The Goddess Redemption #2 - Spellbound (a Paranormal Romance) by Kelli Lockheart Page B
Authors: Kelli Lockheart
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witnessed the transformation. It had been a child then too. “I can make the transition a lot easier for him. He won’t suffer. That is what I offer. Do you want me to do that for your son?”
At that point, the ir decision was always easier.
****
Victor put another log on the fire. The night was colder in the mountains and the further he climbed, chasing the herd of stag, the more frigid the nightly temperatures. It was the last hunt of the season, the snows would harden to ice and the smaller game would take to their dens soon. The mating season was over, but Victor wanted one more kill. He warmed his hands, squatting close to the fire. Behind him lay his bow and quiver. And the arrow . The voice in his head taunted him, nearly as bad as the mad old woman who had given him the damn thing. He settled back into a sitting position and reached for the arrow.
It felt like an icicle in his hand and it held a bluish tint, even under the firelight. The tip was splendid and shone as if it had never been used. There were strange markings on the shaft and Victor had to admit that it was probably very valuable. It certainly appeared as if it was made of pure silver, he had never seen anything like it and yet it felt familiar in his hands. He threw it into the quiver with the rest of his arrows.
He was about to stretch back when, from the inky black of the night that closed around his small campsite, Victor heard the howl of the wolf. The mountains went silent and he froze in place as the hairs stood on the back of his neck. He heard the crunch of leaves and the rustle of underbrush. The massive form of black moved into the small clearing. The light from the fire seemed small, when compared to the eyes that stared at him from behind it.
Out of instinct, Victor grabbed his bow and rolled to the side as the beast lunged forward over the flame. He brought up an arrow, drew back and released. The arrow found its mark. The beast should have fallen, but it didn’t. He pulled another one from the quiver, took aim and released. Again, the sound of an arrow biting into flesh reached him across the small gap separating him and the very much alive wolf. In horror, Victor watched the beast move towards him, both arrows embedded into the creature, one at its heart, the other at its lungs.
Readying for a second lunge from the wolf, Victor crept, slowly, until he felt the bark of the tree dig into his back. He would make his stand.
“More human than god , now, hunter?” the wolf growled, the words coming forth alarming Victor. Am I mad? He had to wonder if he had really heard the wolf speak. Surely not, and yet, he could not shake the feeling that he had spoken to its kind before. Are there others?
He fought off the urge to look around, afraid to take his eyes away from the creature for even a moment. If there were others, he knew they had him. As he reached for another arrow, his hand hit the cold one and it burned. If the strange arrow had been cold before, it was a vacuum for heat at that moment. His hand tingled as he brought it up and took aim.
“You can’t kill me, hunter ,” the wolf spoke again, the words falling away to a growl. Victor knew he wouldn’t get another chance, his aim must be true. So he waited for the beast to make its next move.
Chapter One
Meg was finally asleep by the time Sara had left their small cabin. Sleep was hard enough during the day, but at night, sleep had become impossible since the shifters began ravaging the area. They came nearly every evening, turning any they didn’t kill outright. Those villagers, protected by the barrier spell she had created, would make it through, those unprotected, were not so fortunate. The problem with the spell was that it required wolfsbane, which was usually a very plentiful flower in the region. But since the shifters, the flower had become scarce, until finally, it was all but gone, having been picked clean by all those in need of the protective barrier
At that point, the ir decision was always easier.
****
Victor put another log on the fire. The night was colder in the mountains and the further he climbed, chasing the herd of stag, the more frigid the nightly temperatures. It was the last hunt of the season, the snows would harden to ice and the smaller game would take to their dens soon. The mating season was over, but Victor wanted one more kill. He warmed his hands, squatting close to the fire. Behind him lay his bow and quiver. And the arrow . The voice in his head taunted him, nearly as bad as the mad old woman who had given him the damn thing. He settled back into a sitting position and reached for the arrow.
It felt like an icicle in his hand and it held a bluish tint, even under the firelight. The tip was splendid and shone as if it had never been used. There were strange markings on the shaft and Victor had to admit that it was probably very valuable. It certainly appeared as if it was made of pure silver, he had never seen anything like it and yet it felt familiar in his hands. He threw it into the quiver with the rest of his arrows.
He was about to stretch back when, from the inky black of the night that closed around his small campsite, Victor heard the howl of the wolf. The mountains went silent and he froze in place as the hairs stood on the back of his neck. He heard the crunch of leaves and the rustle of underbrush. The massive form of black moved into the small clearing. The light from the fire seemed small, when compared to the eyes that stared at him from behind it.
Out of instinct, Victor grabbed his bow and rolled to the side as the beast lunged forward over the flame. He brought up an arrow, drew back and released. The arrow found its mark. The beast should have fallen, but it didn’t. He pulled another one from the quiver, took aim and released. Again, the sound of an arrow biting into flesh reached him across the small gap separating him and the very much alive wolf. In horror, Victor watched the beast move towards him, both arrows embedded into the creature, one at its heart, the other at its lungs.
Readying for a second lunge from the wolf, Victor crept, slowly, until he felt the bark of the tree dig into his back. He would make his stand.
“More human than god , now, hunter?” the wolf growled, the words coming forth alarming Victor. Am I mad? He had to wonder if he had really heard the wolf speak. Surely not, and yet, he could not shake the feeling that he had spoken to its kind before. Are there others?
He fought off the urge to look around, afraid to take his eyes away from the creature for even a moment. If there were others, he knew they had him. As he reached for another arrow, his hand hit the cold one and it burned. If the strange arrow had been cold before, it was a vacuum for heat at that moment. His hand tingled as he brought it up and took aim.
“You can’t kill me, hunter ,” the wolf spoke again, the words falling away to a growl. Victor knew he wouldn’t get another chance, his aim must be true. So he waited for the beast to make its next move.
Chapter One
Meg was finally asleep by the time Sara had left their small cabin. Sleep was hard enough during the day, but at night, sleep had become impossible since the shifters began ravaging the area. They came nearly every evening, turning any they didn’t kill outright. Those villagers, protected by the barrier spell she had created, would make it through, those unprotected, were not so fortunate. The problem with the spell was that it required wolfsbane, which was usually a very plentiful flower in the region. But since the shifters, the flower had become scarce, until finally, it was all but gone, having been picked clean by all those in need of the protective barrier
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