mouth would be the limits of his enjoyment with her tonight, and he would have been satisfied with that. But when he saw her naked, and her supple skin and beautiful body presented before him, he was overjoyed that it had been only the appetizer. And on this night, Amris had one hell of an appetite. As she had begun removing her clothing, Amris hadn't even been aware that he'd been holding his breath. As each new piece of flesh was exposed, he became greedy for her body. When her breasts escaped their confines he licked his lips in anticipation. When she shimmied the white leather sheath off her hips, to expose her wet and needful sex, his growl came as a natural reflex. He wanted her. He wanted her flesh under his fingers, and her sex to surround him. "If I were paying her, she'd get a raise." He answered. Kiera laughed and ran to him, jumping onto him, her legs spreading to accept him inside her. His mouth closed on hers and he laughed with her. Then he was buried completely into her, and she rolled her hips and sighed. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close without fear of hurting her. "And a bonus." He finally added with a growl that came from the depths of his soul. His hands cupped her breasts as she rose above him, settling onto his shaft once again. He pinched at her nipples and her groan was a symphony to his ears. She rolled her
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hips, trying to force more of his length inside her and they cried out as one. She was his now, in body, mind and soul and he delighted in the ownership. As his fingers pinched at her nipples, he pulled them to his mouth, and she rocked forward offering him her breasts. His mouth closed on one soft mound, his teeth pinching just enough to excite and arouse. Her hands were in his hair, and he pushed his shaft upwards, burrowing deeper into her sex. His teeth nibbled and bit at her hard nipple. Her groans and sighs filled the air as he thought only of the gift she had given him. They moved together in a synchronistic dance as old as time. Sweat glistened off skin, moans filled the room. They kissed and petted, stoking the fires within each other higher. She wiggled on him, grinding her hips into his as she moved him within her. His mouth was magic on her, his hands pure bliss. Kiera had told him the absolute truth. She was exactly where she wanted to be, needed to be. In Amris' arms, Kiera was home. No matter where they went or what happened now, they would be together and that was all Kiera needed. He was her world. When she crested, it was a soul shattering experience. She gasped, clinging tightly to her mate. He was her anchor when the whirlwind sweeping through her threatened to carry her away. The sounds she made could not have been identified as human or animal, but some mix between. Keeping him seated firmly within her she rolled, her entire body carrying him over so his body blanketed hers, giving him control now.
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Instinctively she knew he was not done with her. That he would not be done with her for a long time. Her hands ran down his back, fingernails scoring the flesh along his spine as her hips rose to meet his. Her mouth affixed to his long enough to steal their breath away as he drove into her, over and over. Amris rose above her, gently turning her until she was on belly as he withdrew from her heat. He pulled her hips upward, positioning her just how he wanted her. No words were required as she rested her shoulders on the bed, and pushed her sex up for his use. He saw her close her eyes and smile. To Amris it was a smile of contentment and pleasure, that she could make him so happy, and in doing so achieve a pleasure of her own. With an intense moan of satisfaction, he held her hips and pushed himself fully into her open sex once again. She rested on her knees beneath him, his hands glided over her buttocks, and her waist to her shoulders. When his hands trailed back to her upturned globes, he used his fingernails to graze the skin alongside her spine. Then he cupped the cheeks of her buttocks and gently spread them, allowing him a full view of himself plunging in and out of her. He groaned in delight at the vision before him. Kiera's hands clenched in the bed sheet. She used her elbows to push herself onto him with each thrust. Her head rolled back and she growled in pleasure. He was touching something deep within her, something primal. She had never allowed any of her prior lovers to take her from behind. That was reserved for her mate. It was a claiming, a possession she was unwilling to submit to with anyone else. Only Amris,
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and she found she not only didn't have any reservations giving in to him on this, but she enjoyed it. The change in angle allowed him to go into her even deeper. Amris toyed with her, watching her writhe and moan in front of him. He shortened and slowed his strokes, barely sawing into her, then took several hard and deep strokes. Kiera came unglued. She tried to push herself onto him but his hands on her hips restrained her. He would make love to her his way and take his pleasure as he saw fit. She had lost track of how many times she had peaked, clamping down on him and bathing them in her release. Reaching under herself, she cupped his sac in her hand, massaging it in an effort to toy with him as he was toying with her. When her fingers curled under his sac, he growled low. It was all too clear that she was not satisfied with giving him complete control. He knew they were in a power play and she was trying, as gamely as possible, to get back some control. He had felt her move beneath him, and he understood that this was all new for her. The surrender to a mate and the surrender of her control. But for Amris, as much as he loved her, she was still his dam, and still a female, and eons of instinct took over. He reached down and grabbed her arm, removing her hand from him. Sliding his hand along her forearm until he reached her wrist, he placed it in the small of her back. With only enough force to keep her wrist secured, he growled low, warning her not to fight. Then he thrust again into her, demanding she recognize his position of authority.
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Kiera met his growl with one of her own, her head whipping around to glare at him over her shoulder before she snapped her jaws together threateningly. His free arm slipped under her pelvis, preventing her from moving away from him, effectively trapping her. Kiera could only move in the directions Amris allowed. Soon enough he stopped moving, withdrawing from her completely as he waited. She saw in his eyes only her complete submission to him would earn her what she wanted. Fighting him would bring her nothing. Unable to speak, she could only scream her frustration, clawing at the sheets. After a moment, she couldn't wait any longer. She needed him, in whatever manner he chose. The demands of her body were louder than her pride. Her head went down and her body lax. She whimpered, raising her hips higher still to him in a pose of complete surrender. "Your other hand. Now." It was a command given by the Master of the Pack, and carried the full authority of his position. He gently eased his shaft along the lips of her sex, letting her feel it, but also confirming for her that it was his to give. With a whimper of surrender she reached behind her, offering him her other hand and he smiled with her surrender. It was not a humiliation that he sought.He had no intention of making her beg or lick at his heels, but she would know now, that he was her mate forever, because it was he who had made her yield totally. With her second hand now crisscrossed over her first, Amris kept one hand over her wrists, binding her in position.
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Her moan when he forced his length inside her was one of unfettered pleasure. She had submitted wholly and totally to Amris and she waited now with bated breath for him to take his prize. And take it he did. No longer teasing at her open sex, he slipped his shaft into her, plunging deep into her core. He could have taken her savagely and wantonly, as she likely expected him to. But her surrender had also touched him, and he would not abuse that overwhelming trust. So it was that he made love to her. With her hands clasped behind her back in surrender, and her hips and sex presented for his use, he used her long and well. He used smooth, deep strokes and he touched every part of her. His ears were filled with the sounds of her sighs and moans. Finally, when the moment began to come upon him, he changed his pace. Placing both his hands on hers, he held them securely at the small of her back. Once he knew she was secured, that's when the savageness began. No longer as tender and smooth as before, now his strokes were hard, fast and powerful. Each thrust forced the breath from her lungs and she was soon gasping for air as he forced his shaft deep. His first spasm rocked him and he cried out her name. And with each explosive spasm after the first, her name was a hoarse whisper on his lips. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 23 The day of Amris and Kiera's Bonding, dawned bright and clear. The ten days since Kiera's completion of the Challenges, had been a flurry of activity as the Grey compound prepared. Invitations had been sent to hundreds, far and wide. Many were returned with more than a few curious questions or expressions of shock. The marriage of a Pack Master was big news, especially when the bride was notorious with a reputation of her own. Kiera had gone into season during the lull, but through mutual decision they decided that now was not the time to consider starting a family. They simply found ways to ease each others tensions without the danger of her becoming pregnant. Kiera found herself cursing the Hunt Mark more and more with each passing day. She had become quite proficient with shopping online, though her computer skills left a lot to be desired. Amris had taken to teasing her about her tendency to lock the computer up, though he was infinitely patient with her. Every day Amris came home to find some subtle change in the house. There were new towels in the bathroom, a matching set of plates, and a full set of silverware. They all found their way into the house, simply appearing as if by magic. Other changes weren't so small. The couch Kiera detested was in its proper corner in the basement and a leather sectional sofa was in its place. The crate that had
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been a coffee table had vanished to be replaced with a wrought iron structure with several large stones set within to create a flat surface. Now, on this day of all days, she woke early enough to watch the sun rise. She was standing at the living room window looking out into the back yard, a cup of coffee cradled between her hands, when she heard Amris stir. He would find himself alone and seek her out. It was a ritual now when one woke before the other, needing to reestablish that intimate contact before facing the challenges of the day. The soft silk of her robe slid across her skin as she shifted her weight, reflecting on the changes her life had taken in such a short time. Amris rolled over in bed with his arm outstretched, seeking Kiera's warm body. He was not yet fully awake, but her absence made him open his eyes and brought him fully alert. Then he sighed. There was no danger, and no threat. But unfortunately for Amris, there was also no Kiera. Her scent was strong in the room, and lingered on the sheets they shared, but to the Lycan Master that was barely sufficient. He rose from the bed with another sigh, and slipped on the short robe that Kiera had picked out for him on one of her many shopping expeditions online. It was a deep royal purple, and made of fine silk. It matched hers, but was more masculine in cut and tailoring. It was an extravagance he would never have bought for himself, but it had made Kiera smile when he first put it on, so that was enough for him. He made his way into the living room, as quietly as he could, as he did not wish to disturb her. Yet they had been
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together long enough that she sensed him and without turning her head, she told him the coffee was fresh. "Maybe in a bit," he replied. He moved to stand behind her and placed his arm around her to rest on her belly. The sunlight was bright and cheery and it looked to be a glorious day for their Bonding, but he could tell at once that her mind was on something else. "What's on your mind, Kiera?" He kissed her hair and breathed in her scent. "What made you rise so early? Jitters?" Kiera was torn. She wanted to discuss her troubled thoughts with Amris, yet he had just woken up and this was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. She didn't want to throw that at him first thing in the morning, but he had asked. Could she really just blow him off in the name of keeping the day happy? Would that not be detrimental to them in the long run? She leaned against his strong body, loving the feel of his arms around her. He made her feel small and feminine and to Kiera's constant amazement, she did not mind. "I suppose that's part of it." She answered honestly after a moment of silence, though she did not elaborate on the other part yet. "So much has changed in my life so fast, I find it hard to keep up sometimes. Sometimes I just stand still and wait to wake up. This whirlwind ride we're on is exhilarating and glorious and beautiful ... and every time I think it's going to stop, or even just slow down to let me catch my breath, it doesn't. Maybe I'm just a little overwhelmed right now." She started tentatively, feeling her way to gauge Amris' reaction and mood.
