Page 48 of Queen Takes Triune
She walked beside me, her fingers gripping my ruff. Showing his trust in me, Rik walked behind us, allowing me to be the closest Blood to our queen’s person in case of attack. Granted, we were on her property and inside her blood circle, but I appreciated his gesture. Rik wasn’t an alpha that feared losing his place or focused on gaining status. Our queen’s wellbeing and happiness were the only prize he sought.
In the center of the grove, I paused and sat back on my haunches. She tipped her head back and stared up at the gleaming moon. Opal moonbeams danced on her skin, illuminating the face of our goddess. I couldn’t help but howl with joy, lifting praises to the goddesses who’d formed such a miracle in flesh and blood.
Come, my brothers. Come see the goddess who walks on this earth and allows me to sit at her feet.
“Oh, Xin,” she whispered, stroking my fur. “That’s so beautiful.”
She dropped down to her knees in front of me and pressed her cheek to my chest. Arms around my neck, she listened to me howl like I was the fucking Vienna Symphony.
The wolves came, drawn not by my howl, but by the hypnotic pull of my queen’s pleasure.
They crept from the woods one by one to sit at the edge of the blood circle. Six wolves in all, each as large as me. Their mournful cries blended with mine, telling a sad tale of their journey.
“What is it?” She whispered, lifting her face from my fur. “What do they say?”
:Their king is looking for his sister. She’s been imprisoned somewhere, taken from their home.:
:Like an Aima king? I thought you said the wolves weren’t like us.:
:They aren’t, but the king isn’t here. Wild wolves don't have kings, so it’s likely that he’s an Aima king.:
She turned her head and stared off into the forest. I could feel her senses flowing through the trees like a gentle spring wind, seeking anything amiss. Anyone who didn’t belong.
I met the largest wolf’s gaze outside the circle and read the thousands of tiny details in her posture to decipher the truth.:He’s hiding from you, my queen.:
:Me in particular?:
:All queens.:
:Then he is likely an Aima king.:She didn’t call her power forth, and her will continued to flow gently over the landscape. In our bond, I watched as she found deer, dogs, even a distant bobcat. But no wolf king.
She pulled back her attention and focused on the wolves outside the circle. Most of them had lain down around us, but the largest female still sat opposite me, watching intently. Ears perked, her tension was clear to me. She was ready to flee at the first sign of trouble.
“Tell your king that he’s safe from me,” Shara said to the wolf. “I don’t feel him nearby, so he’s not meant to be my Blood.”
The female whined softly and looked at me. She curled her tail around her haunches and dipped her nose. Shock. They didn’t know if my queen’s words were truthful.
I kept my head up, shoulders wide and proud, eyes bright and unclouded by any indecision. I would trust my queen with my life. They could take her word for what it was. A promise that their king would be safe.
Shara smiled softly, tipping her head back once more to bathe in the moonlight. “I don’t take what’s not mine, and your king isn’t mine. I would know it.”
The female wolf looked back over her shoulder and whined again. Several moments went by, and I thought he wouldn’t show himself. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I wouldn’t have believed a queen like Shara existed either, at least until I found her, and she claimed my bond as her own.
One moment, there was nothing but trees and bushes outside the circle. Then suddenly, he was there. He didn’t step out of a hiding spot or straighten from a crouch but appeared to unfold from dark shadows that curled around him. He was a massive black wolf with amber eyes that glinted with a sharp, cutting edge that bordered on madness.
The look of a rabid dog who'd sooner bite than ever allow himself to be captured.
Shadows flowed around his legs, and though he stood tall, with ears perked, I had a feeling he’d disappear in a heartbeat if Shara attempted to control him.
“Good evening, wolf king.” Shara inclined her head politely and kept a hand on my shoulders. “I’m Shara Isador, last daughter of Isis, and this is my wolf Blood, Wu Tien Xin.”
“Eivind Ironheart.” The black wolf’s words were distorted by his beast’s growls but still understandable.
Sensing my awe filtering through our bond, she asked,:Who is he?:
:Ironheart’s descended from Fenrir, the great Nordic wolf who’ll start Ragnarök, the end of the world. Supposedly Fenrir is descended from Loki himself.:
:And Fenrir’s sister?:
