Callie's Guardian: White Tigers of Brigantia (Book 1)

by Lisa Daniels

  Ah. If those wyrms caught her... he closed his eyes. Well, they wouldn't rape her. Not when she stank like a sewer. But she'd be dead. Such a beautiful little thing, hidden under all that mess. Such a shame she had to be born as a human.

  At least now she'd be safe.

  Hush now, little one. You're not being chased by the monsters anymore. That part of your life is over. No more beatings, no more cruelty. I'll make sure of it.

  He continued to lightly stroke her on the cheek. She stiffened at first, confused with the contact, but soon relaxed. Her heart rate slowed down. The fire in her cheeks cooled, and she stopped her restless movements.

  There. Now she looked serene. His eyes softened at the innocence there. All that innocence would vanish when she woke up, with a face hardened to the world, a heart frosted over for protection. A twinge of desire stirred in his groin when he continued touching her delicate muscles, trailing a finger along the corner of her mouth.

  Didn't really help she appeared so gorgeous. But he'd handle it. She'd need to leave him soon.

  Sooner rather than later. Otherwise he didn't think he could control his impulses. Already, his accursed mind started wandering from the relaxed state of her face, to how she might sound when he touched her in her intimate places, caused that heart to pound faster, and her eyes to stare in hazed lust.

  Control yourself, Kalgrin. He stepped away at last, heading out into the night.

  The other drakes waited for him in the small tavern that Seon served in. A good barmaid, friendly to humans and drakes, and someone he planned to bring into his contacts at a point, anyway.

  Normally, the tavern would be shut at this time, but he'd pulled in a favor with the owner, needing a comfortable place for everyone to meet.

  Inside the small, snug tavern, the others awaited.

  “Ho, Kalgrin,” Leoch said, raising a tankard towards him. “So when are we going for this plantation again?” Kalgrin smiled at him. Straight to the point. Others might banter, keep the talk friendly before heading straight to the heart of the matter. Not Leoch. Leoch's boots were already slung over the table. The three other drakes, Jakon, Varis, and Targosa, drank from deep mugs. Seon served behind the bar, though she looked tired.

  “Thanks, Seon,” Kalgrin said, giving her what he hoped looked like a grateful smile.

  She rolled her eyes. “I'm sacrificing my sleep for you. This better be worth it.”

  “Doing it all to impress a girl,” he said. Maybe a quarter true. Mostly, he needed to rearrange his plans, thanks to a certain woman popping into his life and coming under his care.

  “That 'girl' of yours looked like some horror from the deep,” Leoch said, wrinkling his puffy red nose. As a drake, he appeared impressive and golden. As a human... he looked rotund, like someone a little too fond of their drinks. “I can't believe you even carried that.”

  They'd all seen, of course. Smelled even worse. “I'm sorry I had to call it off. I know we were all due to fly in at midnight, but things were far too chaotic there. The girl was trying to run away, the guards were everywhere. Even if I left her alone, I don't think it would have been easy getting in.”

  “What a soft heart you have,” Seon said, now grinning impishly. “I got your favorite drink here. Bringing it over now.” She stepped from behind the bar after tying her dark hair into a severe knot, and gave Kalgrin his dark beer.

  “When will we attempt the rescue again?” Leoch folded his arms, before letting out a burp. Nice.

  “I'm thinking next week. Give it a span to calm down, then we'll go for it again.”

  Leoch nodded, his gray eyes determined. “Nasty place, that. Wyrms are horrible things, anyway, but what happens there? We can't get 'em out soon enough.”

  “And you can't get your pockets lined soon enough,” Kalgrin added. Leoch shrugged, grinning.

  “Drake's gotta make a living somehow. Best to make it doing your fool, soft human rescues. Though you and Artiz got a good thing going.”

  “Yeah. Artiz is at the school, you know. He...” Kalgrin stopped there. Best to not mention too much about the school. “He always looks forward to taking on more students.”

  They hashed out the plans, which were essentially the same, although they'd need to spread out to their other contacts to let them know things had been pushed back.