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He nodded and rested his chin on the top of her head as he wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close. "It's easy to be overwhelmed when crises in your life overlap. Your brother's death, the bounty, and especially me. You probably feel that all of it is pressing down on you. I understand, Kiera, I actually do." There was a small pause then he continued. "I wondered last week, before the Challenges, if I was truly who you wanted. The stars know you are the one I want; and I feel you in my blood even now, but this is no normal Bonding we are to undertake. When a bitch moves to a position of Mistress over her Pack, it is no simple thing. Her heart must be true, and I was afraid that yours might not have been." He squeezed her gently. "But after the Challenges were complete, and you submitted to me that night, I knew your heart was true. Words can be used to tease, to inspire, to bring love into a room. But they can also be used to deceive." He turned her about and rested his hands at the small of her back. "You do not surrender easily, my love. You fight and you lash out and you struggle against all odds to remain free of any shackles. But that night you yielded to me as a dam to her mate. You chose me. And that action speaks more to my heart than any words could. I know you love me, as I love you, and that is why today, I feel no fear at what we are about to undertake, but only a great joy that my search for my true mate is at an end." He kissed her forehead gently before continuing. "I know you feel overwhelmed, my love. But from this day forward, you no longer stand alone."
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Kiera's eyes welled and she sighed softly, resting her forehead against his chin. His words had touched her heart, her soul. A tremor of pure emotion went through her body as she stood, safe in the embrace of her mate. His words soothed her jumbled nerves, the sincerity of them showing in his eyes. "You know," she said softly, "it's funny. When you stood there that night and said you wanted me for your mate, my first thought was ... why? I thought maybe it was the challenge, or that my reputation for being difficult had sparked some alpha male gene in you. I didn't believe you could want me just for me. It just seemed too ridiculous to even put into words at that point." She raised her head to look at him, kissing the tip of his chin. "You accepted me from the start. I would only ever have submitted to you. You are firm without being brutal, that's a fine distinction. Especially in the heat of the moment. You let me know when I've displeased you without being cruel. I do love you, with all my heart. And I know through your actions and words, you love me. You didn't have to bring me back here or give me a chance at survival. You could have just as easily walked away and left this stupid bitch to her own devices. You saved my life, but more importantly, you saved my soul. I had given up. Given up on life and certainly given up on love. I was a lone wolf, with no home and no Pack. As much as I needed to be here to survive, I never would have stayed if you had not shown me what true love was." She kissed him lightly, her hands running down his silky back. When she pulled away, her eyes were still troubled. "Amris ... do you ... are we being selfish?" She began
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hesitantly, then continued in a rush. "No I won't stand alone. I have you and I have the Pack. A Pack who will, to a person, put their lives on the line for me once I become their Mistress. Is it fair to ask them to? Knowing I'm hunted. Knowing this whole affair could erupt into a war between our Packs at any time? I feel so ... heavy." She was struggling to put her emotions into words. "In the last couple of weeks, I have gotten to know most of the Pack and now I feel so..." She trailed off, searching for the right word. "Responsible. If something happened to any one of them, because of me, I don't know if I could live with it." Lynelle knew she should have slipped away at that moment. She had come in to collect Kiera to ready her for the Bonding and had somehow managed to intrude on a quiet moment between her Master and her Mistress. She should have left at once, but something in their soft speech had touched her and she found herself rooted to the spot, listening to their words and being reminded of her own Bonding. When Kiera spoke of her guilt and her new found love of her Pack, Lynelle couldn't remain silent any longer. "The Pack understands, Mistress." She stepped into the room and took a deep breath when she saw the thunderous look on Amris' face. "I am sorry Master Amris. I did not mean to intrude. And I did not mean to overhear you. I've come simply to collect our Mistress to prepare her for her Ceremony." She smiled at Kiera and let the tears fill her eyes. "You are our Mistress, Kiera, and this Bonding will only reenforce what we have come to accept, and know. It is ... I apologize," she said to Amris before quoting him and showing
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how much she had overheard, "your ability to fight, and lash out, and never surrender, that fills your Pack with pride." Swallowing back her fear, Lynelle stepped forward, and knelt at Kiera's side. "Your Pack knows you love us. And we already know you would give your life to protect us." Then she looked up at Amris and smiled. "Just as we know our Master would move this earth to keep us from harm." Kiera reached down and brushed Lynelle's hair affectionately. For the older woman to display such a sign of devotion and respect, even before the Bonding Ceremony, was incredible to her. She found in that moment, she would easily give her life for Lynelle, or any other of the Pack. She would do everything in her power to keep them, every male and female, adult and pup, safe. Then Lynelle stood and looked them both in the eyes. "So how could we not do the same? You say it may come to a war; but I do not believe it will. And you worry about our lives?" She smiled. "To keep our Mistress safe from harm, we too will fight, and tear, and never surrender." Kiera stood completely stunned. She had no idea what to do or say. Her wide eyes skittered from Amris to Lynelle and back again. "I..." She tried, then shook her head as words failed her. Her arm went out, pulling Lynelle into a hug though she never truly left the sanctuary of Amris' arms. It was too much, and she simply could not contain the emotional overflow. Tears streamed down her face in the light of the love and acceptance bestowed on her. It took several long moments before she was able to pull away. "Thank you, Lynelle." Giving the woman a watery
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smile, Kiera took a deep breath. "Why don't you have a cup of coffee while we get dressed, then I'll see to getting us some breakfast." Kiera led Amris to the bedroom by the hand and closed the door softly after making sure Lynelle was on her way to the kitchen. "Didn't we say something about a door with a really big lock?" She teased, trying to shake off the maudlin seriousness of the moment. She desperately needed to see Amris smile to make her world right again. Amris laughed. "I've never needed one before. I've always allowed the Pack full access to me whenever they needed me. Now they are going to have to learn to knock." He pulled her close and gave her a kiss on the mouth, copping a quick feel of her breast at the same time. He laughed at her squeal, and added, "Wouldn't want to have them walk in on us again, would we?" Kiera only laughed in return and slid her hand under his robe to rub at his bare sex. As soon as he started responding she laughed and pulled her hand back. "Sorry, Amris. Lynelle is waiting for breakfast." She turned and scampered away from his grasp with a laugh, her mood lighter already. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 24 Amris stepped forward into the middle of the glade. The sun had just dropped below the horizon and the Ceremony was just getting started. He had spent the better part of his day meeting and greeting the Pack Masters from the outlying counties, as well as the Pack Leaders from around the nearby cities. Horus had come from his Pack lands in Michigan, of course; and Quentin had returned from his home in the Ohio River valley. Even Ryka had chosen to return, but Amris could not feel too much pleasure at the Pack Master's presence. Upon consideration, Amris suspected his arrival had more to do with supporting his ally, Kiera's only blood kin and mortal enemy. Unfortunately, The Code demanded every Lycan of rank and authority was to be included in all major Pack celebrations, so even Fenris had been invited. Amris had greeted and toasted his bride with all of them, accepting lip service with the same grace as genuine congratulations, fervently hoping Fenris would have found a reason not to be in attendance. Different and unique diets, revised seating arrangements, new feuds and arguments that needed resolution, and what seemed like a multitude of other little crises that just seemed to never end had chewed up what personal time he had. He finally told Khefris to remind people they were here for his Bonding and he would see them if he could, and when he wanted.
