Page 61 of Full Moon
Chapter 29
Torben
The lookin Feray's eyes when she looks at me that last time will haunt me forever. I see the exact moment her wolf takes over. The deep, soulless depths of the beast in her chest surface as the red burns through the ice blue.
She's an alpha in a rage. And it doesn't bode well for her mother's pack. My heart pounds as I move behind the sled and dig out my pack with my muzzle. Khal sees what I'm trying to do and rushes over to help.
He sets my pack on the ground, his hands shaking slightly as he pulls out clothes and boots for me, then throws the heavy wool blanket over me so I can shift. As I pull my pants up, a body flies over our heads and impacts the mountain.
We duck instinctively.
"Hurry, Torben, she's on a rampage..." Khal's voice is strained, his eyes wide with panic. I finish dressing as quickly as I can, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Rushing around the side of the sled, I am greeted by a scene of utter carnage. Bodies are strewn around Feray. Her fur, usuallya pristine white, is now more vermillion than snow. Every wolf that attacked her lies dead at her paws. She stands tall, head and tail high, hackles raised, growling continuously at what remains of the pack. Most of the wolves have hit the ground, tails tucked beneath their bodies, while others sit with their heads lowered in submission.
"What did I miss besides the carnage?" I ask as I approach Diaval and Easton, my voice shaky despite my attempt to sound calm.
"As you can see, she made her point," Diaval replies, sweeping his hand over the battlefield as if presenting a grand feast.
His nonchalance sends a chill down my spine. "She's telling the survivors who she is. They are filling her in on the last twenty or so years that she was away," Easton says, tilting his head as if listening to something beyond my hearing. "Well, that's interesting."
"What is?"
"Everything went silent. Can you hear them?" He glances at Diaval, who looks pensive.
"Not a word." Diaval tilts his head, and I shake mine in agreement.
"She must have tired of the snooping," I fling over my shoulder as I move alongside Feray's wolf.
The ferocity in her eyes, the blood on her fur—it's a nightmare I can't wake up from.
I approach slowly from her left side. As I get close enough, I rest my hand over her tense shoulders, feeling the warmth of her fur beneath my fingers.
Feray's voice echoes in my mind, her words chilling and resolute....if anyone threatens what's mine again, I will do far worse than I just did.Her fierce declaration sends a shiver down my spine. Why is direct contact working this time and not the others?
"Feray..." I murmur, hesitant to call her "little wolf" in front of her mother's pack. Her left ear flicks in my direction. A small acknowledgment.
You probably can't hear me. They threatened to kill all of you in your sleep. I lost my temper.Her mental voice is tinged with regret and anger.
"I can hear you. I think it's because I'm touching you," I say softly. I dig my fingers into her pelt, breaking up some of the frozen blood clots.
Oh, that's good to know. We need to get moving. They are going to set us up in a guest house before we go meet the current alpha.The disgust in Feray's voice is palpable, and it stirs a protective anger within me.
I glance back at the cart, but Feray shakes her head.The pack will move it. Grab your backpacks and mine and let's go.She barks several times, setting the wolves in motion with a commanding presence that leaves no room for hesitation.
"Grab only our backpacks. Feray says the pack will bring our bags to where we will be staying," I relay to the others.
"How exactly did you hear her?" Diaval asks, glancing between Feray and me.
"Apparently, direct contact works when she lets it." I grab my backpack and Feray's. The others follow suit, each grabbing theirpack and one extra—likely filled with the fancy clothing and royal adornments we found.
It's obvious that the Crescent Valley pack is more war-faring than the Dunnum pack. Feray dips her head slightly, allowing the other wolves to lead us toward our lodging. It's almost unnerving seeing all the changes in my once gentle mate.
Whatever magics were used on her to not only suppress her wolf but also to dwarf its size is obviously gone. The height of her wolf rivals my bear's, but where I have bulk, she has sleek, powerful muscles. Her wolf is built for power and agility. As we get closer to town, more inhabitants poke their heads out of their homes to stare at us.
"It's been hundreds of years since other species have traversed their lands. My trip to the castle for Feray's parents was probably the last time they saw anyone that wasn't a wolf," Diaval supplies as we continue on.
We reach a small cottage on the outskirts of the town, and an older gentleman waits at the door for us. "Lord Pendragon, you honor us with your visit." His eyes widen as he stares at Feray openly. "Lyra?" He lowers his head, looking at Feray.