  No help for it. Kalgrin intended to save. He intended to gradually weaken all the minor wyrm landowners, take away their humans, slowly but surely weakening the grip of the wyrms. Sometimes it felt like trying to move a mountain.

  More often, it seemed fruitless – except when he got the smiles of the humans saved. They weren't the reason he did it.

  But they were part of the reason he kept going.

  With their timetable drawn out again, with Kalgrin once again being the scout, the others retired to the beds in the tavern. Seon waved him goodbye with a jaw-cracking yawn, closing the door behind him and locking it as he went back out onto the street.

  Watching Anya attempt to adjust to her new life was both heartwarming and sad. She struggled to walk down a street, and flinched whenever someone so much as looked at her.

  “It's okay. Wyrm patrols here don't tend to come until the evenings, because there's too many drakes away, and we don't like it,” he reassured her, using it as an excuse to pat her on the back, just so he felt the imprint of his palm upon her slender body. Anya accepted it, though she frowned at his revelation. “I thought you said this place was drake- and human-run.”

  “It is. It's technically within the wyrm city of Kalhast, meaning it's in their province, and their jurisdiction. Officially. Unofficially, they're not welcome here. Tarn is about the closest we can get to a wyrm city, without it actually being overrun by wyrms. Easier to get information and see what they're up to this way.”

  “Hmm.” Anya appeared doubtful, but accepted him at his word. The way she puckered her nose now – he wanted to poke that nose, just to witness her reaction. He knew, really, he should be dropping her off at one of the support groups soon, but he wanted her to himself for a little longer.

  Just a little longer. To find out more about her. Maybe he did this simply because of the surprise upon finding out what she looked like. An ugly weed hiding the vibrant flower within.

  He introduced her to Seon, and hinted to the barmaid that it would be really nice if she considered asking the owner if he wouldn't mind taking an extra worker. Anya could do with something stable, some wages, and a reason to get her life in order.

  Though he also knew that girl would be chewing her lip non-stop until she found out what happened to her family.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Seon said. “I'll see what I can do for your girl.”

  My girl. Everyone's already assuming that's the case.

  It twisted his heart to know Anya had those nightmares every night. Although she seemed to be coping well, adjusting to the fact that she wasn't a slave, that she could wear finer clothes, walk with a spring in her step, and no longer have to keep her eyes glued upon the floor, her real state of mind betrayed her at night.

  The week couldn't end soon enough.

  The night before he was due to leave, Anya had sat close to him. Closer than she normally dared, since she liked to keep a wide bubble of personal space. Possibly because she'd never had it before.

  “You're going tomorrow, right? Back to that place. Back to seeing if you can... rescue them.”

  “Yes.”

  She absently fumbled with her hair, appearing so nervous and lost, that for a moment, Kalgrin wanted to scoop her up and say that everything would be okay. However, he knew he also didn't have the ability to promise that. It would hurt if he went to the plantation, only to find all six members of her family dead. No false hopes. Just a reassurance he'd do everything in his power to make sure he found them, and bring them to Tarn.

  “I'm really scared,” she whispered. “All I wanted to do was speak up. It wasn't right. It wasn't right to see everyone so crushed like th
at.”

  “I know. It must be hard to not be broken, when everyone else around you is.”

  Anya swallowed, her eyes dark, sad. “I think I would have become like them. In a year. Maybe two. No one listened. And the one who did sold me out. It's like we don't want to be free. We just want to be slaves to them and...” She rubbed her eyes, exhausted. “Just maybe we're supposed to be like this.”

  “No!” Kalgrin's voice came out harsher than he intended. “No. It was never meant to be like this. And don't you ever allow yourself to think any different, okay? That's what the wyrms want you to believe. But you need to believe different.” The fury boiled inside. These wretched humans, they needed to realize their lives were more than just to be some lunatic's slave. He praised Anya for her strength of will, but understood how close to that edge she must have been. Probably staring into its depths. But the last spurt of free will had led her careening into his path.

