by Sadie Savage
“You did it, didn't you?" he snarled at her, a small flame trickling from his nose. “I saw the father's corpse, what did you do with the boy's mother? Did you eat her? Did you gobble her up? You do realize that humans are not food right? Nobody deserves to be eaten like that, or orphaned and left alone to die! And you were even going to kill the child. I don't know what's wrong with you!”
She tried to speak, but realized that he wouldn't be able to understand her Wolf dialect in his human form. Instead, she transformed back into human form and sat naked on the blanket that he had given to her the night before. He watched her as he paced around, fuming with rage and indignation.
“I did not kill anybody, but I could probably help you find the boy's mother. If she disappeared, she's got to be somewhere out in the woods.”
“I'm not taking you anywhere until the boy tells us what he saw. As far as I'm concerned, you are my enemy. You are an enemy to humanity. You are a danger to my clan. I want to execute you, but because I believe in fairness, I will wait to see what proof there is of your innocence or your guilt before I act. You don't understand just how lucky you are that I am able to keep my head right now, lass.”
Iona watched him pacing, his handsome face contorted with rage. She tried to put herself into his shoes, and imagined that she had seen an angry man lunging toward a small and helpless child. This helped her to relax, and she bowed her head, closing her eyes and a meditative attempt to find the right words to calm the man down and soothe his anger toward her.
“Maybe you could take me to the boy now or bring the boy to me," she said thoughtfully. "If he is truly able to understand what had happened to his family, and he thought that I was the one responsible, would he not cower in fear of me? If he recognizes me despite his inability to speak, but may react physically to my presence?”
“I would never do that to the poor child," Adair snarled. “For I know you would just treat him as a snack to get the last laugh on me. You could snatch him up before I have the chance to kill you out right. No, we are going to wait into the boy can speak. If he says his mother is out there somewhere and you did not kill her and eat her, maybe then you can help us to look for her. Otherwise, I am convinced that she is rotting in your belly as we speak."
“That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," Iona laughed scornfully. "I would never eat human flesh. Do you know how bad it smells?”
Adair did know how bad human flesh smelled, in fact, and he was often surprised by it when he was in his Dragon form. He paused and stared at her for a moment, unsure of himself. Maybe she really was telling the truth. He would not touch the flesh of any creature either, he was a devout herbalist because of his ability to sympathize with the rest of the animal kingdom. Now he thought about it, when he was in his Dragon form, she had not smelled the same as other humans. Did that mean that she was less than human, or that she did not eat the flesh of others just as he would not?
“You cannot fool me with your words, Wolf," he said, sitting heavily down on his cot. “I am weary of you, and although I would like to believe the best in every creature, I know what I have seen and it did not look favorably upon you.”
“I know what you saw, and I also know what you think you saw," she said, sitting back against the pole that she was tethered to. The collar around her neck dangled loosely over her bare breasts, and he suddenly realized that she was no longer tied up. However, she made no move to run. He had to fight another powerful urge to touch her body, and he gestured toward the dress on the floor beside her.
“Please cover yourself, it gets cold at night." He said in a low voice, looking down at the bed. "I will tie you back up afterwards.”
She said nothing, but did his words and slipped the dress on over her naked body.
“I am Iona by the way. Your name is Adair, right?" She asked him. When he looked with a paranoid glint in his eyes, she laughed and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. "The men who were here were talking about you. They think you're quite incredible. It makes you wonder what it might be like if I wasn't your prisoner."
“If you were smart, you wouldn't be in the north woods. You would have stayed down south where you belong with your clan."
“You are going to discover that I am innocent, and you are going to feel very guilty about the way that you have been treating me. However, I understand and I am likely to forgive you. I am concerned about the child’s safety as well, as I keep trying to tell you. Unfortunately, sometimes it is just very difficult when miscommunications arise. But don't worry, we’re going to be all right once this blows over. Maybe I'll just go back home and you'll never have to see me again."
For some reason, the mention of Iona heading back to the south caused Adair to feel very unhappy. He frowned deeply and she gazed at the deep crease in his eyebrows as he thought. Finally, his striking blue eyes looked up into her green ones.
“Well if you weren't here to kill the child, what in the world were you doing going outside of your limits? It is completely unsafe and dangerous. Don't tell me nobody has ever told you that. I have killed you on site, everybody knows the understanding between the territories here.”
“I knew there were boundaries in the territories, but I never knew why," she said to him. “My family doesn't really understand me, or care what I have to say about anything. I was just curious about what else was in the world. I wanted some kind of an adventure. And now I'm somebody's prisoner, I guess I got what I wished for.”
“So it would seem," he said with a small laugh. “Well lass, how are you liking your freedom?"
“If that was some kind of a joke, it wasn't funny," Iona said, smiling despite herself as Adair burst into ripples of deep laughter.
“Assuming that you are innocent as you claim, I would like to extend my humblest apologies for any inconvenience. Still, you are within my territory and I could do whatever I please with you."
