Discipline by W.J. May

Author:W.J. May
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy witches, vampires, paranormal shifter romance, shifter romance, shifters, shifter, coming of age, dark fantasy, fantasy new adult, superhero fantasy ebooks, witches, vampires and witches, superhero, paranormal fantasy, paranormal romance, New Adult & College Romance Paranormal, new adult, new adult and college, New Adult & College Romance, w.j. may, chronicles of kerrigan, Tudor, supernatural, England, romance, mystery, tattoos, superpowers, paranormal, boarding school, series, The Chron, magic, dark fantas, fairytale, fairy tale, sequel series, sequel
Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
Published: 2019-10-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

It was harder running away from the royal forces than Evie had thought.

Partially because they were sprinting uphill, over rugged terrain, having recently spent every drop of strength and adrenaline they had battling a swarm of painted lunatics. Partially because they were actually headed in the same direction as said lunatics, and every so often they actually caught a glimpse of one of them through the trees. But mostly because of the wolves.

Belarian wolves were famed throughout the realm. They could track their prey for miles, pick the slightest scent off the breeze. And it’s not like she and her friends weren’t leaving a trail.

She glanced to the left where Ellanden was running beside her, completely unaware that the burns across his chest were flinging little drops of blood. She glanced to the right where Asher was deliberately not looking, sprinting with tunnel-vision focus as they crashed through the leaves.

We’re making it too easy. Her heart quickened and she resisted the urge to glance behind her, lest the wolves were already there. As soon as they realize we’re missing, the game will be up.

However impossible, they quickened the pace—avoiding the grass as much as possible and sticking to the rocks. It was a mixed bag. Harder to track a scent over boulders, but easier to see the blood. And at this point, Ellanden was hardly the only one bleeding.

“Shit,” Evie cursed quietly, pressing her palm against a laceration at the base of her collarbone. Considering it was their first actual fight, the friends had done extraordinarily well. But the men they were fighting had skills, too, and each kill hadn’t come without consequence.

Asher immediately stopped in his tracks, pulling the others to a halt with him. “Are you hurt?”

Obvious question, he was staring at the blood. And there wasn’t a moment to lose.

“Who cares?” Ellanden glanced quickly at the princess, gauging the seriousness of the wound before lifting his eyes back to the mountain. “There’s no time—we have to go.”

“This isn’t going to work,” Asher said quietly. His eyes were anxious but his voice never lost that eternal calm. “If we vanish during the retreat, our guards will assume we were kidnapped. And if we keep running in the same direction, it will only shorten the time until we’re found.”

Ellanden and Evie shared a quick look, turning back with increasing impatience.

“Okay, so what should we do?” the princess asked quickly.

The vampire thought a moment, then lowered his eyes from the path they’d been travelling on to one that dipped beyond the other side of the peak. It was dangerous. It would take a lot of energy. But it followed the river—which was possibly the only way to mask their trail.

“You guys up for a little swim?”

Ellanden followed his gaze, shaking his head.

“The current’s moving too fast and it will take us out right over the falls. There’s a reason the others are avoiding the river—we should avoid it, too.”

“The others are avoiding it because they have the option,” Asher said simply.

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