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The surface of Grey Rock held the various instruments and items they would need for the Ceremony and Amris had already double-checked and triple-checked everything to make certain there would be no errors. Now, he stood in the evening sun dressed only in a piece of fur that barely covered his sex and was reminiscent of a Native American breechcloth. His hair was braided and the strands lay loose over his shoulders and down his back. His chest and arms were bare. He stood almost as nature had intended him to be. Filled with anticipation and joy he waited for Kiera to arrive. Kiera took a deep breath and nodded to Lynelle. With Lynelle on one side and Cheri on the other, they wended their way through the crowd, creating an open space for Kiera to enter. Her dress was more a lattice work of lacing and worked leather panels. A corded belt woven with silver thread, held the ensemble together. From the waist up she was bare with the exception of one long piece of material that attached to the belt in the front looped around her neck and came back to meet the belt again, covering her breasts. Another narrow panel hung from the front of the belt to her calf, and a slightly wider one down the back. Thin lacing held the panels together across her bare hips. Her hair hung loosely, two small warrior braids draped from each temple. A thin wreath of flowers crowned her head though her hands were empty. Her face was clean of make up or covering. She walked with the grace of a panther, literally gliding into the glade to Amris' side.
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The moment the crowd parted and her eyes beheld him, she could not look away. He was magnificent and majestic standing before her in the waning light of the day. She had no awareness of the others, his being filled her world. He became her sole focus and she couldn't breathe. As she came through the crowd, Amris was struck at how his heart suddenly beat faster when he saw her. He had seen her naked beneath him, he had felt the heat of her breath in his mouth and on his skin, and he had known her most intimate touch. All of that paled in comparison to the feeling he had as he watched her cross the glade to come to his side. The glade went very still, not even a breeze rustled the trees as Amris and Kiera stood barely a breath apart and stared into each other's eyes. After a long moment, she turned to stand beside him before kneeling at his left hand. He began speaking, though it was as much a chant, as it was a narration. He spoke of their ancestors, and their need to keep the Packs strong. He spoke of the first Lycan Lord, and his Lady. He spoke of their lusts, and the energy that drove them. He spoke of their power and their strength, and then he spoke of their passion. Then he reached down to his Bonded One and with his touch on her chin, he drew her to her feet. She stood perfectly still as he released the piece of material that held her breasts and covered them. Now, as she stood bare chested before her Pack, a sigh went through the glade, competing with the breeze with its' sound.
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He held her arms in his firm grip, and he leaned forward and kissed her, and the passion that he spoke of earlier was but a small memory next to that kiss. He released her, and she knelt again. Now his chant became a song that rose in intensity. He sang now of the struggles of the Pack. Of their battles for survival against struggling upstart beings known as humans and their collaboration with Other non-human species. Of the need for domination and conquest, among themselves and with the Others. He sang of their flight from the world of men, as the numbers of men increased against the Lycan dead. He sang of the hunts for his kind and the deaths of the Masters and the deaths of the Packs. His voice was filled with mourning at their loss. Among the Pack and guests, many were moved by his song and howled plaintively in memory of their fallen ancestors. Then his tone changed, and now he sang of their spirit. His song now told of their recovery. He sang of how their ancestors Bonded and mated. How they chose the best of the bitches to mate with. As he sang, Kiera began carefully and surreptitiously untying the threads that held her outfit together. The song was reaching its' pinnacle and she wanted the effect to be perfect for him. He sang of not only the lusts of their ancestors, but of their need to survive. The drive to carry on and make their race strong once more. As he sang, Kiera rose to her feet. He sang of the males, and their strength, and their need to fight and win. And then he sang his praises to the bitches and the dams. Those females who had surrendered to their mates,
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surrendered their bodies and their own lusts, to make the Pack strong. As his song reached this point, Kiera reached to the sky, spreading her arms over her head and opening her hands so that her fingers were spread wide. As she did so, the threads she had so carefully loosened came undone, and her dress fell away, so that all but her sex were uncovered, and she displayed her body to the Pack. The body that would give them pups to be proud of. Males howled in delight and the females yipped in pleasure. Their Mistress was strong and beautiful and they were pleased! His portion completed, Amris closed his eyes and knelt beside his Mate, praying for the success of her own portion of the tale. Kiera did not wait. Before Amris' voice had died away completely she had picked up his song. Her voice was strong, and with a gentler tone she sang of the future. The promise of new generations and the hope they bring to the Pack. She sang about the complete devotion of a sire and dam, not only to each other but also to their pups. She sang of love and the completion that came with the joining of two lives into one. She circled him as she sang, brushing his hair with her fingertips. Running a hand down his strong back. Though she touched him often with small caresses of tenderness, she met the eyes of each person in the crowd individually, bringing them into the Bonding. Here she would marry not only Amris, but the Pack as well. With them she shared the heartbreak and triumph of a true Bonding.
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Her voice softened and her tone became melancholy as she sang of the famine and plague that dwindled the numbers of man and wolf alike. The wars won and lost, and the toll each took on the Pack. She sang in honor of the sires that fought and lost, and the dams they left behind. She mourned those who chose to follow their mates into death, unable to face a half-life alone. She praised the ones who found the strength and courage to carry on for the sake of their pups, and by their continued sacrifice assured that a new generation would be strong and true for the continued survival of the Pack. Again howls filled the air as those gathered mourned with her. Theirs was a violent life and not a soul in attendance had not been touched by the loss of at least one half of a Bonded couple.. She paused, giving those who had passed the respect of her silence, honoring them on this most special of nights, and the glade was silent as they shared in her gift. When she began again, she spoke clearly and strong, her voice carried on the wind to even those farthest out. Her story now was one of intimacy, not only of body but also of mind and spirit. The quiet moments where words are not needed. When a look or a touch is all that is required to convey a meaning or need. She spoke of the eternal binding of souls and the joy of a dam simply being in her sire's arms. She spoke of runs under the full moon together, and the peace that came with stolen moments alone. Gripping Amris by the shoulders, she brought him to his feet and spoke of the love between a sire and dam. The devotion that made it impossible to live apart. Looking deep
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into his eyes, she spoke of the security to be found in ultimate surrender. The peace of a dam in placing complete faith and trust in her sire. She spoke of pups, strong and brave like their sire, true of heart and pure of spirit. Her hands worked at the bindings of his loincloth, dropping it to the ground as she finished. She had brought them full circle, starting where he had ended and ending where he had started. Each had taken their audience half the journey and yet together they made it complete. Only a scant triangle of material remained covering his nakedness. Grunts of approval and sighs of satisfaction flowed to them from their audience. Their Master was all the things a sire should be, strong and proud. Capable and confident. He was true perfection in the eyes of the Pack and would provide them with pups of extraordinary potential. Kiera gave Amris a small wink, then fell to the ground and lay very still, awaiting the next part of the Ceremony. Amris was silently grateful for the wink. She had played her part to perfection and he had found himself transported by it. It had taken her wink to remind him he was next, and he was thankful to her for that, because he would have been shattered if he had ruined her Ceremony. But now he was alert, and he moved swiftly to fulfill the next stage of the evening. Now, Kiera lay at his feet as if she were injured and vulnerable. He shifted to his hybrid form at once; his control over his body total. He moved around her prone form striking at unseen foes as if they threatened her. He gave no ground and his attacks were relentless. As the Pack watched, they saw
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that this was less a performance for Amris, and more of a statement. He was telling them all, friend and foe alike, that he would kill anyone who threatened her now. The bounty against his mate was nothing to him. She was under his protection, and woe betide anyone who dared move against her. He did not hold back, the force of his strikes no less powerful because he was pawing at air. His snapping jaws clashed and clenched with enough force to break bone. His claws tore at the earth as if it was the softest of flesh, and at that moment no one watching would have dared oppose him. When he was done his dance, he dropped to all fours and raised his head. The howl he cast to the sky was one of power and confidence. He was victorious! Let the world fear him! Kiera felt a surge of pride at her beloved. She had watched him through cracked lids, never moving but marveling at his prowess. His howl was still echoing into the night when he fell over and lay still. It was her turn. She rolled onto the balls of her feet and sprang over him as her form adapted to a mixture of wolf and human. In her mind's eye she saw them surrounded, the phantom attackers lunging in and out randomly, keeping her moving. She circled him, slashing with her claws, ripping with her teeth. Her punches were thrown with the force of a dam, desperate to save her mate. She threw herself into the fantasy, assuring Amris' survival. She flinched in parody of receiving a blow. She was a dam, and though apt at fighting, she would not make it through the battle unscathed as her Master had. He was more adept, faster and stronger. Yet she
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would not let him down. She rolled with the imagined punch yet did not let it slow her in the slightest. This was her commitment to him. Just as he would protect her from those that may threaten, she would protect him. As his was a statement, hers was a promise. One she made to Amris with all those in attendance as her witnesses. She would keep him safe or die trying. She dipped and whirled, removing each phantom threat from her mind. When the battle was done, she made one more circuit to assure there were no others hiding in the shadows. She was vigilant, not letting her guard down until she was completely satisfied the threat had been removed. Panting and flushed she spun to a stop, kneeling over his prone body with one knee on either side of him and howled her own victory to the moon. Her mate would live another day. Amris gave her a moment for her victory then he came to his feet and gently held Kiera's hand and helped her stand. Then they paused for a moment collecting their breaths. It had been a vigorous combat, and it had stolen some of their energy, which made the next element of the Ceremony even more difficult. Though many in the crowd knew what was coming, they wondered how it would be performed. For many Bonded couples, this was the most difficult, yet most necessary part of the Ceremony. All else paled before this next deed. They were no more than a few feet apart, and Amris was smiling into her face. Taking in her beauty like a drug and gaining a moment of peace from her look of total trust.
