This War Is Ours
Spring. It had arrived, bringing warmer temperatures to the island, a much welcomed changed. However, visitors were still scare. She had hardly mingled with anyone since the pack had been taken by Isardis. Taurig had all but vanished, Maija was busy with children, and Falk had vanished as well. It was becoming a lonely place, one in which she did not wish to stay. Restlessness kept her moving constantly, always walking the beaches, exploring further inland.
Today she found herself walking the beach, contemplating venturing to the mainland. Perhaps there would be something to do there, someone to meet. Thoughts were interrupted by the scent of a stranger. And not just any stranger. Glaciem. Emerald pool zeroed in on the pale brute, lips curling back over ivory daggers. She would approach, her defenses sliding into place. Her father had been satisfied. What was this man doing here? Undoubtedly a minion to her father. "Glaciem is not welcome here." She had stopped a safe distance from him, eyes narrowing minutely. |