The Look: Alpha Male, Feisty Female Romance (32 page)

Behind her a vicious growl warned her to make no sudden moves. Zamir's control was gone now and all that was left was the violent monster before her, approaching her slowly and deliberately.

“Zamir, please stop. Find the Zamir I know. The man who used to be good. The man who used to be noble. Stop now and we can leave this place forever. I know how to save you. How to save us,” she said, putting her hands above her face, to shield herself from his deathly bites. The crystal, gripped in her hand, grew warm at first then hot, and she opened her eyes to see Zamir standing before her on his hind legs, somehow overpowered by the thing in her hand. She opened her palm to examine the pulsating crystal, then pulled out the spell Freja had given her, still in her pocket. She knew this would work, she was sure! The crystal was responding, taking hold of Zamir and keeping her safe, so she must be onto something, Elsa thought. The spell Freja gave her, as long as she had the crystal in her hand, she could use it to make the spell work. The crystal would make her pure, she thought, pure enough for the spell to work. This all seemed a little complicated, but Elsa was really out of ideas. Elsa looked down at the crumbled paper in her hand, her face scrunched in thought, trying to figure how to make her plan work. She sat on a line between good and evil, that much she knew. On the good side, she wanted to rescue Theo from Freja, regain her love for him, and start a new life, forgetting about this mishap in the Forest forever. On the evil side, which was growing stronger by the second, she wanted to make love to Zamir on the floor of that cottage right then and there. She couldn't help it, and the more she tried to deny her growing feelings for him, the stronger they got. She looked up from the crystal, the red haze now casting a soft and romantic glow throughout the entire room. Zamir stood before her, in human form, completely naked now. Elsa's body betrayed her and she grabbed him by the neck, planting a deep kiss on his lips. She dropped the red crystal, along with the rest of her clothes, on the night stand next to the bed and lay down on her back. The crystal grew luminous to the point of blinding both of them.

The release was exquisite, as she lay down on the bed, straddling her legs around Zamir's giant body, and he kissed her neck and upper chest area. The whole experience seemed like some dream, long-forgotten and never consciously chosen. He made his way down her body, running his hungry tongue all over her stomach area, reaching her lady bits.

The crystal glowed brighter.

There he massaged her with an ecstasy she never had never experienced before in her life, running his tongue through her soft, velvet folds like the famished wolf he was.

The crystal nearly exploded with fire, burning a black hole in the wooden night stand.

She lost her virginity to Zamir that night, when he crawled up on his knees and rubbed his member in soft, rhythmic motions over her lady parts. Every stroke became increasingly more intense, and this technique brought her to the edge of climax, and when it became nearly unbearable, she pushed him back, telling him to slow down. But his hunger was too ravenous and the wildness of both their natures overcame them finally, as he put her legs atop both his shoulders, bracing his torso up with his powerful pillar-like arms, and then began pumping away. Every thrust brought him closer to her, filling her not with utter joy or even pleasure, but pure and unadulterated truth. When he finally came, she was his, in a way no one else would or could ever be.

The crystal's light dimmed suddenly.

Elsa lay there afterwards in beautiful heartbreak for the finite length of their relationship, which was built not on trust, not on fidelity, but on uncontrolled abandon and beautiful tragedy. She was not happy or fulfilled in those moments, but simply alive, in the moment, happy to have gotten close to Zamir and subsequently his nature, wild, and sad at the same time, because it all made her acutely aware of her own mortality. It was a joyous, exciting feeling, laced with powerful grief. They didn't speak for hours after, but Elsa knew they were thinking the same thing: nothing lasts. She turned her head to the crystal which lay on the table near her, as its brightness died down, but still hummed along.

They made love several more times, urgent, fitful in their passion, before deciding it was time for her to return to the towns. As they put on their clothes, a fireball exploded outside near the edge of the moat.

“Dorien,” Elsa said, knowing the Freja undoubtedly knew what the six of them were after.