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The Pack held its' collective breath. His hand was a blur as it rose and flew across the side of her face. The slap was a thunderclap rolling across the ground before Grey Rock, and though they had been expecting it, the Pack gasped with the force of the blow. Then his hand rocked back, spinning her head to the side. He saw she almost stumbled and fell, and it broke his heart to see her in this moment. But she didn't fall, she was strong and withstood his blow, and his heart filled again with his love for her. When she was standing upright once more, she looked into his eyes and saw the pain etched there. This was the moment Kiera had been dreading. More than the words or pantomimes, this commitment went deeper. It was all too easy to blink the tears from her eyes. With her cheeks still stinging from the blows, she stepped into him and kissed him tenderly. A slow lingering kiss as she gave herself time for her nerves to settle. He warmed to her kiss on his lips and he sighed with her. He felt her tremble against his lips and he knew that she was dreading what came next even more than receiving the blow from his hand. They had spoken of it the day before and she had shared her concerns, going so far as suggesting they forgo this part of the Ceremony. But he reminded her, the Pack would never have accepted it. The Ceremony of Forgiveness was vital to the Bonding. And now he tried to force his will to hers, to give her the strength she would need to continue. She moved back, gazing into his eyes for a heartbeat, then another. Her hand started to come up but it stopped part
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way. She couldn't do it, couldn't hurt him intentionally. It was too much to ask. She felt the change in Amris as he realized her hesitation and his eyes hardened. If she did not complete the Ceremony, in all parts, there would be no Bonding. She would have lost all she had gained by winning the challenges, more importantly; she would have to leave Amris. She could not let him down. Could not let him leave here disappointed and alone. Her hand flashed out in an instant, connecting palm to cheek. She didn't have the same power behind her blow that he had, but she had speed. Before his head had turned completely, she was on the back swing. Her hand stung from the impact, giving her only a hint of what it had done to him. She was near tears, so torn by the act and the need to complete it. Only Amris was close enough to see her body tremble as she waited. His head turned with the blow, and even though he had expected it, the force had turned his head. Her backhand was delivered perfectly and Amris smiled even through the pain. She was only a dam, but her hesitation had been minor and quickly forgiven, and the strike had been delivered to perfection. Amris saw her tears forming and his heart turned over. There will be time for tears later, he willed to her though she could not hear him, be strong. He stepped forward and cupped her face gently in his hands and then kissed her. Where her kiss had been soft and trembling and the gentle kiss of a woman, Amris' mouth on hers was like fire. He
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breathed her in and released his own breath into her. And he held it for a full minute. Lynelle had known Kiera was going to have trouble with the Ceremony of Forgiveness, and after Kiera had hesitated Lynelle thought that all her work would be undone. But her Mistress had swallowed her fear and performed it admirably. As she watched the Ceremony unfold, Lynelle was reminded of the purpose of the strikes. They were intended as a message between the Bonded pair. I may hurt you, the message said, sometimes incidentally, sometimes deliberately. Are you prepared for this pain? And, of course, the kiss of forgiveness that followed answered that question. Yes, the kiss replied, I know there will be pain. But I forgive you for it. And I will always love you. For some Lycan, the Ceremony of Forgiveness was the most potent aspect of the entire Bonding Ceremony. Done well, it proved the Bond that was being forged beyond any other act. Ryka and Horus had both been waiting to see how Kiera would act. When she hesitated, Horus was sorry for his friend, but then her blows had been swift and accurate, and Horus' smile was wide. She was strong enough. For Ryka, he had wondered if her slap against Amris would be anything near what he had received from the bitch. Watching Amris' head roll back and forth gave him a quiet assurance of her sincerity. This was no game to her; no ordered seduction, and, he too, was pleased.
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The couple before them had shifted to a new tableau. Where many Lycan enjoyed the Ceremony of Forgiveness because of the commitment that it called for, almost all enjoyed this aspect for entirely hedonistic reasons. When Amris stepped away from her, Kiera knelt before him, loosening the final strands on his breech, before pulling it aside with a flourish. He now stood before them all as natural as the day he was born. Then Kiera stood, and with her arms over her head, gave no resistance to Amris divesting her of her last shreds of clothing. They had not only bared themselves to each other, but they had done so through the willing hand of their partner. The Pack surrounding them released their breath in anticipation, knowing what was coming, but not knowing how Kiera would actually perform. She went to her knees before him taking his shaft into her hands. Amris' hands were at his side and he did nothing to prevent or restrict her. His body had become hers, to use as she wished. It was not a common aspect of the Bonding, as many Lycan males refused to allow it. But Amris was a Master, and he had told Kiera that he would not only allow this part of the Ceremony to be performed, but he intended to show the Pack just how strong he was. So her hands glided over him. Her lips kissed his flesh. She teased a nipple in her mouth and bit it gently. Her hands stroked his length, and she could feel him swelling beneath her touch. She wanted to show them his strength, but she knew she needed to be careful. If he achieved a climax, he would have failed. The task was to show he would not
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succumb to her. That he could be strong and ignore her greatest efforts to sway him. The task was to show he was a Master. Though Kiera loved the feel of his skin under her hand, she had to make a concentrated effort to block out those around them. She was not an exhibitionist by nature and found herself resenting this audience intruding on what should be a private moment. It was easy to understand Amris' reasoning for demanding this part be included in their own Bonding Ceremony. He had to show the Pack and his peers that he was still in charge. That the decisions were his alone to make and he would not allow Kiera, though chosen to be his mate for life, to influence him. She would not come into the Pack to take it over or dominate it; she would instead support him in his decisions and choices. No matter what method she used, and sex was one of the most powerful available to any Lycan dam, she would not manipulate their Master. Amris felt the need to display to all those gathered that he would not bend to her will, no matter what. He was still the Master, and she, his dam. Her mouth moved across his while her fingers touched and teased. He did not react. Other than the obvious reaction in her hand, it was as if she were making love to a statue. If she held back, his position would always be in question. She had to make every effort to make him succumb to her. Moving to her knees again she took him into her mouth, her fingernails running lightly over his flesh. Still he didn't move. There was no encouragement or withdrawal. After several minutes, she
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withdrew from him and pulled back. His member was hard and stood straight out from his body, glistening with her saliva. He did not smile or give any sign of relief he felt, as the agony and ecstasy of the experience was finally over. Amris was thankful she had stopped when she had, because he had been horribly close to losing his own challenge. She had been as masterful as always. Her fingers had made his blood boil, and her lips ... her lips had been perfection on his skin. But he had conquered that demon, and he stood now before his Pack, a stronger wolf in their eyes as a result. There were many males present who would have died for a moment simply to trade places with Amris, but those same males knew that they would have failed in the task. He had made his point. Rising to her feet, her eyes met his unafraid and trusting. As his body had been held rigid and stiff, hers was loose and pliant. As she had been unable to move him, he would bend her to his will. Symbolically and literally. Whatever he chose to do with her, she would allow willingly and not fight. He was the Master, not only of his Pack but also of his home. He reached out to her and slid his hand over her hip, and all saw her tremble at his touch. His other hand went to her face and he brushed the hair from before her eyes. His fingers were gentle and she sighed, the sound carrying on the wind to all present. His hand was loose in her hair, but when he pulled her head back, she offered her throat willingly to his kiss. Then his voice was a whisper. "Submit."
