The Wolf Fey (A Frost Novella) by Kailin Gow

Author:Kailin Gow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fantasy, young adult, action adventure, forbidden love, shifter, fey, feyland, shifter alpha male, frost series
Publisher: Kailin Gow

Chapter 6

The New King

Father had avenged Grandfather. Still holding Grandfather’s body in my arms, with tears in my eyes, I saw Father shift back into a man. On the ground at his feet was the body of a large yellow wolf with its throat torn out. Deacon.

I have almost liked Deacon, have admired his devotion to his people and even once looked up to him as an elder. It was hard seeing him beaten. Dead. It was hard seeing anyone dead, although I’ve seen quite a handful.

But in Deacon’s death, Grandfather’s death was avenged.

Father bent down and cut off a piece of pelt from Deacon’s body. Then he handed it to me. “This is from the traitor who killed the Wolf King, your grandfather. Wear it proudly to let those know you have avenged your grandfather. Now the Wolf King can rest in peace.”

I took the still-warm pelt and placed it over my shoulder. Father took Grandfather from me and laid him down on the oak table. Father, who lived in Feyland and Gregory, said a prayer for Grandfather before he called the rest of the clan together.

Jacob and Paris came in dragging a bloody and bruised Balthazar. “What should we do with him?” they asked Father.

“We’ll wait and hear from the rest of the clan, shall we?” Father asked Balthazar. “You and your friend just killed the Wolf Fey’s beloved Wolf King. Think that is going to sit well with his people?”

“You might as well kill me now,” Balthazar said proudly, staring down at the ground before him.

“That was what I thought,” Father said. He clapped, and the doors open, letting in a large group of Feyland wolves. When the last of the Wolf clan staggered in, Father made an announcement:

“The Wolf King, my father, was murdered. I am now the Wolf King, and Logan is the Wolf Prince.” Startled looks and even weeping filled the cave as the reality that my beloved Grandfather, the former Wolf King was dead. Then there was a roar of approval, as they shouted, “Long live our new Wolf King and the Wolf Prince. Long live the Wolves of the Feyland Forests.” Along the shouts of approval, came shouts of anger. “Death to the murderers!”

Genuine approval shone in each wolf’s eyes as they realized they still have a leader capable of keeping them safe and well-fed. I stood by Father’s side, with Deacon’s pelt, his skin on my shoulders, standing straight and tall. “For now,” Father went on, “we are not part of this Winter and Summer war, you can thank our former Wolf King for that. As for the punishment, what do you suggest as punishment for plotting and then killing the former Wolf King? Should I have leniency or should the punishment be death?”

The sounds of struggling and fighting was heard in the back of the great hall as all eyes turned to the spot where Jacob, Paris, and Balthazar were standing. Instead of seeing all three young men, the spot was empty.

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