  And now she was his responsibility.

  “Take care, little human,” Kalgrin said, now leaning forward to give her a kiss on the forehead. His heart hammered when he did this. His first kiss, in the guise of something tender and warm. Really, he wanted to kiss her lips, to kiss the protests and misery out of her.

  He restrained himself, though. She wouldn't be ready for that.

  Maybe she'd never be ready.

  Leaving Anya safe, promising to be back by the morning, he took to the sky. He liked that she watched anxiously, and wished him good luck. He liked that she brushed a casual hand over his shoulder, getting that last bit of body contact in before he departed. Maybe she was starting to like him?

  Silly, silly. She's just grateful you helped her. Anyone would like you. Doesn't mean a thing. Still, he thought about the fact that she'd accepted his kiss. Had there been a look of wonder in her eyes?

  Maybe. No point reflecting on it now. Now he clawed through the sky, his great red wings beating on either side like pennants in a breeze. He snorted in anticipation of the conflict. Of putting an end to these wyrms, once and for all.

  Reaching that accursed plantation a few hours later, he observed from the outskirts, heart full of anger and pity. Such wretched humans. Scraping by on a meager existence, with an idiot of a wyrm who didn’t understand that fear did fuck-all if you wanted reliable, happy workers. Beat the humans down, crush their souls into dust, all you had was a miserable population with a growing sense of anger. That anger would one day boil over, and their masters’ heads would end up on spikes. Powerful dragon or not. Just like what happened in the past. When the dragons first came to power.

  No. That was not the way to do things. The wyrms had it all wrong. Humans needed love. Respect. A purpose that made them happy. Reasons to keep going, other than terror and sullen defeat in their souls. But no matter how many times he and his drakes lobbied for better rights for humans in the big cities, the wyrms consistently outvoted them. The wyrms honestly believed that if the humans were given a better education and treated nicely, then they would revolt and society would collapse!

  Fools. Society would collapse anyway like this, once the dissent got too high. And Kalgrin intended to help things hurry along.

  In his human form, he bared his teeth, crouching as he watched the human workers toil in the fields. He felt their misery, their aching bones, the oppressive despair that permeated their movements. He watched the wyrm overseer pace around, cracking a whip, sometimes hitting someone for no reason that Kalgrin saw. They all worked hard. The reason they might be lethargic was because they worked too hard.

  His thoughts flashed to Anya back home. An ugly duckling, transformed into a creature of astonishing beauty. A fire in her dark eyes, and that boil of loathing from injustice. Her spirit remained. She had not been broken, though she admitted she came close.

  Kalgrin crouched at the edge of the woods, ducking into shadow. He wanted to keep her to himself, though the selfish desire would likely restrict her. Usually his group gave humans away to drakes who employed workers, or sometimes placed them in sanctuaries dedicated to humans, who had conjured protections around their towns to stop the wyrms from entering. That, of course, required magic. The thing humans weren't supposed to have, and the one thing that terrified wyrms. Humans with magic.

  If only there were more drakes around to help Kalgrin. But the wyrms outnumbered.

  He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Okay. Kill the owner, check in on Anya’s family. She'd been unable to fully appreciate her newfound freedom with the fear for her family hovering over her like an executioner’s axe. Understandable. She also still didn’t know what to make of him, having been trained her whole life to believe dragons were superior to humans. He got that impression reinforced with almost every interaction with her. She still struggled to grasp the fact that drakes were different. Kinder in general.

  She always looked at him as if she expected a mask to fall off his face at any moment, revealing the monster inside.

  He still remembered the utter shock upon her face when she found out that his mother was pure human.

  Yes. Drakes didn't mind breeding with the humans. Certainly not to the point where they had to kill any human they slept with.

  The hours slipped by. The workers packed up and night soon fell over the wheat and cotton fields. His heart pulsed fast. Kalgrin made his move at last, hand gripping the diamond-bladed sword in his sheath – a weapon that killed all types of dragons, regardless of their forms. It slid through their scales like butter, or their human skins with embarrassing ease. Fortunately for both wyrms and drakes, humans rarely mustered the coin to get their hands on diamond weapons. Otherwise things might be less unbalanced than they were.

