Daughter of the Wolves by K.S. Villoso

Author:K.S. Villoso [Villoso, K. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K.S. Villoso

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The other mercenaries reached the sands the same time Anira did. No ceremony introduced them this time—they were all shoved through the doors by the guards, harassed into place by spears and poleaxes like goats forced into a pen. Anira spotted Luc, who was wrapped in red-soaked bandages. He looked like he could barely stand.

“You’re bleeding!” she exclaimed as soon as the doors closed behind them.

“Not much of a cavalry, I’m afraid,” Luc coughed.

“We’re supposed to be fighting each other,” she said.

“Are we, now?” he gasped. “I’ve lost track of everything.”

Horns blared around them. Anira wrapped her fingers around the sword and charged Ilus, who only then seemed to have realized he was suddenly at a disadvantage. He took a step back, dodging the sword strike that could have cut him down at the knees if Anira had been a touch faster.

He returned it with a fist. Anira wasn’t prepared and felt it sink into her belly. The blow knocked the breath right out of her lungs. He followed it with a kick, which landed on her hip. She twisted her body, catching herself mid-fall. He said something, two or three words she didn’t understand. But then Yenaten was suddenly behind them, a sword in her bound hands.

“Little girl with a sword, eh?” she called. “What have you got, little man?”

She cut him across the shoulder blades at the same time Anira sliced him below the knee. He roared as he crashed to the ground, leaving a trail of blood along the sand. Anira wasn’t sure if she was going to kill him in the same instance Yenaten seemed determined it was the only way for him to go, but neither of them had the time for more than deliberation. Soon, the other mercenaries were on them. Three to their two—the injured Luc and two others she didn’t recognize: a woman and another man.

No, Anira quickly corrected. Four. Ilus’s injuries barely seemed to faze him. He was already getting up, his injuries nothing more than bug bites he could swat at. Anira could see his flesh flapping with the wind, and yet…

Anira’s eyes fell on Luc. Blood was dripping down his belly. He hadn’t even drawn his sword yet.

“Did you hear what she said out here?” she called.

Luc held out a hand, stopping his companions from rushing forward. “Enough of it,” he croaked.

Anira straightened herself, ignoring the crowd above them. The lull in the battle had turned them furious—they were shouting for someone, anyone, to start the fight once more. She wanted to tell them all to shut up. “I would have your thoughts before I lift my sword.”

Luc’s face flickered.

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