Warrior's Call by Azalea Moone

Author:Azalea Moone [Moone, Azalea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Azalea Moone

Chapter Ten

Hunter’s Proposition

Within his skin irked an awful burning sensation. It spread through his body, down his arms, and into his fingers. And his toes. His entire body alight with the ache—this dreadful twinge he’d to used to and yet, never wanted—Sawyer rolled against the hard ground, hoping such a sensation would disappear.

What the hell happened earlier? He remembered investigating the den and finding the suir, or the scent of. It rolled across his nostrils like a plague, infecting him incredibly to the point of... And why did his head hurt so bad?

Sawyer reached up and massaged that point on his skull. A lump?

It was already nighttime. Crickets chirped in the distant fields. A dense moist fog scattered around the area beyond the fence. Next to him, Kohaku slept soundly though scooted away from him, stretching the covers taut between them.

Sawyer eased a breath and pushed up off the ground. His throat dry—he best a drink from their canteen. If he could find it.

Near the wooden fence, the horses neighed. Their tales swooshed in the air.

As he stood on shaky legs, a strange aura stopped him from stepping further. The atmosphere gloomy. He recognized it, though he wished he hadn’t.

“Who’s there?” he called out, gathering a reply in the form of rustles against the ground—if he weren’t careful, he’d awaken the rest of the troops.

Taking a few steps away toward the horses, he tried again. “Show yourself.”

“It’s strange,” the recognizable voice echoed through the slight breeze.

Sawyer turned swiftly, spotting the red streamers and painted white face he remembered from the night before standing on the opposite side of the fence. “You.”

“Shh.” Shusen tipped his head toward the sleeping company feet away. “You’ll awaken them.”

And where was the night watch? Sleeping on the job as usual. “So be it, if it helps to find your motive.” Sawyer stomped up to him, seeking his sword at his side, but his hand met nothing but his pant leg.

“Motive? What makes you believe I have some motive?”

“You’re here again, aren’t you? Last night, you had awoken my curse. Spoke of my father—”

“Kladus? Yes, he’d be happy with his work if he were still breathing.”

“How do you know all this?” Sawyer clenched his fist at his side, wishing he’d his sword.

Shusen stilled. With the mask on his face, Sawyer couldn’t tell his expression—smiling nor frowning—and damn it, if only he could, he would know right away his purpose. “You wish to learn true control over this affliction, is that right?”

Sawyer swallowed. Best he not give the truth away.

“I can see it in your eyes, Sawyer Guinne. The curse that eats you up every day and threatens to destroy everything you know and love. You want it gone, but it’s not possible. So why not learn to control it for good?” Shusen explained. “I can help you with your desires.”

“How?” Sawyer blinked away the burn—the spell spawning up through him, now.

Shusen held up a palm. “You must travel east of Jinchun to Frehs Hollow, the caverns along the Wyst river.

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