Hood's Obsession (5 page)

Unless she was in heat, then and only then would her body alter, though only temporarily.

The call of the wild demanded she gave into the wolf’s instinct of making herself more alluring to her partner. Which meant putting on more feminine curves, rounder hips, plumper breasts—it was the sign of a good breeder. Though she had no intentions of becoming a breeder for anyone, she aimed to remain an independent woman responsible to no man.

She ripped into her hunk of bread.

“Plan to explain what that loaf of bread did to you to deserve such an ignominious end?” Giles asked then took a bite out of his wedge of cheese. His deliveries were dry, but there was no doubt he teased her.

Giving him the evil eye she ripped yet another chunk out of its yeasty hide and munched on it much like a masticating cow.

He snickered, but switched subjects. “We’ve kept up a good pace, but I’ve no desire to remain in shifter territory with an enflamed bitch during the night.”

“Call me a bitch one more time, demon, and I’ll rip your tongue out,” she snarled with a hint of gravel in her words.

He blinked. “I’d assumed that was the proper terminology for a female wolf. No offense meant.”

“I’m just sure, you demonic imp.” She crammed the rest of the loaf into her mouth, not caring one whit how unladylike it made her look. “But I’ll concede that while I’m in heat, it is probably best I sleep indoors or underground as much as possible. The monsters that would come for me right now would be a wee bit too much for you to handle.”

He notched his knee, resting his elbow on it. His grin was faint, but there. “I can handle myself just fine, and besides, wasn’t it I that rescued you?”

Snapping her teeth at him, she snatched up another chunk of bread. Mother had packed four large rolls, just enough for her to make it through lunch. “You do vex me.”

His eyes sparkled but he didn’t say another word.

They settled into a somewhat soothing silence after that, eating the entire contents of the basket, which for humans may have lasted two to three days. She liked a man with an appetite; most creatures couldn’t keep up with the demands of the wolf. At least in that she could not mock him.

“What is that?” He pointed to her chest.

Glancing down, she noted that the amulet was now on full display. Clutching the cold glass, she wetted her lips. “Fairy charm. Good for one wish and one wish only. I suppose Mother thought we’d get into a scrape bad enough that we might need a little wishy magic on our side.”

“Well.” He brushed crumbs off his shirt and leaned back. “That is wise; there are dangers untold hidden in the wilds of Kingdom.”

“I travel with a poet—great wolf, save me.”

Giles took a final swig of her mother’s ale with a slight chuckle and she squelched the ghost of a smile playing upon her own lips at his reaction. The man was gorgeous and had a sense of humor, which was a very heady combination for her wolf.

Wolves were a notoriously cranky lot, until one got to know them well. It was why they rarely made friends with any creature outside of their own species. But Giles seemed determined not to let her quips faze him. It was both novel and refreshing and even slightly confusing.

Frowning, she shoved the last bite of bread into her mouth and then chased her meal down with an apple, a banana, and a bowl of diced pineapple before leaning back with a contented sigh and a slightly distended belly. “I suppose we should be off. The sun is just beyond the tree line now, and we want to reach the safe zone before it sets.”

His lips twitched.

“What? What did I say that was so funny?” She scrunched her nose.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, planting his hands on the grass before shoving to his feet. “Only that I could swear I heard a thread of fear in your tone just then.”

“Shut up.” She fluffed her hair and hopped to her feet. That meal would only last her an hour or two before she’d be combing the words for nuts and berries. This need to eat was obnoxious to say the least. “I did not. I simply don’t wish for the little man-boy to wet his trousers when the sun goes down. That’s when the bad ones come out to play.”

“Good gods,” he said, rolling his eyes, “you know very little of me if you think I’d fear anything that walks in Kingdom. I’ve seen terrors beyond imagining in my realm.”

She’d only been teasing him, but Lilith couldn’t help but wonder about the enigma that was this man. She knew very little of him, other than that Mother had apparently been expecting his arrival for days. Not only that, but she’d urged Lilith to trust him. Something that went against her wolfish nature.

Trust was earned through years and over time, never something blithely given. It unnerved her, the prospect of being alone with this man, but moreso that neither one of her parents had offered up any sort of rebuttal to his pronouncement of taking her on a perilous quest. They’d all but pushed her out of the den, and while she was in heat, too. Something generally considered taboo.

By their blithe manners, she knew they were keeping something from her. She only wished she knew what. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her parents; she did, implicitly. But that didn’t mean she liked being in the dark about things, either.

Frowning at the sudden, serious turn of her thoughts, she marched ahead. She smelled wolves everywhere, but she and the knight were keeping to the safety of the trails. They’d not be molested so long as they didn’t attempt to infringe upon a rival’s territory. Not even a she-wolf in heat could be molested upon the warded trails; it went against wolf law.

So for now, at least, she felt safe enough.

For a time they ran, and she was yet again impressed by his stamina. Lilith knew very little of the demone; she’d only witnessed them the one time she’d gone to Rumpel’s castle to beg his help.

Apart from the fact that they could alter their physical forms to become living, breathing shadow, she really knew no more. The first time she’d witnessed the metamorphosis, it’d unnerved her. Something so human shouldn’t become mist, and yet she’d been fascinated by them too. In a lot of ways they were like her people, of dual natures, and that was intriguing.

Giles glanced at her. “Are you bored?” he asked without a trace of exhaustion in his words.

“No.” She shook her head. “But I am curious.”

Dressed in jeans as he was, he shouldn’t have the ease of movement. But it was nothing for him to hop over fallen logs and boulders. Never once did he attempt to offer her his hand to help.

She liked that—it meant he saw her as an equal and fully capable.

“About?” he drawled.

