Sword's Call by C. A. Szarek

Author:C. A. Szarek [Szarek, C. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Book One of The King's Riders, dragons, elves, elf, magic, love, half-elf, king’s, rider, greenwald, wolf, quest, swords, wizard, Romance, good, vs, evil, redemption, shade, province, c, a, szarek, nicole, cadet, gypsy, shadow
Publisher: Paper Dragon Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Jorrin awoke to someone tugging at him.

Or perhaps it was something.

Yawning, he opened his eyes, stretching his back and his arms. The sun crested the horizon, but the sky wasn’t very bright just yet.

When teeth brushed his ankle Jorrin bolted upright, wide awake.

Cera’s damn wolf had bitten him.

“Blessed Spirit, Trikser!” Scrambling backward in the furs, Jorrin tore the pant leg of his breeches so he could see his ankle. He exhaled when he saw only an angry welt. Jorrin had expected blood. He rubbed the spot; no doubt it’d leave a large bruise.

He glared at the wolf.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Trikser knew he was awake now. The wolf barreled into Jorrin, knocking him over.

Fighting for breath, he sat up, shaking from the wolf’s muscular body slamming against his chest. “What the . . . ?” Jorrin muttered, standing on wobbly legs and brushing himself off.

Trikser bounded away from him, whining and whimpering.

Cera was nowhere in sight.

She was probably just inside, but Jorrin needed to find her and see what was wrong with her bondmate.

Stomping into his boots, Jorrin rolled up Cera’s furs. He smiled when her sweet scent clinging to the soft covers tickled his nose. Too bad she’d not woken him when she’d arisen. He could’ve taken her again.

Flashes of her beneath him, her taste, her touch, and them moving together danced into his mind and he shook himself.

She’d been passionate, sweet, brave, and innocent, all rolled into one.

He’d never had such an experience. Such a responsive lover. Couldn’t wait to have her again. Jorrin’s manhood stirred and he tugged on his breeches.

Not now.

He needed to prepare mentally for the day’s battle.

Trikser darted back and forth, his movements more frantic with each pass in front of the ruins of the old castle. Then the wolf skidded to a halt, kicking up dirt. Sitting back on his haunches, Cera’s bondmate threw his head back and began to howl.

Jorrin gaped. He’d never heard Trikser howl before, but the wolfsong bled desperation.

Hadrian ran from within the ruins, Braedon on his heels. The elf wizard’s face was as white as a sheet.

Jorrin’s heart stopped.

Even before the wizard laid his hands on the wolf’s white mane, he knew.

Avery exited the decrepit castle as well, dashing to where their mounts were tied together.

“No. She didn’t . . .” Jorrin whispered. His father made it to his side just as his knees buckled and he tumbled to the ground.

Her cousin’s face was devoid of color. Avery panted to stave off panic, but Jorrin ignored the emotions as they rolled over his magic.

“Ash is gone.” Avery bent at the waist, hands on his knees and sucking in air.

“No,” Jorrin repeated. His lungs deflated. Every breath stabbed.

“Why would she leave Trikser? Avery demanded. His hands clenched into tight fists, his knuckles white.

Hadrian was still speaking to the wolf, trying to calm Cera’s bondmate. No one else was better equipped to communicate with the animal, but it didn’t make Jorrin feel any better.

Why would Cera be so reckless?

“To your feet, son,” Braedon ordered, tugging on his elbow.

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