Brother to the Wolf by A. Katie Rose

Author:A. Katie Rose
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magic, wizards, werewolf, evil, princess, wolf, prince, shifter, assassins, wolfshifter
Publisher: A. Katie Rose

Chapter Four

The Wrath of Usa’a’mah

Ly’Tana paced.

Fluid, powerful, lethal, she loped back and forth across the courtyard, her red-gold hair swinging in the light breeze she made. Her warriors avoided her sharp tongue and sharper temper, obeying her commands to the letter. Yuri and Yuras she posted to the hills to watch for enemy movement. She set Witraz, Rannon and Alun to watching the north, south and west boundaries of the monastery grounds. Bar obeyed her orders, leaping into the sky to watch for the missing twosome without a disgruntled hiss.

Of them all, only Left and Right stared at her, impassive, silently refusing her commands. Despite her railing at them, swearing, threatening to behead them on the spot for treason, they stood with arms folded and watched her with glittering dark eyes.

“They’ll be here,” I said, for the tenth time. Or was it the eleventh?

She shot me a dark look. “They should’ve been here yesterday.”

We’d ridden our exhausted and bloody mounts into the courtyard the day before, only to find Rygel hadn’t brought Kel’Ratan here to heal him. Dead on our feet, none of us slept much during the night. We bathed the gore from our bodies, ate a little, and worried plenty. My bond with Rygel told me Rygel still lived. I reminded her . . . or the tenth or the eleventh time.

“That doesn’t mean Kel’Ratan is,” she snapped, swinging to pace east twelve steps, exactly twelve, before turning about and returning twelve steps west. “Maybe Kel’Ratan is dead and Rygel hasn’t the balls to come back.”

That was new. She usually ignored my attempts to reassure.

“Rygel wouldn’t do that,” Arianne said from her spot on the eastern wall, Corwyn standing at her back.

“What do you know?” Ly’Tana scoffed. “You were in his presence, what? An entire hour?”

For answer, Arianne turned away, showing us only the sleek clean fall of midnight hair. After bathing, the tangles brushed from her locks, she looked more the young woman than a starving orphan. The silver headband Ly’Tana loaned her gave her a royal appearance, while effectively holding her hair from her face. She couldn’t hide in it any longer.

“She loves him,” I said softly.

That halted her mid-pace. Ly’Tana spun about on her heel, glaring at me as though I’d just insulted her. I sat on the western wall, sharpening my sword. A good blade, the fight with Brutal’s soldiers still nicked the tempered steel in places. I slid the whetstone along its renewed edge and returned her icy eyes with a calm I didn’t feel.

“Impossible,” Ly’Tana snorted. “She just met him.”

“Corwyn called it ‘the thunderbolt of the gods’,” I replied mildly.

“Huh.”

“’Tis said,” Corwyn said, watching the hills above us, “that if lovers die apart, one grieving with a broken heart for the other, the gods often are moved to great mercy. They’re given a second chance.”

“Oh?” I asked, interested.

Ly’Tana didn’t spin this time, a good sign, but turned instead to regard Corwyn with curiosity.

He nodded absently. “In their next incarnation, they find each other again.

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