The Wolf Prince

CHAPTER 10



The kiss she’d shared with Ruben changed everything. Since Willow had never kissed anyone before, she didn’t know if it was always like this. So intense. So powerful.

And when she’d felt his body swell with desire, her womanly parts had come alive. She’d wanted him, in a gut-wrenching, visceral way.

Apparently he hadn’t felt the same.

The sense of loss that had come over her when he’d turned away had been shattering. Used to hiding her inner pain, she gathered her shredded dignity around her like a cloak, glad she was able to look calm and relatively normal when he’d finally turned back to her.

She’d let the peace of the woods surround her. As usual, the sounds and scents of the forest were calming, balm upon her troubled soul. The bold scree of the crow, the richness of damp earth and pine and maple, the way the dappled sunlight made shadows dance on the carpet of fallen leaves.

But her sense of tranquility was only fleeting as she forced herself to remember why they were here. Into this beauty, a killer had gone. Shaking her head, she tried to reconcile herself with the notion.

He’d been here only a short while ago, according to the wolves. His evil had left a taint and a blight upon the balance of the earth.

She wondered why she hadn’t sensed it. No matter, because she knew it was true. The animals did not lie. The concept was foreign to them. They’d told her of the man who only minutes before had butchered small creatures for sport, leaving their carcasses to rot in the humid day. His actions had been more than cruel, they’d been insulted. He’d dishonored their lives.

The predatory ones, hawk and wolf and fox, who would not touch meat already dead, had skirted the area nervously. Finally, the carrion birds had come, big and black and awkward, their tattered feathers scattering as they fought over their spoils.

The perfect balance of life had been ruined. Evil had come to her woods. Jaw set, Willow sensed the evil putting tendrils of darkness through her forest. As they came upon the spot, the birds warned her. They didn’t actually have to—the scent of death still hung acrid in the air.

“Shadows of Darkness,” Willow muttered faintly. The edges of her vision faded to gray, as though she might pass out. Resolutely, she sucked in great gulps of air, steadying herself. She stopped and closed her eyes, unable to bear the bloody sight.

“What kind of man does such a thing?” Ruben asked, his tone hoarse as he surveyed the bloodbath—a churned up mess of bones and fur and blood. “Hunger or the need for a warm pelt, that makes sense. But to kill for no reason, other than taking cruel pleasure in the act of killing?”

Absurdly, she found herself thinking of her chores. Distraction, grounding her to normalcy. There were a hundred small duties she needed to be doing, back at the palace. Briefly, they crossed her mind, like a small, annoying dog nipping at her heels. She pushed them away, grounded once again and able to concentrate on the larger problem.

Her forest had been desecrated.

“Do you think this is the same man?” she asked. “The one who followed me and killed your maid?”

“Who else could it be?” Slowly turning, Ruben glared out into the shadowy woods as though by doing so he could will the offender to step forward and confess.

“We’ll find him,” she said, turning away lest her churning stomach heave. “We have to.” She tried to sound certain.

At her words, his frown deepened. “I confess, I was doubtful. But someone who feels the need to kill for the act of taking a life, will feel this compulsion again. We just need to be near when he does. I would recognize him, I think.”

He would kill again. Somehow, such a rational thought hadn’t occurred to her. “Are my people in danger?” she asked, worried.

“They could be.” His mouth tightened. “Now that he’s killed a human, I don’t think butchering animals will satisfy him any longer.”

She’d wanted to leave the palace before. Venture out in a search for the villain. Now, she wasn’t so sure. “If he’s nearby, then we have no reason to travel to seek him out.”

“Unless he leaves.”

They exchanged glances, the unhappiness in his expression undoubtedly mirrored in hers.

“How will we know?” she asked finally. “I’m sure he won’t be kind enough to give us notice.”

“No.” Grim-faced, he once again surveyed the damage. “The best way to track him is to follow the kills.”

“And hope no other people get hurt,” she said.

As she walked with Ruben back toward the castle, she covertly studied him. She’d always considered herself a good judge of character, able to read most people’s inner psyche with one quick glance. Of course, she acknowledged with a rueful smile, most of the people she met were Brights and pretty darn transparent.

But Ruben was...different.

When she looked at him, his aura seemed cloudy, as though enveloped in a cloak of fog. Sometimes she saw his wolf more sharply than he, though the wolf hadn’t yet manifested in corporeal form.