“Listen,” Zamir said, “You need to get back to land safely. If this plan of yours will work, keeping you alive until you're out of the forest will have been worth it.” He got up, his eyes glowing radiant green.

“Wait,” Elsa said, grabbing his arm as he made his way out the door. “What if you die? He's a dragon. Are you sure you can take him?”

Zamir didn't even feel the need to respond, as his face said everything. He was Zamir the Great, unbeatable, immortal--the Prince of Evil.

“If we make it out, what happens to you?” Elsa asked him.

“There's no hope for me,” he said, without making the effort to look at her.

“Zamir, why? Whatever happens, I just want you to know I will never stop trying to help you out of the forest. There is a way to be good again.”

“I'm too far gone, Elsa. You need your own life. There's nothing here for you,” he said, jumping out the window, instantly changing into his wolf form. Elsa never got a chance to say goodbye, but now was not the time to cry about it, and she stepped out the front door to the cottage, rushed over to the boat, and rowed her way over to the other side of the lake's edge. As she made her way across the tar, ignoring the stench's power over her, she could see a literal fire fight, a stream of yellow lava shooting across the woods, as Humburt, Augustus, Kirbleitz, and Niklas all in shifter form, attempted to fight off Dorien the monster dragon. And they were losing.

That is, until Zamir showed up.

It was truly something to witness, Elsa thought. The Black Wolf, even from this distance, raced over the rocks, bouncing off the trees, rebounding off the dragon's hide, tearing and slashing pieces of him bit by bit. The other shifters didn't hold a candle to him. Zamir the Great, Elsa thought, that he was, that he was. The other wolf attempted to do what they could to help Zamir, who clearly carried the brunt of the fight, using his paws to swing around the dragon's neck, biting at his jugular. The fight exhilarated Elsa, and saddened her, when she realized Dorien was Theo's brother. He was that same fearless boy from long ago, and she'd hate to see him destroyed.

Trying to talk to Zamir, through her thoughts, she told him not to kill him.

Let him be, Zamir. Just get him off our tails so we can escape. Don't destroy him.

Zamir never responded, but she could see he got the message. The dragon took flight, its powerful wings sending a rush of wet, hot air into Elsa's face, as it raced toward the moon, Zamir hanging by his powerful jaws on the top. The monster flew off into the night, his squeals reverberating through the chilly air.

PART FOUR - THE PROPHECY REVEALED

CHAPTER 45

Back on the ground, Elsa got out of the boat and ran over to the shifter boys, who were all recuperating for their lashing. Elsa felt profound pride when she looked around those men nursing their wounds, inflicted by a dragon they wanted to protect her from. Seeing the gratitude in her watery eyes, Niklas looked up and smiled through his pain. “It's mighty all right, ma'am. Just a flesh wound.” She looked over to Humburt and Augustus, now back in human form, their massive chests heaving with power and struggle.

Augustus looked to Elsa. “What now? Did you find anything?”

Elsa took the spell and crystal out of her pocket and presented it to the four shifters. “What's that?” Kirbleitz asked, stuffing one of his wounds with maggots to stave off infection.

“I heard the Prophecy myself. It said a pure maiden would set us free. If the Prophecy is about me, and I'm so pure, then this is the spell that should work. The spell a pure maiden can use to fight Freja off.”

“Yes, but how do you know you're not wrong again?” Augustus asked her.

“I don't, but the crystal responded, glowing bright, when I started to use it when Zamir tried to attack me,” she said.

“This sounds contrived,” Augustus said, crossing his arms, as he slipped his crossbow around his chest.

“I know it does, but we've got to do something. We're running out of time. There's no telling how much time has passed in the towns.”

“Or if Freja is even alive,” Niklas said.

“Oh she's alive,” Humburt said, backing Elsa up. “She's just hiding. I guarantee you she sent that serpent to bite Elsa.”

