Chapter 27 (re)


    He shrugged, as he walked further and tilted his head, “Beats me, when you find out I would love to


    know.”


    pping away the mosquito bitting her leg, she caught the worry crease on Caidrians forehead.


    Following the direction of his gaze, she peeped down. It took everything in her not to scream, she


    hadn’t noticed that they were walking up a spiral, heading toward a mountains peak. So lost in


    conversation, not paying much attention to her surroundings. Orck of…


    It wasn’t long after, she caught the blurred movement of white hair, unfortunately, that was no rabbits,


    but hair attached to the skin, which meant one thing, “Caidrian, what’s going on?”,


    Not sparing her a nce, he answered, “I’m not sure, they’re Asguardians.”


    Ok, “Are they good or bad?”


    “THEY are the Angel''s offspring.” She rxed at that, and muttered: “Good then.”


    “I can’t change it, let’s move.” She didn''t argue as they hurried back on the path making tracks.


    Frozen mid-step when a pack of wolves appeared in the front of her, four, to be exact, she stuttered,


    “Ah, Caidrian, w..what are we gonna do.”


    By his confused furrow, it was obvious Caidrian was at a loss for words but those thoughts were quickly


    dispelled into a rage when the wolves jumped forward circling him.


    Lips peeled back, snapping teeth, there was no mistaking the wolf''s hunger for flesh. re shuddered


    to knock her head on the tall thin tree, she skittered across the pathway. The stic and contents of


    clothes scattering on the ground. A quick nce over her shoulder, she watched Caidrian fighting the


    wolves. Some of them howled as he flung them across the pathway like they were nothing more than


    stray dogs, he wasn’t fighting with all his strength as he maintained his human form.


    She yelled, “Caidrian,” when she saw the Asguardians approaching faster.


    His back bent, slightly over the edge of the high drop as he beheaded the wolf with one quick glide of


    his sword.


    She was almost convinced that she was having a concussion when she saw the body turn into a


    headless woman, naked. Across from her the head rolled, resembling a ball wrapped in blue hair, and


    red liquid.


    Mouth open, and eyes wide re swiveled to the howl of another wolf. Spine ramrod her body turned


    instinctively toward a third howl. Caidrian pierced the sword through its heart at the same time the wolf


    transformed into a man with dark blue hair, and darkish skin.


    Further down the Asguardians were almost in her line of sight. Raking her brain for some contingent


    n or dy tactic she drew herself away from the fight, careful not to gain unwanted attention to


    herself. Once a few meters away she turned her back on the fight and lifted her hands to g the


    Asguardians attention.


    When a hooded figure jumped down from the nearest tree blocking her from the Angels spawn re


    squeaked before losing bnce. Expecting to hit the hard ground, she gasped as a huge male arm


    surrounded her waist, holding her in ce.


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    The hooded males eyes glowing like the gleam of a predator, giving only the faintest semnce of his


    features. Instinctive, andpelled like an invisible ma, her hand shot out to caress his face. He


    let her go so quickly, positive she would have fallen this time for real if some invisible force didn''t keep


    her in ce. Disappointment stark when she looked up only to be greeted by the hooded males back.


    Which meticulously blocked her from the Asguardians he now held in assembly. Brushing away the


    thought as another howl filled the air. re could only hope for the stranger dressed in an old robe like


    those you use in a monarchy, was a friend and not foe.


    There was something so potent about his demeanor, that Kalbreal who she would have described as a


    strong powerful male didn''t even niche the raw strength from this hooded man. From his broad-


    shouldered back to his stance as he shielded her, he screamed leader. She thought of Kalbreal, the


    way he always looked down on people, his head always held high, but this man wasn’t like that, he


    didn''t need tomand anything.


    Frowning at the pull she had to him. This stranger to her eyes was intoxication,pulsion and


    intimidation. It made her want to drop to her knees and make vows of her loyalty, before she stroked


    his back. The message was obvious,


    He bowed to no man. And re feared him.


    She watched as the Asguardians conversed softly with this man who made the monarchy robe, look


    like a warrior’s suit. Eventually with curt nods they turned around and walked back down. As though


    just awakened from an induced haze, re turned to see Caidrian still fighting thest wolf. Giving him


    silent due that he was holding his own, unsurprised, she returned her attention back to the man in the


    robe.


    He was gone, vanished, or was never even there. She spun around as a grey wolf bit into Caidrians


    arm, blood oozed out, “Go re, NOW,” before fear or dread even touched her mind the strange man


    appeared like a wind blew his presence.


    Those strong hands that had held her up with such intimacy now gripped the wolf in a pair of very


    manly hands, ‘the big knuckles and thick fingers kind of hands’, long, alluring.


    She watched as those fingers dug into the fur of the wolf and heard rather than saw the shattered ribs.


    Flinching at the cry of the wolf, she meant to turn her head but didn''t do it fast enough as she bared


    witness to the brutal force of this powerful being as he twisted the wolf''s spine, the snapping sound


    unmistakable.


    Watching in part horror and the other part bewilderment as to who he might be, as the dead wolf


    transformed into a blue-haired man, she couldn''t move. The tingle in her veins, the shiver that ran


    down her spine, familiar to her, only now it was more intense.


    The pinpricks she felt behind her neck, and the invisible ma attracting her to this man were


    something she felt at times in thest four months. There were times when these feelings became


    more palpable, but nothing like this.


    Having had only a glimpse of his face she couldn''t be sure of who he was or whether she’d seen him


    before this. Though a man in monks clothing, he was a stone-cold killer who she knew with the surest


    certainty would see again, it was inevitable and that thought sparked something in her. re brushed


    the feeling away, not ready for its intensity.


    He''s a killer, your mother just died, you should not be thinking about a man, she chastised herself.


    Walking toward her, she watched his lithe form, his confidence stark in the field of dead bodies, it


    should have scared her.


    “Because where there is strength there''s darkness.” His voice- so intense, deep, hypnotic, it left her


    spellbound. re had never heard a stronger, yet sensual voice that appealed to her as much.


    It took her almost a minute toprehend what he’d said, and why. Her eyes widened when she finally


    did. He had answered what her mind was still going to conclude. He had invaded her thoughts. Heat


    flushed her cheeks Crimson when she recalled the way she eyed him a few moments


    ago.