“Is that so?” she said, an unexpectedly flirtatious smile spreading across her lips. She had never forwardly flirted with a man before, and it was clear that she had taken Adair by surprise. A deep smile crossed his cheeks, and she realized that he had already seen everything there was to see about her body. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to flirt with him. But she had surprised herself, and didn't expect the comment to escape her lips. She had never actually wanted to flirt with anybody before, but for some reason this man held a distinct appeal to her. His reaction to her forwardness brought a flash of heat to her loins, but she ignored it and held his gaze once more.
“We will see how your trial goes," he said to her, carefully avoiding her loaded question. He stood from the cot and approached her now that she was fully dressed, and tied her slender wrists behind her to the pole. She sighed and leaned back against it, the sound of her voice bringing another deep flush to his cheeks. She watched him curiously, surprised by the power her own body had over others. She didn't want to use that power unwisely, but it was intriguing to her to discover it there nonetheless. For some reason, Adair's attention was not as disgusting as the attention of other men that she had known throughout her life.
Soon, it was time for dinner, and Adair was served at his bedside and Iona's dishes were refilled. This then the rest of the night and silence, and she quickly fell asleep, snuggled into the blanket he had laid over her the night before, curious about what was going to happen next.
Chapter 5
Over the course of the next week, Adair and Iona spent a lot of time together. Adair couldn't help but feel drawn to the magnetic personality of the woman in his hand, and she found herself returning his gaze, conflicted and confused about the feelings that she was developing for him. She loved watching him taking care of his clan, and working hard to protect them all. She couldn't help but remember how enormous he was in his Dragon form, and all of that raw power seem to be bridled and bouncing energetically behind his broad and muscular chest when he was in his human form. She felt lucky to be able to shift into an animal of a reasonab
le size, such as a wolf. It didn't seem that Adair had that same freedom, but he certainly exercised it out in the wilderness whenever he had the chance to.
Finally, the young boy was feeling well enough to talk about what had happened to his family. It was the day Iona had been waiting for expectantly, concerned that his mother may have been ill or died by the time she was finally allowed to go and help her. She begged Adair to try and find the woman if they would not use her nose to help them, and he had listened and sent men out to search for her. The search had turned up nothing, and she was very frustrated with the fact that he did not trust her or her senses to help in time of crisis. Especially if it meant that the boy didn't necessarily have to be an orphan. Unfortunately, Adair was still suspicious of her, and now that the boy could speak, he was going to find out the truth.
Adair was summoned to the boy's bedside, and he stroked the young lad's hair, trying to soothe him.
“Do you remember me, lad?” He asked with a grin.
The boy nodded. “Where's the girl?" He asked.
“What girl?" Adair asked him.
“The girl who was with you. She can turn into a wolf. Is she okay?”
Adair swallowed the lump in his throat. If the boy was concerned about her safety, which meant that maybe he had acted a little bit too rashly.
“She's fine lad, don't worry. How are you feeling?"
“I feel a lot better. But I want to see the girl.”
“Why do you want to see the girl?" Adair asked him.
“I think she can help find my mom. My dad always talked about dogs being able to smell things out. My mom was missing for a day or two and my dad was trying to cook me dinner. A big fire started and he told me to get out of the house while he tried to fix it. I don't think he fixed it. It burned for a long time. When I called him he didn't answer me. Do you think he's okay?”
“He's not okay lad," Adair said, honest but sad. “Your dad didn't make it. But I bet you're right about that woman, she can probably help us find your mom. Do want to go talk to her with me?"
The boy nodded enthusiastically and Adair lifted him easily and carried him to his tent.
“Hi!" The boy said to her brightly. He didn't seem to realize that she was tied up.
“Well hello there," Iona said happily. It was a relief to see the boy was safe and able to speak again.
“Can you me find my mom?" he asked.
“I can certainly try," she said with a warm smile. When she looked away from the boy and up to Adair, her eyes were shimmering as if to tell him I told you so. He offered her a sheepish smile and then patted the boy on the back.
“Let's get you some grub, lad," he said with a grin. The boy nodded enthusiastically and ran out of the tent, leaving Adair and Iona alone. Adair inhaled, preparing to speak, but Iona stopped him.
“It's all right," she said soothingly. “You were just protecting the boy and your clan. I respect that."
He gave her a faltering smile and knelt down quickly to release her from her findings. Their faces nearly touched, and they were both surprised by the deep magnetism between them. Iona pulled away and inhaled sharply before Adair gave her a grin and a hearty laugh.
“How does this sound to eat with your hands for a change?" He asked her, his eyes glimmering. "It's about dinner time, you can eat with me and the rest of the clan tonight if you would like. I'm really sorry. Thank you for being so understanding. Do you mind setting out to find the boy's mother as soon as possible? I fear we've lost a lot of time."
“We can head out after we eat if that's okay,” she agreed, standing up and stretching. She hadn't been allowed to walk for a while, so she stumbled as she tried to move forward. Adair caught her in his strong arms.
“Easy lass," he said quietly, helping her back to her feet. “It may take some time to get the blood moving again.”