Elsa looked around the group. “You all remember my visions when the snake bit me? This is our chance. You guys are a big group of lugs who ended up being my saviors. Now it's time for me to return the favor. Freja put me here, she sent that serpent to kill me, and it would have, if you hadn't rescued me. She stole Theo from me. She's trapped Dorien and Theo in the forest from the moment they made the mistake of falling into this place. She sent Dorien here to kill all of you. And if she has her way, we'll spend the rest of eternity here, while she lives on as the popular, well-loved version of me. Her star will rise, while mine will fall. I can't let that happen. I can't leave you guys behind. I know this will work,” Elsa said, as if she were a general rallying her troops. “I won't stop until we get out, all of us, every last one of us, so we can live a normal life in peace. Let's not allow her to defeat us.”

“Do you think she's the one controlling our freedom here, so we can't leave the forest?” Humburt asked her, thinking apparently Elsa had more answers now than any of them, since the snake bit her. Humburt always trusted his guts.

But Elsa didn't know.

“I have no idea if this place is actually alive, from an older time, with a mind of its own, or if it's something Freja conjured up with her black magic. I just don't know, and none of us will know until we cross over that border.”

“I'm with you,” Augustus said, ready for a fight to the death.

“And me!” Niklas said, clenching his fist.

“Me, too!” Humburt said, raising his sword into the air, as it glinted the murky moonlight in all their eyes. Elsa smiled, knowing how good it felt to have all these guys behind her, protecting her. But there was one person missing, who didn't respond, and Elsa saw Kirbleitz standing on the edge of the tar lake, looking pale and sallow.

“Doctor Kirbleitz,” Niklas said, “What is wrong?” The doctor looked over his shoulder then stumbled on his back as the entire group rushed over to him, Niklas leading the way. “What happened?” Niklas said, his voice beginning to break with emotion, fearing the worst. Kirbleitz uncovered a deep and bloody wound from under his vest. “Oh, Doc.no.” Niklas said, his best friend, his mentor now mortally wounded. “We're going to make it ok, doc, I swear. We just gotta make it past the border. Why didn't you tell me?”

“It'll be okay,” the Doc said, taking deep breaths, obviously in pain. His breathing rate was quick and shallow. Not a good sign. Humburt and Niklas picked Doctor Kirbleitz up, helping him walk along as best he could, the Doctor's arms draped over both mens' shoulders. Elsa turned around, ready for the journey to the border. They were all actually going to make a run for it.

Augustus caught up with her, as they continued their walk out of the woods. “Do you know how to get out of here?”

“I have not the faintest idea,” she said, looking ahead. “But we'll find a way.”

“Do you think Dorien will catch us again? Elsa, we won't be able to fight him off, now that Kirbleitz got hurt.”

“Call him Doc. Show some respect Augustus. And Zamir will hold him off long enough to give us a chance,” she said.

“You put a lot of faith in someone we can't even figure out is good or bad,” Augustus said. “You sleep with him or something?”

“We can count on him, I know it,” Elsa said, ignoring the question, as it sent a stab of pain through her heart. She looked behind her, at Niklas and Humburt, and forward into the darkened forest, unknown creatures whistling and calling out to all of them. She was thinking that, wherever Zamir was, she knew he would never let her down.

CHAPTER 46

“Look!” Augustus said, pointing ahead into the pathway they had come from. Elsa and Augustus discussed the possibility that the forest wouldn't let them follow the same path they took to get to Elsa's Cottage. But nothing had changed since Zamir led them away from the forest. Elsa looked at the same wall which formed when Zamir saved her from the shifters when they wanted to burn her at the stake. Tracks still marked the dirt as evidence of the initial scuffle between Zamir and the rest of the wolves. Elsa took this as a good sign that the her plan just might work. She waited for the rest of the group to catch up to her and Augustus.

“The sight of that wall makes my stomach churn,” Augustus said. “I just hope we make it.”

“We will,” Elsa said, her iron will stronger than ever. She looked at the stone wall which had formed before her very eyes, watching it just in case the Forest changed its mind, and entrapped them again. Niklas and Humburt brought Kirbleitz to a rock to let him rest.