Twilight Shifters Trilogy by Kate Danley

Author:Kate Danley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: werewolves, shapeshifters, shifters, coming of age, dystopian, castles, sword, complete young adult paranormal romance, complete series, boxed set, trilology, collections and anthologies
Publisher: Katherine Danley
Published: 2019-09-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

"Aein?" said a soft voice.

Aein's eyes flew open.

It had just been a nightmare. Her heart pounded like it might explode out of her chest. She had to hold on to the dream. Cook Bolstad traveled from beyond the grave to send her a message. It was fading. What did he tell her? He told her to find him. How could she find him? He was dead. He died in the stronghold, slaughtered in the kitchen, burned by Queen Gisla as they tried to ensure those who were dead would stay dead.

"Aein?" said the voice again.

Lars was kneeling beside her. The sun was up and light filled the sky. They were still in the camp, but Finn was not by the fire, shapes of sleeping figures were not tucked into their bedrolls. It was just her and Lars. The pain in her head thumped and every inch of her body felt like it had been horsewhipped.

"Where is everyone?" she asked, wetting her lips and wincing.

"Dead," he said. "Dead or gone. No one came back after you killed that thing." He motioned to the harpy’s body lying beside the fire. Aein noted he had torn off its head.

“Precautionary measure or anger management?” Aein asked.

“Both.”

"Good," murmured Aein.

Lars put his arm behind Aein's shoulders and shifted her into a sitting position. Her ribs ached. Nothing felt broken, but it hurt. Lars gazed into her eyes. "Your pupils seem to be the same size, so I am afraid you cannot blame anything on hitting your head."

"There goes my best excuse," said Aein.

He planted a relieved kiss on her forehead. "You scared me when you wouldn't wake up."

She allowed Lars to help her to her feet. She grunted, pausing a moment to rest her hands on her thighs as she caught a few deep breaths. The rush of blood made her woozy. "Remind me to stop being the hero, would you?"

"Stop being the hero."

"Done," she said as she stood up.

Lars was fiddling nervously with his silver harness as he watched her. The buckles were constructed in such a way that he could not remove it by himself.

"Want me to help you get that off?" she asked.

"You may remove any articles of my clothing you see fit," he replied.

She ruffled his hair and turned him around. "This will be quite enough for the moment," she said. Her fingers felt like she was moving them through mud and they would not work the way she wanted them to. "Kind of a shame. My harness ended up saving me."

"Really?" he asked, glancing at the harpy's corpse as if she might pipe up to confirm Aein’s claim.

With no comment from the dead body, Aein continued. "The harpy couldn't touch it and it was a silver blade which let me cut its throat."

The harness slid off of Lars's shoulders. He let it drop to the ground and stretched out his chest and arms. "Ye gods it feels good to get out of that thing. I think I'll take my chances with the harpy.

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