The mark of the wolf

Chapter 1

Cinaed walked across the cold stone floor and quickly gathered his clothes from across the room. He stopped and turned to look at the beautiful blond woman with wild curly hair that was asleep in his bed. The rose tattoo on her hip so beautiful in colour just peaking out of the blanket. He smiled and finished grabbing the rest of his belongings and sauntered out the door.

He really didn't feel like saying good bye and he really didn't feel like he owed her a explanation on where he was going . They had a agreement they would warm each others beds but not get involved with each others private lives outside of the bedroom. Sinthia had willingly agreed to the arrangement she really didn't seem like she cared what he did on his own free time and he never really asked about what whent on with her day. They never did do alot of talking he smiled at a few memories that started playing over in his head. Like the time they snuck off to the supply closet or the other time with the .... His thoughts where inturupted by a flash of dark hair and green eyes barreling into him. He reached out and steadied her.

Alana Rennet Stormborn looked up into deep brown eyes and the most handsome face she had ever seen. He had a strong jaw and high cheekbones. A nice mouth too and when he spoke he had a deep rumble to it. Are you alright? It took her a moment to process what he was saying than she felt her cheeks grow warm and she felt as if she could not speak she only nodded yes. Cinaed took a step back as if to let her pass. Alana quickly walked past him and hurried down the hall as if the hounds of hell where nipping at her heels.

Cinaed walked into the party that was already in full swing . He walked over to the refreshment table and grabbed a pint of beer. Than sidled over to the farthest corner he could find and leaned against it taking it all in. He hated big party's found it a waste of his time he would rather be off hunting or patrolling his land not stuck here in this place. That's when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder , turning his head he saw two bright green eyes staring back at him. Alan grinned and said so you decided to finally join us? Cinaed nodded and drank his beer . Alan's hair was golden blond his beard neatly trimmed. A devil may care smile that was always there on his face.

Cinaed was glad that Alan was here at the party. He rolled his shoulders and grinned at his blond friend. Let's go have a game of cards. Alan smiled even broader and said as I remember it, last time I kicked your ass at that game. Cinaed rolled his eyes and punched his friend in the shoulder you cheated . Alan fained a mock look of offence, than said I did no such thing. Cinaed growled yes you did you had three aces up your sleeve. Alan just smiled that stupid grin and said maybe I did maybe I didn't. Cinaed just snorted and followed Alan into the card room.

Alana watched from the balcony the place was so crowded she had found she needed to get some fresh air and decided to go outside onto the deck. She stood there under the cold moon and stared at the stars for a moment it was beautiful on a clear crisp night like this. She was on the balcony below the kitchens so she noticed the carriage pull up and they dragged out a very dirty but powerfully built man. His hair was very long past his shoulders and dark blond almost brown from so much dirt on him. His chains clinked and he stumbled a little as the guard proded him in the back. The slave turned and growled at him than turned back around. The guard almost seemed as if he was afraid of this slave. The slave than wiped his head up and his silver eyes stared into her blue green ones. A wicked smile came across his face his long canines shown in the torch light and his eyes had a wild defiant look in them. Than he dropped his gaze and walked inside.

Alana could not get that slaves look that he gave her out of her head the next morning. She hurried to pack her belongings and begin the long journey back to her family s estate. She had only been invited to the castle for the coronation of the new queen. As she road in her carriage Alana stared out the window .

The coronation was beautiful the stone ceilings reaching up and up. The beams carved in intercate designs to mostly please the old gods. She stared at the throne its obsidian black arms and clawed feet shining in the candle light. The plush red velvet seat darkening and faiding from constant use.

All the courtiers stood waiting dressed in their finist dresses and suits. The music began playing first a guitar than a flute than a violin all beautiful pieces of music floating rising above and wrapping around her . She loved music the sound of the melody was sweet nothing to intense just a georgious mix of notes . She closed her eyes and could have sworn she was back home listening to the songs of her people. Lileas snapped open her eyes and remembered where she was and why she was here the queen was going to become ruler of this country and she needed to pay her repsects.

Gomorrah stood infront of the mirror looking at her reflection and stared at the deep red gown on her body. It was georgious it hugged every curve the neckline was a deep v and the back was scooped very very low. She wore a necklace of pure gold it was very heavy the medallion took months to make to her specifications it's was a panthers head with two Sapphires for eyes. She smiled and looked at it felt its power pulsing beneath her palms warm it was so warm. She looked again in the mirror her eyes painted with khole her lips stained red . Her silver blond hair fell in waves down her back. Her icy blue eyes stared back at her. She smiled a wicked farel smile her canines long and pointed razor sharp. Than she turned around and strutted for the door to the throne room it was time, enough preening . Time to go claim the crown and watch the world burn.