She put this down to the fact that he was a Shape-shifter. The only one she knew.

“What is it?” Ruben asked, startling her. Apparently, lost in thought, she’d been staring for far too long.

Deciding to be honest, she told him what she’d seen. The notion that his inner wolf had manifested in his aura clearly stunned him.

“You mentioned that before and I’m still trying to process that. Can everyone here see it?” he demanded. “Or is that one of your special skills?”

She didn’t want to remind him again that she had no special skills. “I’m not sure. I’m thinking it might be due to my peculiar affinity with animals.”

The tension in the set of his jaw relaxed somewhat. “Good. I’d rather not field a bunch of pointless questions.”

That she could understand. “I think we need to come up with a way to make the killer reveal himself.”

“But how? We know nothing about him other than his physical appearance. All we have is the fact that I’ve seen his face.”

Which meant they had to hope Ruben saw his face again. Otherwise, they could prove nothing.

* * *

Sickened and disgusted by the wasteful carnage he’d witnessed, Ruben needed to change the subject. Something else, anything else, to distract him from thoughts of the horrible scene.

He grabbed her hand. “Tell me about your land,” he asked Willow. “You mentioned SouthWard, which is here, and EastWard. What about the other directions, North and West?”

“We, those of us who are SouthWard and EastWard, are the Brights. Your human legend calls us the Seelies. We are supposedly all good and wonderful and shoot rainbows out our—” She stopped, apparently horrified at what she’d almost revealed.

“Anyway,” she continued in a much quieter voice. “Those of the NorthWard and WestWard are known as the Shadows, or the Unseelies. They are dark, both in nature and appearance. They are considered evil and dangerous. You’d do best to avoid them whenever possible.”

He regarded her curiously. “And which are you, Willow? Because you don’t resemble—”

“I know,” she interrupted him, her expression resolute. “As I mentioned earlier, rumor and gossip have it that my mother, Queen Millicent, once had an affair with a NorthWard man. I am the result,” she gestured with her free hand. “Which explains so many things, my appearance of course, and the loss of magical abilities. Light cancels out dark.”

He studied her, suddenly understanding. “This also means—”

Again she cut him off, as though she’d heard the words too many times. “Yes, if it’s true, then I truly am a bastard, not fit to be a royal heir. Believe me, that’s another point my sister, Tatiana, never fails to make.”

He gave a low whistle. “No wonder you sneak into Teslinko. This place is toxic.”

“Yes.” A trace of bitterness tainted her faint smile. “At least there no one looks at me as though I carry some horrible contagious disease.”

He might have laughed at the apt description, but this was anything but funny.

“Why have you never traveled to NorthWard?” he asked, genuinely curious. “Confronted the man rumored to be your father and demanded to know if it was true?”

Immediately she tugged her hand free. The horrified look she gave him made him wonder why what he’d said was so awful.

“Do you think I have a death wish?” she asked, her gaze searching his face. “Our peoples are enemies. They would kill me the instant I set foot over the border between our lands. Not to mention what my own people would do to me if I were to somehow make it back unscathed.”

“Kill you? Why?”

“Because I am a tangible reminder of what they don’t want to believe.” Earnestly, she took his arm, sending another violent shock through him. “I know you’re an outsider and you don’t know our ways. But believe me, my mere existence is a reminder, every single day, of my mother’s foolish indiscretion. I’m amazed the king didn’t smother me in my sleep.”

Now it was his turn to be horrified. “Are you serious? I thought you said your people were the good ones in all this.”

“Which is probably the only reason I’m still alive.” Her tone changed, the abrupt flippantness telling him she had finished discussing the topic.

For now, he told himself. He was beginning to see why his father had wanted him to come here and learn these people’s ways. Perhaps as an example of what not to do.

* * *

To be fair, his suggestion hadn’t been anything she hadn’t thought of doing herself, Willow realized as she and Ruben trudged back toward the castle. If King Puck wasn’t her actual birth father, she wanted to meet the man who was. Unfortunately, she’d never been able to learn his name. She didn’t dare ask her mother and, for all Tatiana’s mean-spirited teasing, her sister didn’t know, either. Without the name, Willow didn’t even have a prayer of finding him.

Which was just as well. Because even if she knew who he was, traveling there to meet him would risk setting off an international incident. Assuming the man would even see her, never mind acknowledge her as his daughter.