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She dropped to her knees at once. And he whispered again. "Submit." She turned about, knowing on a sudden instinctive level what he wanted. And she wanted so much to please him. So she turned about, and placed her back to him. Then she bent at the waist, and raised her hips as her shoulders touched the ground. The offer of her body was unmistakable. It was enough, Kiera tried to tell herself. It was enough for her to prostrate herself before him for all to see. Time and circumstance had created a she-wolf as independent and determined as any sire. Time and again she had turned away those weaker, saving herself for the one who had the strength and ability to be a true mate. Amris was that one. She had to prove, to him and those watching that he was the one. Closing her eyes she steeled herself for the inner scream of outrage as she raised her arm behind her. The she-wolf understood the meaning, the human balked at the very idea. In this, the wolf proved stronger than the human. Amris was about to touch her and tell her to rise when she did the most astonishing thing. Her right arm went to her back and she placed her wrist at the small of her back. Then she placed her left wrist over her right. If there had been any question about her submission before, they had been erased at once. A collective gasp went through the crowd, quiet murmurs rumbled. Though none sought to disturb the near silent Ceremony, they could not help their reactions. Kiera had taken them all by surprise, some even having bets the Ceremony of Submission would be skipped or cancelled at the
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last moment. Kiera's reputation of being strong willed and difficult had been brought up in conversation again and again. To see her place herself in such a submissive pose willingly, without the Master's command, was completely unexpected. Amris held back, waiting for the crowd to settle, giving them full view of the female before them. He was proud of her for the display, knowing what it cost her to provide it. Gently he touched her hand, running his fingers across hers and down her backside. She was so beautiful and Amris had a difficult time retaining his composure. The curve of her hip, the loft of her buttocks, the parting of her legs in just such a manner to offer her most intimate self to him. He wanted to take her now. He wanted to show his Pack that he was her Master as much as he was theirs. That was what he wanted to do. He knew she was giving him that chance. By placing her hands where they could not resist him, she was giving herself to him totally. He knelt behind her, his shaft pulsing and strong. By the Moon, he wanted to take her! He placed his hands on her hips and his shaft rubbed against her slit. A groan of excitement rose from the Pack. And he felt their will flooding over him ... Take Her! Take Her ... Take Her! With one hand on her hip, he grasped her wrists and pulled her gently upright. He could sense the confusion of the Pack. Was he not going to take her? She'd given herself so fully and they knew he wanted her. That was so obvious. Why then was he letting her up? He placed her hands at her side,
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and he assured she could feel him against her. And still he did not take her. He turned her about as they stood so that her body was pressed against his. He felt her breasts pressed against his chest. His hardness was like steel against her belly. He tilted his head to her ear, out of sight of the Pack, and whispered. "That is not for their eyes, my beautiful Mate." Then he pulled his head back and turned to face the Pack. "The public portion of the Bonding Ceremony is complete. In the morning we will exchange our tokens at the Feast of the Dawn. To my guests, I thank you for attending this special night. To my Pack, I present to you ... your Mistress." Then he stepped back away from her so that all eyes in the glade only saw her. As one, the females knelt, prostrating themselves before their Alpha. And the males, the sires who yielded to no bitch or dam, took a knee, and offered to Kiera for this one moment, as they howled to the rising moon in a symphony of pure animal lust, the due that was hers as the Mother of their Pack. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 25 Amris stepped forward and took her hand. Guiding her from the glade, they made their way through the kneeling Pack. Once they were free of the throng they made their way together to their home, and their own private Ceremony. Kiera could not contain the joy that bubbled forth from her, or the giggle as their steps quickened to the house. He had aroused her beyond measure. The tug on her hand, pulling her into a run, told her he was similarly affected. She threw back her head and laughed from pure delight. She had managed to make it through the entire Ceremony without ruining it completely or failing to remember what was expected of her. For a moment, all she could feel was relief that it was over. Amris flung open the door and swept her into the house, only to kick it closed again and gather her into his arms in one fluid movement. His mouth was on hers before she could draw breath, hot and demanding. She moved restlessly against him, trying to pull him deeper into the house. His hand snaked into her hair, holding her tightly to him as he pulled her head back to feast on the flesh of her neck. She groaned, unable to move under his tender assault. He was not rough or impatient, but firm and demanding. She was held securely without being painful as long as she did not resist him. She laughed at the thought. The last thing on Kiera's mind was resistance! His lips were like molten lava on her skin, making her whimper with need.
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Her hips moved back and her hand wrapped around his still hard and throbbing shaft. The few moments it had taken for the Pack to show their respect and for the couple to make it back home, had cooled her ardor. Yet Amris had not only brought it back to flame, but he continued to stoke her flames even further. He was impatient and eager and nervous all at the same time. His manhood still jutted forth; its' need as insatiable as Amris' own. He had never felt himself so strong, or so firm and tight. As they went to the floor of the entryway, her legs wrapped about him at once. His hands were at her breasts, in her hair, at her throat. He needed to touch her with every piece of himself. He pinched her nipple and her gasp only made him want more. His hand stroked her hips and she jumped up to meet him. He felt her wet sex rubbing against him, but she still was not ready for him. He grazed the length of his manhood along the pouting lips of her sex, spreading them further. She whimpered at his teasing, almost in tears. Amris rose above her, his arms like granite pillars, and he looked down into his mate's pleading face. She needed him, and he obliged her. Looking up into his face, Kiera noted a subtle difference in him. His eyes were more intense than she had ever seen them, a small white blue flame dancing in their depths. It was so unusual, she caught her breath with her hand still on his hip. Amris took her shock for anticipation, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. She didn't have time to
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respond or react to her concerns; his manipulations of her body demanded her attention. With one slow withdrawal along the length of her sex, he felt her open before him. Then he pushed himself inside her, not stopping his first stroke until their pelvises touched. The moment he was fully seated within her, a jolt shuddered from his body, as if shocked by an electrical current. Energy flowed through him, from the crown of his head to his toes. Every place his skin touched hers was used as an outlet. As if there was too much for one body to contain, the energy flowed into her. Kiera couldn't breathe, couldn't move. The sheer power that his body was sending into hers was robbing her of her senses. Her body became so sensitive to the slightest touch, she cried out in sheer ecstasy though he had not moved. She didn't understand what was happening to them, but found she didn't care either. The feel of his body in hers, on hers, was magnified tenfold. Her inner walls felt every ridge and vein of his shaft. His chest hairs tickled her nipples and they rose to tiny pebbles, hard and taut. Every brush of air, sent licks of flame along her skin. Where they touched, was an inferno. Like a power surge at the turning of a light, the power waned, allowing her to catch her breath. "Amris ... what...?" She couldn't complete the question. Unsure what she was even asking. It was awesome and frightening at the same time. She trusted Amris with her life; there was no question of that. She had submitted to him in private and public. Even so, she was still Kiera. She was unable to accept blindly, needing to understand what was happening.
