Spirit of the Mountain by Paty Jager

Author:Paty Jager [Jager, Paty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Nez Perce, Historical, Romance, Spirits
Publisher: Windtree Press
Published: 2014-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Pú-timt wax pí-lept

(14)

Himiin snarled and fought back the urge to take what was his.

Wren.

When the Blackleg warrior held her against him as they rode, jealousy roiled in his gut. Seeing the man didn’t lie with Wren eased his mind. Their conversation left him wondering at the man’s wisdom to put both himself and Wren at risk by forcing peace between the Nimiipuu and Blackleg.

He ground his teeth watching the Blackleg escort Wren back to the camp. The warrior treated her like a prize horse, leading her around and ordering her every move. He may have paid horses and buffalo hides for her, but they were merely material goods.

He had given much more—his heart. Wren belonged to the mountain and him. She became his when they made love. It took all his restraint to not barge into the camp, scoop her into his arms, and carry her back to the mountain where she belonged.

Her future could never be with him. Their ill-fated attraction was doomed from the start with him a spirit and her a mortal.

And neither could shirk their duty to the Nimiipuu.

But it didn’t make watching her with someone else any easier. If he could walk away and let the Blackleg take her, it would spare both their emotions. But his gut told him trouble was coming, and he couldn’t walk away when Wren was headed toward danger. He would do whatever it took to keep her safe, even if it included the torture of watching her with another.

The Blackleg sat at the base of a pine, leaning against the tree with his weapons at the ready. A sign he expected conflict.

Himiin glanced at Wren curled up like a coyote pup under the blanket. Nothing in the bushes around her moved. The sounds of nightfall rustled around him as birds perched and the animals of the dark came out.

Although he didn’t sense any trouble, he began another vigilant circle around the camp. He would keep this up all night, if need be, to make sure nothing happened to Wren.

The wind shifted and a familiar scent flared his nostrils and lifted his lip in distaste. Crouching down, he crept through the underbrush toward his quarry. His body quivered with rage as the scent of his prey exuded exhilaration and confidence.

Peering through the undergrowth, he saw the black wolf with the tattered ear stealthily approaching the Blackleg warrior from behind. Why would he attack the man before the woman? There was little time to wonder. He had to stop the creature.

He covered the distance between he and the dark wolf in a flash, pouncing without warning.

The black wolf growled as Himiin landed in the middle of him. They rolled through the brush, snapping limbs and snarling. A blur of fangs, fur, and yellow glowing eyes barely registered as every muscle in Himiin flexed to kill. It didn’t matter the wolf viciously fighting back was a spirit and would take another form. Or the fact he would fall in disfavor once more for killing.

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