  Anyway. Kalgrin knew where the guards existed, and he knew the security had tightened on the serf village now as they watched out for the missing traitor, leaving less at the main house. Less than the night she ran away, of course. But perhaps more than usual.

  Half an hour later, he knew he wouldn't be flying back to call it off. The attack would take place. And Kalgrin planned to kill the lord.

  He prowled across the plantation from the eastern side, careful to stick to shadows, to move sinuously and efficiently. Reaching the house made him sneer quietly at the guards’ incompetence. Likely they never expected any danger from any other directions, other than from the tiny human village. They lived in the middle of nowhere. And no one cared enough to visit plantation lords.

  Two guards stood at the main entrance. Lowborn wyrms, doing menial duty they hated, and really not paying attention. One strolled out of sight for a moment to take a piss in the grass, and Kalgrin lunged at him then, swinging his diamond sword through the neck of the wyrm’s human form. He died without a sound, eyes frozen in surprise.

  Not the first time Kalgrin had killed. And not the last. The muted thump of the body should make the other wyrm investigate. When his companion came to check, that one died too, spending his last moment gaping at a decapitated body.

  Anger filled Kalgrin upon sneaking into the house, built upon the suffering of others.

  To think of how these beasts would treat his mother if they got their grubby hands upon her. They called humans lower, but if that was the case, then he wouldn't have grown up with a smart and kind mother, one who knew a lot about the world.

  One who never seemed inferior to him, not even for one moment.

  He needed to be fast now – the other drakes were coming at midnight to herd all the humans away to their new homes. Maybe to dispatch the last of the guards still patrolling. Many humans would be too confused and scared to move, too uncomprehending to realize they no longer needed to live the way they did. They needed rather firm encouragement, and sometimes just some rough handling, like he'd done with Anya.

  Encountering the owner and his wyrm wife ended in another two quick deaths. The wyrm, who had been eating and talking with his wife, managed to stand up and exclaim, “What the devil are you doing here?” just before Kalgrin made the fast, lashin
g strike towards the soft fool’s plump body. His wife screamed hysterically, before attempting to transform. Kalgrin caught her just as her neck began to elongate and scale. That didn’t feel good, but he couldn’t risk survivors.

  You needed the stomach to go through with these things. Not a tender heart.

  Have to remember. History will look kindly upon me. I hope.

  He hunted around the house for any extras, and found some house servants trembling in their beds. He informed them that their masters were dead, and never again did they need to live in fear of being beaten. As usual on these types of missions, blank incomprehension lingered on the servants’ faces. So battered, so trodden down as they were, they simply didn’t believe him. Maybe even thought this was some cruel test to figure out where their loyalties lay.

  Well, they’d find out soon enough.

  He scoured the rest of the mansion, making sure no other wyrms lived. He clutched the diamond blade hard, heart beating in a fast rhythm. Then he went back outside to keep both an eye above and across the gardens. One more wyrm made his way back to the mansion. One more fallen.

  May as well make his way through the village, see if any other beasts lived.

  Not so many, he thought, taking out the four sentries, two on either side of the village, with embarrassing ease.

  No more wyrms. No... wait.

  A huge, wingless form emerged out of the darkness, growling. Kalgrin hissed and transformed as well, rearing onto his hind legs. The wyrm towered above him, thicker, bigger.

  “Intruder! Traitor!” the wyrm spat. “Guards! Wyrms! Get over here!”

  Kalgrin lunged towards him, using his wings for extra force. He crashed into the bellowing dragon, snapping, clawing, using surprise and speed to try and overwhelm the wyrm's defenses.

  He received a few scratches along his scales, but managed to secure a tight grip on the wyrm's longer neck, a wyrm's fundamental weakness when it came to fighting drakes with their wide jaws. Kalgrin bit down, crushing things. And the wyrm collapsed.