Tristen lay on the bed, Alice had no clue what had happened to him, he had been fine when they had left home but halfway to her mothers he’d gotten really sick. Placing the cup of water down next to bed she couldn’t help but feel disappointed, she had so wanted to introduce him to everyone.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, softly noticing him opening his eye’s.
“I feel awful” he admitted.
Placing her hand on his head, there was no sign of a temperature. “You feel aright” she smiled, “Perhaps its just a bug, hopefully you’ll feel better tomorrow”
“I’m not so sure” Tristen replied, “I think I might miss the wedding” Continue reading
“What are you so happy about?” Tristen snapped towards Duncan as the two young men sat in the front of the wagon as it rolled down the foothill’s and out of the mountains. Duncan grinned back he didn’t feel like ruining the surprise just yet. Tristen truly was a dumb shit all his plotting and scheming and yet he had failed magnificently to spot a massive flaw in his plan and Duncan was going to enjoy watching as his rival’s plan’s landed in a heap at his feet. “I would have thought you more subdued” the young man continued to press “I mean… if you get caught in Grimstead isn’t the King is likely to separate your head from your shoulders?”
“You really think Daniel is still looking for me?” Duncan chuckled, “He assumes me well gone, he certainly isn’t going to be looking for me at the wedding of a farmer in the furthest reaches” Continue reading
Alice squeezed Tristen’s hand tightly as they breached the circle of the camp fire, all eye’s watching her she knew she’d been summoned because something was wrong. She had heard Duncan arriving on the wagon shouting and causing a fuss. She had tried to go out to him but Heather had stopped her saying she would find out what was wrong.
“What’s going on?” she dared asked, looking around the circle everyone was here.. well almost everyone, only Kaitlyn and her father where missing. Spotting Duncan in the crowd a sudden panic over whelmed her. Duncan had left with her father … if he was back and her father was not? What did that mean?
“Lar’s is missing” Bronwyn informed her. Her swollen belly now heavily pregnant with a child that was almost due any day now. Continue reading
“Your on heat” Tristen mused, kissing her forehead as the pair lay together on her bed. It was a rare thing they could be together so openly, so intimately on their own. Ever since she had announced the couples relationship her father and Kaitlyn had watched like hawks.
She knew her father did not approve, Tristen was not Silverfang blood and to their tribe marriage or mating to anyone of wolf blood other than another Silverfang was almost unheard of. Still she did not always feel Silverfang, she’d been raised on the farm with her mother where the purity of Silverfang blood had little meaning. Continue reading
It was Duncan’s final night in the camp, tomorrow he headed to Darkfire to begin a new life as a nobleman. He was certain being a lord was going to be very different to being a Garou boy.
The change came with mixed emotions. Tomorrow he and Quillen would both be granted a portion of Darkfire castle from which to run their estate. Tarik had insisted that financially both boy’s had been granted equal shares and that what they did with those shares would be upto them.
He had to admit the idea of living in such close proximity to Quillen had its appeal but likewise he also had to admit that the fiercely competitive side of his nature took this as a challenge. Determined that his estate would be more successful than his friends. Continue reading
“Duncan, can I help you set the table?” Danica asked, eagerly.
Nodding the young man practically thrust the dishes into her hand, who’s stupid idea had this been anyway inviting the Darkfires for Christmas dinner. He didn’t really need to ask, of course it had been his mothers. She was a Hamdun after all. Continue reading