Chapters from original books by our members.
Since the rumors first reached the tunhee of the Glade, scouts had been posted at the outskirts of the surrounding woods. At all times thirty or more sets of yellow eyes were watching from the tops of the aspen trees, searching for anyone or anything that was suspicious or threatening. All, that is, except for one particular set. This wandering set of eyes was looking down at a couple of red squirrels at play.
The slender brown body the eyes belonged to was sitting on a long branch,
Seeing it from a distance, Herru wondered how the old Northern Outpost could incarcerate anyone. The stone structures inside the crumbling walls were decrepit enough to give an impression of fragility. The entire area looked neglected, with bushes and weeds of various kinds growing unchecked on the otherwise sparse, open landscape.
Looking over at his assigned bodyguard, Herru watched as the burly man drove to their destination. Considering his demeanor, Herru guessed the Deputy
He left because he had to. He had been there too long. His welcome was long worn-out. Everyone thought him strange. And the miller’s daughter had accused him when her belly had begun to swell.
But mostly he was leaving because the Wolves were coming.
He tried, in vain, to warn the entire village. He told them of the howls he heard the night that they came to the settlement he was raised in, of the torn pieces of the bodies of people he’d known all his life strewn