Iona nodded, her cheeks a bright red. Her heart thudded, both from the fear of falling and from the adrenaline that was released when she was cradled into Adair's strong body. She felt that she should say something, but when she looked into his eyes, she lost all ability to speak. She straightened up, and they walked out of the tent together, the air between them gentle and peaceful.
She felt suddenly insecure when she was led to the campfire where Adair's clan was sitting with the child. They were all talking to him, but at the site of her, the conversation ceased. They looked toward Adair for instructions, before saying anything. She wished that she was anywhere else, and although she had always wanted more attention from her family, this is not the kind of attention that she had in mind. She wished in fact, that she could disappear, away from all of their curious and skeptical glances.
“This young lady here is going to help us find the boy's mother," Adair said firmly. "We're all going to accept her into the clan as if she were one of our own. Anything that anybody has done to offend her, should be apologized for now. She was under suspicion, but those suspicions have been long cleared with the boy's ability to recall the events of the day we met.”
“Well what's her name then?” One of the men called out.
“Yes, what do we call the lass?" another said loudly.
“Her name is -”
“If it's all the same to you, I would rather speak for myself," Iona said firmly, touching Adair's shoulder gently.
“Of course lass," he said with a grin.
“My name is Iona, and I'm from a tribe of wolf shifters down south. I crossed over the territory looking for a new life, and maybe I found one and maybe not. Either way, we're going to help the child find his mother. Thank you all for your patience with me and for treating me kindly despite not knowing whether or not I was a murderer."
Adair looked at her fondly, and gave the men a nod.
“The lass need some food, before we go out to fetch the boy's mother.”
“All right then," one of the men said, standing up and bringing her a bowl of food. She took it gratefully and sat down on a tree stump, and began to eat heartily.
Soon, everybody was speaking amongst themselves again as if nothing had changed. She found herself feeling more at home and more included than she ever had at her family's dinner table, and breathed a sigh of relief for the fact that she was finally out of chains for good.
Chapter 6
Soon after dinner, Adair took her by the arm and let her out of the encampment. She shifted into her wolf form immediately, after slipping out of the dress that Adair had given to her. She left the dress by a tree outside of the encampment walls, and followed Adair to the hut where the boy’s father laid dead. She needed a good general idea of what the boy's mother might smell like. Although the boy smelled a lot like her, it wasn't enough for her to get the scent.
Adair had changed into his Dragon form, and was flying around in the sky, looking out over the area for the woman. Now that he trusted her, they kept each other in much better company. Suddenly, Iona found a shawl a little ways away from the hut. She gave a howl and soon Adair was landing powerfully beside her. He glanced at the shawl and saw the direction that she must have been heading in after she left the house. Iona sniffed it and took off immediately in the direction where Adair was looking.
She ran as fast as the carrier, until she reached a lake. The woman had probably gone to get some water, and maybe she had fallen into the lake. The rapids were strong, and could easily have carried away the boy’s mother. Adair and Iona exchanged worried looks, and quickly she crouched, signaling her to climb onto his back. She changed into human form and mounted him, and he took off flying over the landscape.
“Do you smell anything?" He asked her. “I'll take you in any direction. Just tell me if you find anything.”
Iona furled her brow and continued smelling the air, until finally she caught wind of the same scent of the boy's mother's shawl.
“Go more to the east!" Iona cried. "I smell her in this area.”
Adair flew down, swooping into the trees, and lo and behold, there was
the figure of a woman and tattered clothing, shivering in front of a small fire. Adair landed beside her, and her eyes widened until she recognized the familiar shape of Adair as he transformed back into human shape. He studied with Iona in front of the woman, and held his strong arms out to comfort her. She ran toward him sobbing.
“My boy, my husband. I miss my family! I need them so much," she cried.
“I've bad news about your husband, but your boy is fine there's some twist of fate, he was able to survive. There was a terrible house fire and your husband was not able to make it out. However, we were able to save your boy. I will take you to him now.”
Adair transformed back into his Dragon form, and Iona offered her hand gently to the woman, who climbed onto his back beside her. They held on tightly as Adair rushed her to the encampment, and he landed outside the gates. The woman rushed in calling for her son, and he ran to her, his face lit up and shining brightly. Adair and Iona watched the reunion from afar, before retreating into his tent to give the family some time alone.
It was late in the evening, and the sky was dark. Adair lit a torch in his tent and looked at Iona.
“Seems I don't quite know what to do with you now lass, you've outgrown your chains here.”
“I'm going to take that as a good thing," she said with a grin.
“Yes, I would certainly say so," Adair said, his handsome, broad face breaking out into a large smile.
“Should I head back to the South now?" Iona asked. "I already caused too much trouble here, I don't want to be anymore."
“You were never any trouble lass, I was just concerned about the boy and my clan. I have to be careful you know. Our type are rare now."
“I'm very sorry to hear that," Iona said softly, approaching him slowly. “The dragons are very beautiful, it would be a shame for them to die out.”