The tone of it caused her body to tingle. Wetting her lips, she took two deep breaths, reminding herself that she did not wish to mate with this male; it was simply the heat manifesting.

“You.” She dug her nails, which were as tough as claws, into a sheer rock face, climbing it easily. They could have walked around the stone, but it went in either direction for at least a mile, so they’d lose precious and valuable time doing it.

She glanced down at him when he did not follow. “What’s the matter, knight? Afraid of heights?”

She laughed when his eyes narrowed. But stopped completely when a moment later he shifted into his ebony shadow, keeping pace with her.

Huffing a lank of hair out of her eyes, she smirked. “Show off.”

It was his turn to laugh. The sound of it was still as deep, but when he spoke it was with a sibilance he’d not had while in his physical form. “Sssooo says the rock-climbing wolf.”

Blowing a raspberry, she wiggled right up the mountain face as though it were nothing. Though her biceps did tremble with fatigue by the time she’d finally crawled over its ledge. Bending over, she gazed down into the valley that made up the shifter’s homeland. It wasn’t that she’d never left it before, she had once, but she was no lone wolf and did not enjoy leaving the safety of her pack for long.

The verdant green valley that rolled with moss and sparkling blue waterfalls almost beckoned her back. Blowing out a puff of air, she stood and turned to Giles, who’d once again returned to corporeal form.

“Did I frighten you as my shadow?” he asked quietly.

She meant to laugh his question off, but then her nose caught his scent of smoked cherries and every nerve ending inside of her buzzed to life like sparks of lightning. Clenching her jaw, she forced herself to count to ten before answering.

“I’ve seen your kind before. Come, we still have a journey yet, and there’s a dragon to fight.”

“A dragon?” He frowned. “I read no mention of dragons in these lands.”

Laughing, she shook her head. “I can now see why Rumpel sent you to find me. Don’t worry, knight, I’ll keep
you
safe.”

The woman got under his skin.

But it wasn’t all bad, he supposed, though she seemed to delight in teasing him, she also never complained that the pace was too hard. He could move faster if he became his shadow, but he didn’t wish to press her too hard.

They were now descending. The cliff they’d scaled was actually part of a long chain of ragged mountains that veered toward a valley below full of sharp rock spires and dusty sand.

The sun was now at its zenith in the sky and blasting them full on.

Lilith slipped on a patch of loose slate. Grabbing her by the elbow to make sure she’d not slip again, he asked, “Are you okay?”

She jerked her arm loose and growled. “I’m fine.”

Tossing his hands up in a gesture of peace, he shrugged. “Okay, then.”

Rumpel had warned him that shifters, but especially the wolves, were a prideful bunch prone to quick bursts of fury that just as quickly could fizzle out. It wasn’t that Giles regretted journeying with a female, or even a shifter, more that she was a spitfire of emotions whereas a demone fought to maintain calm and control. To lose that peace could send his kind into a berserker rage that nothing but a mate could stop.

A wild demone was a monster unlike any other.

Sighing, he plastered on a determined face and kept his human form, though traveling in shadow would have been much easier. So long as she struggled, so would he.

The slate was so loose in places even he had a rough time of it, and eventually he knew if he didn’t shift he could very easily tumble down the still-steep edge.

Giles was just about to suggest they shift, when Lilith slipped, she’d very nearly dropped off the edge of a sharp overhang that dropped a good hundred feet to a bed of rock spires below.

“Bloody hell,” she growled and scrambled back, plopping down on her bottom and breathing several ragged breaths before turning to him. “This is bluidy steep.”

A trace of her father’s Gaelic accent could be heard in her exasperated voice just then, and it tugged a small grin to his face to hear it. It was rather cute.

“We must shift.” And so saying he became his shadow, breathing easier now that the threat of bodily harm was gone.

She sighed, almost as if she dreaded the thought of it.

“I could transssport you with me,” he held out an amorphous hand to her. Shifting her into his nebulous form would be unpleasant for her, and not safe to do to anyone longer than an hour without the very real possibility of doing permanent damage to their body, but to just get her down to the bottom of the mountain would be no problem.

For a moment he could have sworn she’d considered it. She’d nibbled on her bottom lip and had stared at his shadowy fingers with a trace of longing, but the look was fleeting.

Lilith shook her head. “No. And I know what you’re thinking. I’m being stubborn.”

He shrugged and wondered why she hadn’t already done it yet—surely four paws would give better traction than two feet—but he stayed his tongue.

“I know,” she sighed, “but shifting while I’m in heat isn’t fun. It makes my wolf frisky.”

He snorted but didn’t say anything else even when it was obvious she was manfully trying to bite back a chuckle of her own at her admission. The girl had no censure to her thoughts; he found he rather enjoyed the fact that she had no artifice.

But now was not the time for jokes—there was a dragon about, and he needed to remain focused.

“Where isss the dragon?” he asked, staring at the looming desert valley.

It was hot as Hades now; each step they’d taken had only seemed to strengthen the sun’s rays. Pushing a strand of sweaty hair out of her eyes she shook her head, peering into the gulch beneath. “Hard to say. The Valley of Shoal shifts its major landmarks frequently—it’s part of the magic of this place. She’ll be hidden within the sandbar, so long as we keep well outside of the waters, we should be fine.”

“There isss no water.”

Her smile was grim. “For now. Just make sure to stick to my side like glue, because the moment we step foot on the bottom the mirage will shift.”

Nodding, he floated back a pace and watched as she called her shift.

A brilliant amber light engulfed her, and flickering like glittering flames it licked at the burnished beauty of her flesh. Dropping to her knees, she whimpered as her bones shifted and reformed. Fur ripped outward, covering her in a silky screen of reddish fur. Her blue eyes were piercing as she licked her muzzle. She glanced behind them and then, with a flick of her tail, she trotted off.