Page 8 of The Forbidden Wolf King
“I’m probably going to be one of the first to go,” she prattled on. “But at least I’ll make my family proud, right? Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”
Cyrus snapped his fingers and I looked at him.
Don’t make friends.
I nodded, but I also didn’t want this girl to be the first to go.
“Do you want to die tomorrow?” I asked her flatly.
She froze at my words, maybe because it was the first thing I’d said after she introduced herself so nicely.
“Of course not. I want to make my pack proud. This is my home turf,” she replied seriously.
I dipped my chin and then leaned in closely. “Then stop being so nice to people. In fact, I want you to spit in the face of the next person that talks to you.”
She looked appalled at that and Cyrus reached out and pinched my thigh to stop me from helping her anymore.
“Nowgo away,” I snapped and a growl rose in her throat as she stood so fast that her chair fell back and crashed on the ground.
Now everyone was looking at us again.
Good.
I wanted them to remember the face that was going to be the last one they saw before they took their final breath.
I didn’t want to kill anyone, but this was our way. The chosen queen must be the strongest among us and that had to be proven in battle.
There was a motion at the front of the room and then everyone quieted and turned their attention that way.
I finished my bite and stood, trying to get a view of what or who they were looking at. The crowd parted and Axil Moon stepped into the room with his older brother Ansel and two advisors. The moment my gaze fell upon him, it was like I’d been kicked in the stomach. The air knocked out of me, my mouth popped open and it was like I was right back at the training camp all those years ago.
Axil Moon was no longer a boy, he was all man and I wasn’t prepared for it.
The sight pulled me suddenly into a memory of our time together at camp.
We’d been inseparable for a month and had gone swimming at the lake with our friends. I splashed the water playfully at fifteen-year-old Axil, causing him to grin, and do the same. I squealed when a ton of water doused my face and hair.
“Too far, Axil!” I growled and took off after him to retaliate. Our friends cheered me on as Axil swam quickly towards the floating tanning dock that bobbed in the center of the lake. We’d all been wrestling and sparring for a month. Axil knew I wouldn’t let him live this down without at least getting a good dunk in.
He laughed wildly as I struggled to keep up with him. He was a better swimmer than I was and he knew it. Our friends were now like little blips on the shoreline.
Axil reached the floating dock before me and I kicked harder, wincing when my leg cramped up sharply. I was a decent swimmer, but this lake was really deep and all of a sudden, I had to stop and tread water.
“Axil!” I screamed in panic: my playful anger at him was gone.
He took one look at me floundering and dove into the water, swimming for me harder than a fish.
My leg. Stupid cramp. I tried to keep my head above water, my wolf wanting to come out to protect us.
Suddenly Axil was there, hauling me into his arms. His eyes searched my face frantically. “What happened?” he asked as he pulled us towards the floating dock.
“My leg got a cramp,” I told him breathlessly as the panic left my system.
We reached the dock and he hauled me up, and I settled in his lap. He was holding the sides of my face, peering into my eyes with terror.
“I thought … Zara, I can’t ever lose you. I’m in love with you. Now. Forever. Always.”
The air was knocked out of my lungs.