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"It is fine, my Mate. Mistress of the Pack." Kiera could almost hear the capitalization of her title. He began to move slowly within her, knowing that she would be feeling far more than her normal sensations. Each motion, forward and backward, brought with it a small electric thrill. He lowered himself to his elbows and touched her cheeks with his fingertips. She could feel that same sensation flowing through her, and her eyes were wide with the sensations coursing through her. "You are becoming more than you ever were, my Love. You are becoming a part of me, and all that I am." He kissed her gently, and their lips tingled at the union. "And I am capturing your essence in my blood. In my heart." He continued to move within her, feeling himself building towards the inevitable climax. It had cost him an enormous amount of energy to keep from releasing himself in the glade. And that energy now sought release. He kissed her again, his eyes on hers. As he started to climax, what Kiera had first felt as a surge of energy seemed but a spark to the explosion that now filled her core. "Kieeeerrrraaaaa!" He called out her name, and as his seed flooded into her, she was filled to overflowing with his very soul. She feared for a moment she might fly apart literally, her human body too small to contain the greatness of Amris' power. She felt him twitch within her for a split second before she screamed her own release, the orgasm stronger than any she had ever experienced before. She felt it in her bones, in her soul. It consumed her completely, giving her the
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sensation of soaring through the air before rocking gently to earth. After a moment to catch his breath, and with his shaft still firm within her, he whispered. "Now, Mistress of the Pack, close your eyes, and let your senses open to me." He knew she didn't understand yet, so he spoke gently and guided her through the sensations. Then she cried out. She had felt it, within her. It had been slow at first, but then it had rushed forward like a faucet suddenly opening to fill a basin, to settle again in a steady flow. And now, she felt it, through every fiber of her being. It was like a soft, throbbing rhythm buried within her at a level of consciousness she'd never known existed. "What? What is it...?" "That, my dearest Kiera, is the essence of my soul. The beating of my heart. The rhythm of my life. And I surrender it to you." What he had said was not entirely accurate, but it was accurate enough. Now that they had truly Bonded, it mattered not where Amris was, or what he was doing, Kiera would know the very cycle of his life. She would know the beating of his heart, and the urgency of his very breath. And overlaying every sensation, every nuance of his being, would be the feeling of his love for her that filled him and gave him his life. There was no release now other than through the dark shadow of death ... they were truly One. Kiera could not believe what she was experiencing. There were no words to describe the inner vision of his soul or the amazing connection that allowed her to partake of its
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greatness. It took her a moment to realize it was not him alone but both of them. She was contributing just as much, the tide of give and take washing through her. They were greater together than either had been individually. Her hearing had become more acute, allowing her to make out the dull roar of the party being held in their honor. Her vision sharpened, allowing her to see Amris more clearly in the dark, granting her the clarity to separate each strand of hair from the growth on his chin. She felt more ... Kiera. There was no real way to explain the change within. Her emotions were stronger, her determination growing in strength. Amris was making her more than she was without changing what made her Kiera. When she focused her physical eyes and looked at him, she was shocked to find a soft glow surrounding them. Lit by some inner light normally unseen, they were actually florescent. The light seemed stronger where they touched, at its brightest where his crux met hers, his hard, length still buried deep within her. She gasped amazed and looked into his eyes, unsure if he was with her or still lost in the inner vision of their joining on so many different levels. His smile was warm and caring as he withdrew from her body. She whimpered and cried out, unable to stop herself. She felt as if a part of her had come undone suddenly, and it was only her mind that allowed her not to sob at the loss. But it was a close thing. He knelt beside her and lifted her easily in his arms. He then carried her to their bedroom, kissing her gently along the way. When they reached their chambers, he laid her gently on the bed, before climbing into bed himself.
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Her hands sought him out and within moments he was back inside her, filling her. She sighed in pleasure and when he began moving again, she moaned in pleasure. "Close your eyes, my Love, and feel me..." She would understand now that he was not speaking of the physical, but in a sense he was. She knew at once that she needed to concentrate on the rhythm that was her sire. As he moved within her she felt the joy of more than the physical union. Now she felt everything he was feeling as well. It was different now. As if there was only a sudden need that must be fulfilled. And she felt that need grow in urgency, pushing aside all other desires. It swelled within her blocking out all other desires and she felt it consume her. The need grew within her and she cried out, desperately wanting that need to be fulfilled. But still there was emptiness within her. When it seemed that she could contain the need no longer, when she must either meet the need or be consumed by unfulfilled want, the urgency dissolved in a flood of emotion. She was swamped by all the elements of his love, of his desire, of his lusts ... and yes, even his rage, and his hatred, and his thirst for vengeance at those who would wrong him, his Mate or his Pack. All of his spirit, both light and dark, overwhelmed her in a rush. She could not breathe, it had been so intense. It had felt, for that brief moment, as if she must surely die, the explosion had been so intense. The white blue flame she had seen in his eyes flared to life until all she could see was the bright light fixed steadily on her, burning into her. Branding her as possessed.
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Then his voice was at her ears and he spoke gently. "That is how it feels to me, my love. That is how I reach my peak. Now the Bonding is complete. For now, you know the deepest secrets of my soul, just as I know yours." It was only then she realized he had climaxed again. Kiera found herself unable to answer. All her senses were on overload and she simply could not process it all. Her eyes alone were able to convey the love that threatened to burst from her chest. The glow she had noticed earlier was waning until it was gone, and she began to wonder if it had only been an optical illusion of sorts. His eyes returned to normal, the flame dying to a spark, completely unaware he saw the reflection of them in her eyes now too. With a sigh, the lids closed and she went lax in his arms. Her overwhelmed senses had simply shut down, unable to cope. Her breathing was steady and her heartbeat strong. She had simply passed out. Amris watched her as he stroked her skin, nuzzling her hair and waiting for her to wake up. She had handled the change masterfully, with only one moment of alarm. He had not realized how intense or exhausting the Bonding Ceremony would be, both on the public level and the private. He held very still for a moment, closing his eyes. He could feel her heartbeat in time with his and knew she was dreaming of happy things even without seeing the smile on her lips. He felt whole. Complete. As if a piece he had never realized was missing, had been put in place. That piece was Kiera. He was still staring at her profile when her eyes fluttered open and she looked to him with a smile. "I love you."
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He leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth, enjoying the taste of her and delighting in the earthy essence of the female wolf. "And I love you." She laughed then and kissed him back and for the next twenty minutes they simply kissed and touched and held each other as they got used to the Bonding that they now shared. Amris did not know for certain how Kiera felt but for his own part, he could feel each kiss through his veins now, and her touches were like an electric tingle through his body. His senses suddenly seemed even more acute than they had been, but only when she was the focus of his attention. It was as if the Bonding had made her the centre of his universe, above, and outside of all other things. Her light giggle at his touch made him smile. Then his smile took on a lusty tone, which Kiera picked up on right away. "What is it, Amris?" "You know," he said tracing her nipple with an extended fingertip, "I never did get around to that third Order..." Her eyes flashed, remembering what the last two had brought, and she suddenly didn't know if she was anticipating or dreading what it would be. And she realized any idea of refusing him as she might have before, was gone. "Very well, Amris." She lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide, and placed her hands over her head. Grinning she said, "What is your Order, Master of my heart." Amris leaned over her and whispered into her ear of his deepest desire. Her eyes widened, first in shock, then in wonder. "That? You wish for me ... for us...?"
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Amris nodded. He worried she might well decline the Order, since it was a punishment between the two of them, and no one but they would know of her refusal. But he hoped she didn't. For her part, Kiera was stunned by the Order. She had not expected anything of the sort, and she had originally been shocked. But now, after her Bonding with Amris, she could feel his need. Through the new connection forged between them, she could actually feel the sense of anticipation that was building in her mate, in her own body. It was a heady thing, and she found herself as intrigued by the Order now, as he was. "I have never ... never before..." Kiera's voice was clear but soft. "Nor have I, Mistress of my heart." Amris' eyes were shining with the satisfaction she had not refused him outright and was actually considering his proposal. Kiera brought her legs together and moved to sit up on the bed. Amris rose beside her and their hands touched each other silently. Then she smiled and nodded, and Amris' own smile lit up the room. [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter 26 The following morning they walked down to the glade, Kiera's arm was through Amris' and they were both smiling. Dressed simply in soft silk robes, neither had worried overmuch about their appearance to the Pack. They were Master and Mistress now. They could do no wrong in their Pack's eyes. As they approached the feasting table and their guests and companions, all present could tell that it had been a good night for both of them. The smiles and grins and general excitement of the Bonding were still fresh in their faces. Lynelle, the dam whose place Kiera had now taken stepped forward with a smile and then curtsied before her new Mistress. "Welcome, Master Amris and Mistress Kiera, to your Bonding Feast." Kiera started, hearing the formal title in conjunction with her name for the first time. It sounded strange; wonderful, but strange. She inclined her head to Lynelle, not trusting her voice. Looking up, Kiera took in the sea of faces. Last night in the heat of the Ceremony, she had not really seen who was in attendance and now the sheer number of people standing before her made her self-conscious. Upon closer examination, she found comfort in the fact that most of the faces were familiar at least, and of those a good percentage she could even put a name to. Her hand tightened slightly in Amris when her gaze met that of Fenris.
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Much to Kiera's dismay, The Code required an invitation be sent to all ranking pack leaders. Though he was the last person on earth she wanted to see on this special day, her wants were nothing compared to The Code. The Code was the law all Lycan lived by, it brought honor and discipline to all who followed its creed. As Pack Master, Amris could no more ignore The Code than he could stop breathing. It was his duty to uphold the law and his honor to enforce The Code. Next to Fenris were Ryka and Arcon, a somewhat pleasant surprise. She would have thought after he made it clear what he thought she was doing Bonding with Amris, he would have steered clear of the Ceremony itself. There was a cold certainty he did not approve of her and she wondered fleetingly what that would mean to the Pack. Farther back into the crowd she spotted Horus and Ra. Shiri was wrapped around Ra's arm like a sleeve and he held her gently. Both looked content. Horus seemed distracted though, his eyes kept wandering to another spot in the crowd, though Kiera could not find who was drawing his attention. A light tug on her hand brought her focus back to her mate and she smiled up at him, beaming with love and pride to be at his side. At his nod, they moved to their places of honor at the breakfast feast table. There, they saw that Khefris had already placed the tokens of their Bonding at their place settings. Two small chains lay on the table, their filament fine and delicate. Amris' chain seemed coarser and thicker than the other, and for decoration held an intricate series of links.
