Mated To My Biggest Enemy

Point

alked along the border of our property. "It di

matically touched the blade at his waist. "All Black

something beautiful and untamed. My wolf had longed to an

the morning," I said quietly.

ellow flash of eyes for an instant meant that his wolf was cl

thing is a

telling that to my father, who died

to hear. The old pain in Dad's eyes pained my chest. Certain days

," I told him. "But it was fifty years ago

with his knuckles and sent me reeling backward. Blood ran dow

w. "You want to be different with th

tumbled out before I could stop them. "This vendetta has

ath was hot in my face, and his eyes were completely wolf yellow

here's ano

good Blackwood is a dead Blackwood. Keep that in your m

nding on the border by myself. I touched my split li

s my wolf stir uncomfortably inside me. It was from high in the moun

lackwood territory. The mountains rose up like giants' teeth against the blue expanse, beautiful a

my sister Maya. "Dad's wandering around the

ked the wron

im. He's not going to chang

's hatred consume him a little bit more each time I saw him, I

ly. I recognized this one as the same wolf from before. My wolf

t hi

tored in my heart. As it started to echo away, the mountains grew s

ning like the usual Silver Moon howls. This one was. cur

his around enemy wolves before. Usually they howled and made me a

the street from the direction of o

ing to chew me out about howling on Blackwood property.

, though. There had been something there that called

bers' houses all over. Red rock and timber, built to last for genera

s still curled, so I knew I was due for anoth

my," he stated. Not a

morning. Same a

I heard." Dad advanced a step. "You

nced. The way my wolf had insisted that we respond to that lo

ct," I said. "My wo

The Blackwoods aren't our friends, Asher. They're not lonely or m

now

like you were forgetting who the enemy was. Dad caught

s were on the walls. Swords and spears with blood centuries

hispered. "The only thing left of

ted by teeth and claws. I'd seen it a hundred times, but it st

nued. "This is what they'll do to you i

ad wanted me to feel. But all my brain could think about wa

" Dad declared unexpectedly. "All the pa

ed. "Are we r

Asher. Don't even look in their direction." Dad's f

romi

was pulling me towards that festival, something I couldn't resist or

ied shirt. Questioning whether hatred was all that our families could pass on. Que

one more pungent, as if whoever it was it belonged to was also taking up

son. Seven more days to unravel why my wolf was

ng those seven days woul