Worse, she might be viewed as a danger. After all, she carried royal blood, a mixture of the Bright and the Shadows. As such, she could be seen as a visible symbol, proof that unity was possible between two such diverse groups. Therefore, she would be considered a threat to those who wished the two factions remain enemies.

Again, this was fine with her. She had no desire to become friends with any Shadows. Ever since she’d been a small child, like all the other Bright children, she’d been threatened with them whenever she’d misbehaved. They were like the monsters that lurked in the mist.

Now, as an adult, she knew they were just people. A lot like the Brights, but different, too, in many fundamental ways. She had no doubt that they’d harm her if she were careless or foolish enough to wander into their territory.

The Shadows Court was rumored to be menacing, full of intrigue and deadly magic of the type that would drift into one’s room at night and steal the very breath from your lungs. The thought made her shiver.

Despite her appearance, which assured she’d fit in, she didn’t believe she possessed an evil bone in her body. She could no more pass as a Shadow than one of them could pass as a Bright.

She could never go there. Nor, she told herself as she had on many sleepless nights growing up, did she want to.

Ruben made a sound, bringing her back to the present. They’d made it to the top of a small rise in the land, enabling a grand view in many directions. Flowers and green, as far as the eye could see.

“I thought by now we’d be able to see the palace,” he said, sounding perplexed.

“We’re almost there,” she said, making her voice sunny and cheerful, as befitted a Bright. Then, feeling Ruben’s curious gaze on her, she tugged him toward the castle, already regretting telling him anything even remotely personal.

She knew virtually nothing about him. He claimed to be a Shape-shifter, able to change into a wolf at will. Her wild animals, from smallest chipmunk to ferocious wolf, hadn’t recognized him as anything but a man.

Except, she reflected silently, the wolves.

Maybe she should demand proof, ask him to become a wolf in front of her, so she could see if he’d spoken truth, once and for all.

They were almost within sight of the castle. If she was going to finally work up the nerve to ask him, she needed to do it quickly.

* * *

There were several things Ruben hadn’t expected when he’d handcuffed himself to Willow. First and foremost, he hadn’t expected her story to be true. The entire notion of a veil or passageway, between worlds, had seemed way too surreal.

Then, while he was still reeling from the shock of realizing she’d told the truth, he’d been surprised at how beautiful—if garish—her home actually was.

From then on, Willow had been a veritable wellspring of surprises. Her story, her family, the unabashed gaudiness of her home, each new revelation came completely and utterly from left field.

And, just when he thought he’d heard it all, she hit him with something new. Talking to wild animals? Seeing his wolf in his aura? He began to wonder if he’d wake up in a few hours, only to realize all of this had been a dream.

When they’d happened upon the blood scene of the slaughter, he’d known she’d been telling the truth. The animals had told her this man had killed. Now they’d witnessed proof.

It was a little difficult to swallow. Had it only been a day since he’d stood in the abandoned tower and wondered if his life could possibly get any worse?

“Are you all right?” Willow asked him, her voice curious. “You look as though you’re a million miles away.”

He had to grin at her apt description. “In a way, I was. All of this is so unreal. I keep wondering what’s going to happen next.”

“Okay, listen to me.” Stopping, she tugged on his arm, making him look at her. The earnestness in her expression made her appear far more vulnerable than he’d ever seen her.

“You need to watch your back,” she continued. “I don’t know how things are in Teslinko, but the court here is a dangerous place. Anyone, my parents, my sister—”

“Your sister?” He remembered the glorious, man-eating creature he’d met earlier and nodded. “Never mind.”

Eyes narrowed, Willow watched him. “Look, I know she’s beautiful, but Tatiana cares about herself more than anything else. She won’t hesitate to betray you if she’ll get something out of it.”

“You don’t trust her?” As the youngest of four, Ruben had three sisters. He was closest to Alisa, the one who’d recently married and moved to America. He’d trust any of them with his life and knew they felt the same about him.

“No,” Willow responded simply. “I don’t trust her at all.”

“What about her fiancé, that giant blond guy?”

“Eric?” She shrugged. “I don’t know enough about him to say, but he seems pretty self-absorbed. If those two marry, they’ll have to figure out a way to take turns admiring each other.” She made a face. “For now I plan to avoid them both as much as possible.”

“And your fiancé?” He found himself holding his breath for her answer. Once he realized this, of course he immediately released it.

