Red by Pelaam

Author:Pelaam
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: gay fantasy erotic romance
Publisher: Silver Publishing
Published: 2013-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

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Ceron returned to his village, warm from the new, thick, red hood, the voda he had drunk, and the welcome from Storm's family. There would be a formal ceremony to recognise his position as Storm's mate. The only thing left to decide upon was whether he continued in his work in the village. Ceron wanted to contribute to his family, and had his grandmother to consider. He was no hunter, furrier, or weaver.

He groaned as the village bell rang and people gathered for a meeting in the square. With a sigh he went to see what was happening. He saw Torrin talking animatedly to the town's current burgher. He gave a shudder at the look on the big man's face, dark and evil. He eased through the modest crowd to hear what was being said. As he stood and listened he fingered the warm, deep-red hood that Rain and Shade had both insisted he take.

He drew some of the thick material to rub against his face, and closed his eyes dreamily, as he pretended it was Storm's furred hand caressing him. Then he started at Torrin's booming voice.

"If it hadn't been for Sulwyn happening along, Urian might have been killed. The doctor has said the marks on his arm and back are claw marks. It had to be a Wolven. They're becoming dangerous animals and you need to get them to move away from decent folk like us!" Torrin shouted loudly.

Torrin's words were greeted by a murmur of assent that Ceron noticed was led by Torrin's men: Sulwyn, Tudor, and those otherwise employed by the woodsman. As the burgher confirmed the time of the attack, Ceron found himself immediately speaking up.

"Then it couldn't have been a Wolven. They were all in their camp as their Alpha ordered. He made sure he did a check of his people to verify all were present. No Wolven was abroad at that time today."

"Are you certain, Ceron?" the burgher asked him. "All were in their camp?"

"I'm certain." Ceron blushed at being the focus of attention. The townsfolk had moved aside to enable him to be clearly seen and heard.

"And how would you know?" asked Torrin, his voice sly.

"I got a new hood from them today." Ceron rubbed the fabric lightly between his fingers. "Vevina, my grandmother, exchanged some of her vegetables and baking for it," he added quickly. Torrin wasn't the only one who would know he could not have afforded something so well-made himself.

"Your grandmother lives not far from their camp," the burgher said, his voice thoughtful. "Has she been having any problems with the Wolven as Torrin claims has happened to him?"

"None, sir," Ceron replied truthfully. "My grandmother is liked and respected by Rain and his Pack."

"As she is here, my boy," the burgher assured him, his tone magnanimous. "I will discuss these events with the sheriff and see what can be done to establish who was responsible for the foul attack on Urian. He never saw his assailant. Until then, I suggest that anyone needing to go into the woods finds a companion to accompany them.

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