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The chain before Kiera was softer by far than Amris', and its decorative links seemed more fragile as a result. A craftsman, long years forgotten, had designed the links. When pressed together, the links joined and took a great deal of effort to undo. The way the story went, the male used to place the necklace on his mate while the links were still locked together, and only after they had managed to free the links was the couple considered Bonded. It was a humorous story when one considered how close the couple would have to be to each other, and everyone understood that there was probably little effort made to unlock the links until well after a Bonding had been performed! Yet the nature of the links had endured, and they had become the traditional decoration on almost every couple's necklace. What made these necklaces special was that they were made entirely of silver; the strongest and deadliest material known to a Lycan. But the silver was also meant as a statement. Their Bond was as unbreakable as the silver, and no Lycan, no matter how strong, could break a silver chain. Once they had reached their positions of honor, a quiet hush had come over the crowd. Amris turned to face Kiera as she picked up his heavier necklace and placed it over his head. The silver shone against the deep purple of his robe. "I give you this gift, Amris, knowing that our love is as unbreakable as this chain." She kissed him then and stood back. Amris lifted the soft silver threads of Kiera's necklace and placed it over her head. "I give you this gift, Kiera, knowing that our love is as unbreakable as this chain."
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Then he leaned forward and kissed her. When he stood back the crowd cheered, all but for Fenris and his brood. For them, it was the greatest insult imaginable. That Kiera had managed to avoid her fate after the placement of the Hunt Mark, and not only avoid it, but to move into a position of such strength and power it would take a great deal of maneuvering to get to her now. It was an unforgivable insult, and Fenris swore then that he would do whatever it took to have his own vengeance on her. Kiera had to smile at the exuberant reaction of the Pack at large, tears of joy wet her eyes as she raised her hand in Amris' above their heads. It was a victory of sorts, one that not everyone in attendance knew the history of. Still, they cheered all the louder. **** Lynelle was off to the side of the crowd, at a small table on which the items needed for the wedding couple for the feast, had been laid out. A sprinkling of morning dew had gathered in the bottom of the cups, a sign of good fortune in Lycan lore and she had to smile. Her Master and Mistress would not need the luck, as they were blessed naturally. However, she left the drops of water for them just to be safe, though she thought it odd the smaller, more delicate cup of the Mistress seemed to hold more of the fluid. **** Silas was on his rounds busily keeping an eye on the crowd along with several other of Amris' guard. The Hunt
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Mark was still in effect and the bounty on Kiera's head had not been lifted, so the junior Hunters had been tasked by Khefris to keep watch and ensure the final breakfast proceeded without incident. Passing by Lynelle at the table he caught a whiff of something ... different. Something just a little off. He could not put his finger on what it was right away, and was hesitant to bring it to anyone's attention until he was sure. It sent off tiny warning bells in his brain, but he couldn't remember just what it was or why it bothered him. **** Kiera ignored the dark looks that Fenris cast her way, though they sent a chill of fear through her. Such unbridled hatred from a man she had once sworn loyalty to. A man of her own blood and lineage. She was well aware of the animosity directed at her like some kind of arrow, though she forced herself to ignore it, and cast it aside. This morning was to finalize their Celebration, and Kiera refused to let her uncle ruin it. As she and Amris took their seats, the feast began. Plates piled high with all sort of morning delicacies were set before them for them to share. Meats and eggs, pastries and fruit. There was an offering available for any taste and all had been provided to the couple of honor. Amris found himself actually settling in and enjoying the morning. Sure, Fenris was being an ass. But it seemed Fenris was always being an ass. And now that Kiera was his Bonded, and had been elevated into her position last night, Amris felt fairly confident of the future. They might have a hard time
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pressing the coming Gathering to rescind the Hunt Mark, but he knew it would eventually be rescinded. They would hem and haw and bluster and argue. But never in their history had a Hunt Mark been laid against a Pack Mistress, and he doubted any Master alive would authorize this one to stand. **** Cheri and her new found friend Ransom were comparing notes on the offerings of the Lycan meat market parading by them. Ransom had come as a result of the widespread invitations, and a secret need to meet one of the Masters present. Her father and his associates had given her specific instructions, and it was imperative to Ransom that she not let him down. Ransom spotted Horus on the dais speaking to Amris. "Now there's a wolf I could climb all over like a jungle gym," she said with a wicked smirk. "Who Horus? Oh he's a sweetheart. And funny too." Cheri observed though she had only glanced to the dais before continuing to scan the crowd. "Have you met?" Ransom laughed and shook her head. "No, there are just so many people here to meet there's no way to meet them all. I doubt I will have the opportunity." "Oh yes you will." Cheri laughed and got to her feet, hauling Ransom up next to her. "Come on, let's introduce you." Ransom laughed letting Cheri pull her along. She had a mission and her target had been made clear. Now she only had to make contact. She had watched Horus most of the night before, though it seemed he was unaware of it or her.
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Carefully she had noted who he interacted with and how. Cheri seemed the easiest to pal up to and now all her efforts were about to pay off. The smile that lit her eyes was genuine. Horus was just stepping from the dais when Cheri called his name, Ransom in tow. "Master Horus, hold up a minute. I want to introduce you to a friend of mine." The duo came to a stop right in front of him. "Ransom, meet Master extraordinaire, Horus Weret. Master Horus, this is my friend Ransom." She let go of Ransom's arm and grinned, proud of herself. "Um ... Hi. Nice to meet you." Ransom said somewhat shyly. "Hello yourself." Horus responded with a smile. She was a stranger, he would have remembered that name, but he couldn't shake the feeling he had seen her before. He just couldn't place where. There was something about the petite blonde that gave Horus a wicked little thrill. But that same thrill scared him to death. They stood a moment just looking into each other's eyes, until Horus said, "I ... I feel I should ... know you, Ransom." Ransom just blushed and looked down. "I ... I don't think so..." But there was no hiding the soft smile she cast in Horus' direction. **** After making his excuses and rejoining the guests at the main table, Horus took a moment to speak with Amris about his guest list. Amris just shook his head. "No, my friend. I
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don't know where a lot of these guests are from. After all, as you well know, although the invitation was for the Masters and Leaders, anyone from any of the Packs is free to join in the celebration." Horus nodded. "Yes that is true. I just wondered if maybe Kiera might know who she is. She just struck me as.... mysterious..." Amris laughed and shook his head. "Horus, all bitches are mysterious. It's what they do best. What's her name?" "Ransom." Horus grinned now, and suddenly felt a little foolish. He was about to say something more when Fenris approached the table and spoke up, interrupting them. Amris' glare told Fenris he did not appreciate being interrupted, but Fenris chose to ignore him. "I must thank you for the invitation, Master Amris. But I am afraid I have received some news of import to my Pack and must leave." Amris wanted to say something to order him to stay, but held his tongue. Obviously Fenris had more to add. "I do, though, wish to also add that I hope to see you at the Gathering, Master Amris, where I hope we can resolve our differences to the Pack's satisfaction." The man had nerve, Amris would grant him that, but suddenly he just didn't want him around any longer. "I'm sure the Pack's decision will be the wisest one, Leader Fenris." Amris made certain to use the man's lesser title in his address. "Now, you were saying you had to leave?" Fenris nodded in response, and gathered up Hector and Carlos as he left the glade. Several other males joined him as he left, and Amris was suddenly uncomfortable when he
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noticed how many of Kiera's old Pack had been in attendance. He shook the feeling from him and turned to see Kiera watching him. Smiling, he said, "Told you I loved you. I didn't even kill your uncle, and I wanted to." Kiera nodded slowly, unable to conceal the worry in her eyes. It bothered her how closely and how often it seemed their lives would intersect with Fenris. Having lost track of time, she had not realized until just now that the annual Gathering was coming upon them. Leaning over she kissed him lightly. "Thank you for those little mercies." "What was that for?" Amris asked with a grin. But she just smiled back, and her eyes sparkled. "Does a Mistress need a reason to kiss her Master?" He laughed and Horus laughed with them, his own question momentarily forgotten. He excused himself from their company and made his way back into the gathering around Grey Rock, hoping for a chance to speak to the mysterious Ransom once more. Eventually, the meal had been eaten, the guests were fatted, and it was only left for the toast to the new Master and Mistress. Everyone's cups were filled and as one they toasted their leaders. A cheer and the occasional howl filled the air and Amris was as pleased as he could be over the developments. **** But Silas was not. He had remembered now what that odor was that had put him on edge all morning. Oleander. A quiet little poison that was totally tasteless and would have even
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slipped past his own senses if he had not remembered the training from his father. Just as silver was deadly to the Lycan, there were also many other ways in which they could be slain. Swords and steel, for example, could be used to decapitate, or dismember a Lycan warrior. But even worse than that type of death was poison. With a blade, one could fight back. But poison? Poison was a true assassin's weapon, and even the strongest Lycan would fall to its' proper use. His father had taught him that much. By the Moon! His father! Frantically, the young Lycan warrior began searching the crowd looking for his father. "My father, Carlos. Have you seen him?" His query was directed to one of the guards that had been patrolling the grounds with Silas earlier. "Yeah. And Amris was pretty upset. Your dad's lucky to still have a Pack Leader." "What are you talking about?" "They left. Just after the first serving. Leader Fenris and his whole gang." The warrior looked down at Silas and shrugged. "You're better off without that band anyway, pup. They're just trouble." Silas didn't know what to do. If he was right, if the scent he had detected were truly that poison, then this morning could end in disaster. Then the Pack raised its' cups and toasted its' new Master and Mistress, and while the Pack cheered, Silas ran as fast as he could for the head table. ****
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Amris bowed his head with Kiera's, accepting his Pack's praise. Ryka and Horus and the other Pack Master guests had toasted them as well, and Amris was feeling overwhelmed with the bright spirits this morning. Lynelle approached from the side and placed his cup in front of him and Kiera's in front of her. "My Pack mates, and my honoured guests. Horus, Ryka, Quentin, Findal, and Gorth, esteemed Masters. Thank you for giving us this day. It is not a common thing when a Master finds a mate worthy of the title Mistress. But today, this Pack finds itself with a worthy mother and Mistress. I present to you all, your new Mistress, Kiera Grey." Amris toasted his lady and drank deeply from his cup. **** Silas was screaming inside as he ran. He shouldered his new Pack mates aside and heard more than one comment about his rudeness, but he didn't stop running. And as he ran, he only prayed he was not too late. But the table seemed so far away and Amris was already drinking... **** Kiera lifted her cup to the assembly and laughed as they cheered. It was a heady feeling to know those sounds of celebration were for her and her mate. "My Pack mates and guests, I thank you for your cheers and your praise, and I will strive to be worthy of both." The Pack cheered her as she brought her cup to her lips.