“I’ve already told you, nothing’s been agreed upon,” she said crossly. “And yes, we should try to avoid him, as well.”

“Then we need to vamoose.”

Her blank expression told him she wasn’t familiar with the word. He opened his mouth to explain, but before he could she asked him something else.

“Will you shape-shift for me?” she asked, her voice casual, as though the question was completely normal. “I’d like to see what you look like when you become wolf.”

Stunned, he thought about how to reply, not sure what to say. He opened his mouth to answer her, and then something happened. Something completely and totally unexpected and out of his realm of experience.

Right in front of her, he could feel his body begin to change without him initiating it. Of course. Now he’d lost control of that, too? Worse, seeing an opening, his wolf chose that moment to mount a fast and furious attack, taking an already off-balance Ruben completely by surprise. Before he even had time to mount a defense, the wolf began the process of shape-shifting, forcing him to change. Wolf. Human. Wolf. Ruben struggled, gripping his rapidly shredding humanity and trying like hell to hold on. If he let the wolf win, even once, what little tenuous hold he had on his sanity would be gone.

He could not let the beast win.

As he battled for his sanity, his life, a horrible sound burst from his throat. Snarl, howl and part moan. He heard this dimly, as though from a great distance, even as he felt another cry bubble up inside him.

An uneven fight, this. In prime condition, the wolf had watched and waited, with the perfect patience of its kind. And when Ruben had let down his guard, his attention focused on Willow, the animal had struck.

Payback time.

“Ruben?” Willow’s voice, sweet and worried and curious. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He could no more answer her than he could let the wolf win. But when she reached out and placed her soft hand on his arm, his inner wolf roared.

Even now, the beast craved her.

Even now, so did the man.

The momentary distraction was enough. Ruthless, Ruben fought back the wolf, penning it into a mental cage and locking the door. Then, exhausted and breathing heavily, he opened his eyes to find Willow surveying him as though she feared he’d become possessed.

In a way, that’s exactly what he’d been.

“Are you all right?” she repeated.

Temporarily unable to speak, he nodded. Because he feared at any moment his legs would give out from under him, he let himself sink to the floor.

“I’m going to call for help,” Willow said.

“No,” he croaked. “Please. Just sit with me.”

Looking alarmed, she slowly and reluctantly did as he’d asked, dropping to the ground alongside him. “What just happened? Was that normal?”

As he tried to catch his breath, he also gathered his thoughts, attempting to figure out some sort of cohesive explanation.

“My wolf wanted out,” he finally told her.

She leaned close, searching his face. “You mean you were about to actually shape-shift into a wolf?”

“Sort of.” Closing his eyes so he couldn’t see her expression, he sighed. “I know you wanted to see what it was like, but that change wouldn’t have been a good one. Sometimes my inner wolf tries to gain control.”

“And you have to be the one who is in command of it?”

“Yes. Otherwise it’s...dangerous. I have to fight him for the right to remain human.” He wondered if she’d really understand what this meant.

“Is shape-shifting like that for every Shifter?”

Wordlessly, he shook his head.

“I see,” she said, making him wonder if she really did. “What happens if you lose?”

“Good question. I don’t know. So far that hasn’t happened.” He shuddered, thinking about the repercussions were such a thing to become reality. “And I don’t want it to.”

“I’m sorry.” She sounded sincere. “I shouldn’t have asked you to become a wolf like you’re a performer in a circus or something. I promise you, it won’t happen again.”

“That’s okay.” He didn’t bother to keep the exhaustion out of his voice. “My wolf and I battle constantly. It could have happened regardless.”

Again that pause, as though she was holding her breath. He made the mistake of opening his eyes, to find her much closer than was prudent.

“I have to wonder,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on his mouth. “What would happen if you let the wolf win, just once?”

Temptation, both the woman and the thought. He knew an instant’s fierce aching, a wild flash of need, before he shoved the notion away. Partly because he didn’t want her to know the truth, and partly because he’d fought enough battles for one day, he gave in to one temptation, at least. The lesser of two evils.

The instant he covered her lips with his, he knew he’d made the right choice.

Kissing her was like coming home. And more. Arousal and sanity were commingled in her mouth and as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed closer, he thought he might never want to leave.

And that, he knew, carried yet another chance of dangerous madness. Yet this was a risk he was willing to take.