WildHunt by Wild Hunt

Author:Wild Hunt
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The ErlKing. Geysa stared up at the dark figure racing toward them. It had to be. No one else except a god had such power. Wind swirled around her, so cold she couldn’t move. The sound of hooves pounding and the wind whistling overrode all else. He was coming…for Runa.

She tried to move, to warn her sister, but her legs wouldn’t budge. She could only stand by and watch as the dark form changed to the shape of a man, clothed in dark armor, the head of a boar placed on his head like a helmet. The animal’s tusks curved upward, the ends tipped with silver. Razor sharp, Geysa knew from the tales. Not that he needed the added defense. Once a being was in the ErlKing’s sight, had his awareness, it was over. No one had ever returned from his hunt.

As he approached, so close Geysa could smell the sweat from his horse and see the vacant blackness of his eyes, an arm wrapped around her and tugged her away. She fell, her attacker falling with her. She tried to break away, to get back to Runa, but it was useless. The pair rolled like logs down the hill.

They came to a halt, knocking into a group of pines. She jumped to her feet, ignoring the ache in her muscles, the bruises she could already feel forming. “The ErlKing,” she muttered, her heart dropping. There was no way Runa could get out of this intact.

The man who had taken her from her sister’s side stepped next to her. “I couldn’t let him take you,” Venge murmured.

“But you could her?” Geysa bit her lip, watching as the ErlKing leaned sideways in his saddle, his arm sweeping out. Runa, realizing her peril too late, dropped the crossbow and took off across the clearing in a run, the sleeve from Geysa’s shirt still trailing forgotten from her fist. Her feet seemed to barely touch the surface of the dirt, but she wasn’t fast enough. The ErlKing reined his horse around and kneed him into a gallop.

Each pounding hoofbeat seemed to smash into Geysa; she closed her eyes. She couldn’t watch. Couldn’t see her mother’s fate repeated by her sister.

“Gods be damned,” Venge swore beside her.

“What?” Geysa’s eyelids flew open, her hand curling around Venge’s arm for support.

The ErlKing, with Runa draped across his lap, bent from the saddle again. This time, he scooped up the deserted horn before pointing his mount back to the sky.

Geysa watched, a hollowness filling her chest. She’d lost her. First her mother, now Runa…. What did she have left?

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