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She never saw him coming. Some sixth sense alerted her enough to make her draw back her head, barely avoiding the incoming blow. Silas had lunged, hurling himself through the air to grasp the cup from her hand and tear it away from her lips. Wine spilled over the table and flew through the air, splashing Silas, Amris and Kiera. Amris dropped his own cup, as Silas shoved Kiera out of the way. Between the both of them they managed to knock her flat on her back onto the flattened platform of Grey Rock. The crowd went silent for a split second, before howling in rage. Had the young wolf lost his mind? Silas tumbled through the air, landing hard on his side, the cup in his hand. Amris roared his anger that their moment should be so abruptly shattered, the dark flames in his eyes piercing Silas. The younger man rose to his feet, more intent on smelling the wine on him than anything. He knew he was in trouble and prayed he had been right. Sure enough, he caught the faint traces of Oleander on his shirt and hands. Then Amris' hand closed like a vise around his throat and he felt himself being lifted into the air. The crowd had come out of their shock, and several males were already rushing forward to deal with Silas and his interference. Khefris was already closing on Silas and Amris, and he could see the murderous intent on his Master's face. "My Master!" Silas choked out between breaths, in a voice loud enough for all to hear. "Mistress Kiera's cup was poisoned!" If his actions had made them upset earlier, his statement now had them roaring in outrage. It was pure bedlam as Grey
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Pack Hunters squared off against strangers from other Packs. Teeth were bared and blood was heated, as the Grey Pack prepared to fight to the death against any attacker that presented itself. The sound of tearing clothes filled the glade as Lycan of every description shifted to their hybrid forms, ready to attack and kill at the slightest provocation. "Poison!" "Assassins!" "Find them!" "Who? Who did it!?" Horus' own Weret Pack members took up a stance next to their allies, seeking simply a word from their own Master so that they could fight, and kill the cowards responsible. Amris was bellowing for order from the Pack but it seemed they did not care to listen until Horus, Quentin and the other Masters present added their calls for calm to Amris' own. Finally, the Packs quieted to some semblance of order. Amris called for several warriors to surround Kiera and ordered her to lay prone on the ground, so any assassins nearby would not see her. He knew she hated putting the warriors of the Pack at risk for her, but she obeyed him without question and he was proud of her. "How, Silas? How did you know of the poison?" Amris was not going to take Silas' word for anything right now until he proved his worth, and it was with a huge effort that he lowered the pup to the ground and released the grip on his throat. Kiera was still too vulnerable, but moving her through a crowd of unknown threats right now would have been
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insane. If one attempt had failed, what back-ups lay in wait for her? "I wasn't sure, my Lord. Not until later, until..." Silas almost said until it was too late. "I recognized the scent from training with my father. He pointed it out as a difficult poison to detect and made me work at remembering it. It ... it is deadly to Lycans, Master Amris." Silas held out his hand and his soiled shirt and asked Amris to smell it. "Do you see? That faint background odor? Oleander." Quentin stepped forward and grasped the young pup's sleeve. Silas could have objected to the rough action, but he didn't want two Pack masters annoyed at him! Quentin was careful as he sniffed the length of Silas' sleeve. Then he nodded. "The pup is right." Quentin turned to Amris and frowned. "Your Mate has been attacked, Amris. On your own estate." Amris hardly need Quentin to confirm what he already knew. He turned to one of his Pack members and snapped out an order. "Loris, your home is closest. Take these men and escort Kiera to that hard shelter. Kiera, go with them and remain with two guards at all times." Then his eyes drifted to Silas. The lad had proven himself in a way that Amris himself had failed to do. If not for Silas' quick action, Kiera, his mate, would even now be dead or dying. "Silas, your instincts today were sharp and keen, and your Mistress owes you her life. And I, your Master, owe you a debt of gratitude, but now I need you to remain with her even
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longer." He clapped his hand on Silas' shoulder and looked him in the eye. "I need those sharp wits, lad. Protect her." Silas met Amris' eyes steadily and nodded, his chest puffed out in pride. "With my life." He joined the warriors around Kiera and ushered her out of the glen. Loris led the group to his home per his Master's order, with Silas on his flank. Kiera was loath to leave Amris' side. She hated that danger could be coming at her from any direction and that there were innocent lives in the way. She might have protested his order, even there, if reason had not won out. The sooner she was out of the open, the sooner she could be assured the safety of those trying to protect her. If she made a fuss now, it would only add to the chaos and someone could get hurt if not worse. No, it would be safer for all if she just cooperated, no matter how much it aggravated her to do so. **** Cheri watched the scene unfold in shock. It was horrifying that their Mistress had been attacked within her own territory. Even more so that it had been during the Feast of Dawn. She circled the crowd, trailing the Pack that was hurrying their Mistress away. Maybe there was something she could do to help Kiera. Even just to keep her company so she was not stuck with a house full of testosterone. Maybe she would even get the chance to thank Silas for his impressive and quick thinking save, at least she hoped so. She and Silas had already had an opportunity to get to know each other over the past week while she was recovering
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from her head injury, and she was totally smitten by the young Lunatier wolf. Just the opportunity to be around Kiera's sexy savior again was more than enough motivation to quicken her steps. **** Back at Grey Rock, Amris was barely keeping his own Fever in check. "Fenris will pay for this." Amris growled as Khefris, Horus, Ra, Quentin, Ryka and Arcon surrounded the irate Master. "That is a heavy accusation to make." Ryka said his eyes narrowing. "You have no proof that Fenris or any of his Pack are responsible. Your mate has a Hunt Mark on her and a bounty on her head. That she was attacked here, during this Ceremony, only means that there are some who value money above honor. The would-be assassin could have been anyone." Ryka suddenly felt his alliance with Fenris smothering him and crushing him. He suspected Fenris of this act as well, but as an ally he was bound to protect the weaker Pack Leader. The Code demanded it. Amris rounded on him and Ryka could see the deep red flames of fury burning in the Grey Master's eyes. "I will find out who this would-be killer is, Ryka, I promise you that. And when I do, it won't matter who they are, or what Pack they are in, or where they try and hide. I will find them and my justice will be swift and merciless." End of Book 1 The story continues in Book 2: Hunters of the Pack: Traitor
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