The next day…

Devon had been taught to speak both elvish and draconic during his time at the Magister’s Tower. Selene had forced him to become fluent in the tongue of her people, the Sanguinari. Now she was requiring him to learn yet another language, undercommon. Devon had no idea why he needed to know this new foreign speech. The closest he ever came to seeing a drow was a picture in a children’s story Magister Crowley would read to them that he was fairly certain meant to frighten a small child. Fortunately undercommon bore some similarity to its mother tongue so he hoped his ability to speak the language of surface elves might help him learn this one. He had been in the library for only a short time when he heard the door open. 

Jenna watched through Devon’s eyes as Selene walked in with a nervous looking young boy trailing behind her. “Mal’chik.” (Boy.) She announced. “You remember Brother Gregory’s apprentice do you not?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Yego Sangvinari uzhasen. Isprav’ eto. (His Sanguinari is terrible. Correct it.)

“Kak vy govorite gospozha.” (As you say mistress.)

“Good. I’ll leave you two be. On tvoya otvetstvennost’, poka ya ne vernus’, mal’chik.” (He’s your responsibility until I return boy.)

“YA ponimayu gospozha” (I understand mistress.)

Selene bowed slightly and left.

The two boys stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, neither saying a word.

“I thought you were dead.” Jarath finally said, breaking the awkward silence.

“I thought you were still at the church in Westport.” Devon replied.

‘What happened!?” They burst simultaneously.

They laughed for a few seconds then hugged. “Sit.” Devon offered. I’ll tell you my story if you tell me yours.”

Jarath took a chair and began.

“I…I don’t know where to start.”

“From the beginning.” Devon said sarcastically.

The two friends smiled for a moment in silence before Jarath found his words.

“My mother and my sister are gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean?”

“I mean gone. Nowhere to be found. Sister Edoira said a sizable ‘donation’ was delivered to the church with a note stating that the sum should be more than sufficient to complete my education.”

“Well that’s harsh…I mean why would she…” Devon paused then thought better of asking the question. “I guess it’s not the worst thing. Wizards board for training quite regularly. I’m sure she had a good reason for not…Maybe she needed to go somewhere for a short time and didn’t want to disrupt your studies?” He suggested. “Did anyone try to find her?”

“The priests said they conducted an investigation but came up empty.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Devon waited for Jarath to continue his tale. When he didn’t he asked, “So what happened next? What did you do?”

“I studied…a lot. And prayed…a lot. I had just advanced to material practices a few months ago. Now I’m Master Gregory’s apprentice. I don’t know why he chose me. I wasn’t the best at anything. Sometimes I think I’m being punished. But I didn’t do anything wrong! At least I don’t think I did. He is a very strict man who doesn’t like anyone who doesn’t follow his rules. He isn’t a complete arse though. I will say he is a good mentor.”

“How could you say that? You’re pulling him around like a mule!”

“I lost that argument really quickly. He says it will build my strength and endurance and teach me humility. I swear if he keeps hitting me with that staff…”

“Yeah I know. You’ll want to do something about it but…I have poke marks on top of jab marks that tell the same story…”

“So that’s my life now. I still study all the things I would at the church but Master Gregory’s lessons include quite a bit more. In some ways I guess it’s better…”

“Yeah and in other’s it’s much worse. No wonder your master and my mistress get on so well. They’re similar in so many ways.”

“Oh yeah?” Jarath asked with interest. “Tell it then. What’s it like living with the Nightmistress? Are the rumors true?”

Devon shook his head. “Don’t put any stock in those. It’s a bit complicated, but after the trial…” Devon relayed his own story as Jarath listened intently. 

“So are they really vampires?” he asked in a hushed voice. 

“No. Vampyr are very long lived mortals, fey to be exact, nocturnal by nature and yes they do drink blood but they are not undead. Vampyr despise the undead. We believe any creature who unnaturally extends their existence beyond death to be pariahs that must be destroyed.”

“Did you say we?” Jarath leaned back cautiously eyeing his friend. “Did they…?”

Devon laughed. “No. A bite will not transform you, though from what I understand, it is part of the ritual.” 

Jarath exhaled a sigh of relief.

Jenna felt the pang of a phantom pain in her throat in the same spot where Selene had bitten Devon, more than a year ago, reliving the horror of the experience anew. Her uncle though seemed unphased, almost as if he had made peace with the event and reconciled the trauma.

“How are the others?” Devon inquired.

“Honestly I’m not entirely sure. Since Master Gregory took me away, I’ve spent little time with any of them. I almost find it curious that he not only allowed me to come today but encouraged it. He doesn’t seem fond of the church hierarchy but does appear to get along with your people better than most from the Port. That said, I can tell you what changed after the trial.” Jarath stopped for a moment as the memory took hold of him causing him to relive the strong emotions he felt that day. “Ahem.” He cleared his throat. “As I was saying… Holly is Crowley’s pride now. The magister dotes on her and always keeps her close as if she were worried some terrible ill might befall her if left unattended too long. It’s guilt if you ask me. Anyhow, she’s been downright depressed since you left…disheveled and morose. Not the Holly you’d remember. Though interestingly enough I caught sight of her not too long ago, just before we left to come here, and she seemed perky. I don’t know… It was weird. I’d almost say happy. Hate to say it brother but she may have finally accepted the fact you aren’t coming back and moved on.”  

Devon fought back a grin. He knew the cause of her joy was a result of his return to the tower and the time they spent together. He also knew he should probably keep quiet about that, at least for now. “Stallac?”

“Still trying to make your case. Many of the townsfolk have written you off. No one expects they’ll ever see you again. Most believe Selene executed you quietly for the Figureheads to help them avoid seeming so brutal as to sentence a child to death. He has a foot locker of clues, leads and notes. I don’t think he’s ever going to give up. Maybe one day we’ll be able to tell him you’re ok.”

“He’s a good friend. I hate that I haven’t been able to see anyone. Before today at least, I was surprised Selene agreed to it. She claims she trusts your Master Gregory. She also says he’s not nearly as, how did she put it?… gentle and forgiving as she.” Devon couldn’t help but chuckle. “I can only imagine what that must be like.” He drank from a cup of clear spring water. “What about Gunther? I hope no one is bullying him.”

“Ahh. Gideon’s boy!”

As soon as the words left Jarath’s mouth the two of them looked at each other in a way that suggested they both knew something was not quite right with the statement. They laughed for a few minutes, so hard tears began to trickle from their eyes.

“He’s well.” Jarath answered, still laughing. “It appears the chieftain’s son is being groomed as the new tribal shaman by Abba Gideon. A good number of the horde have left the worship of nature and spirits to recognize the god of rebirth and renewal. If you believe the rumors, his father has arranged a marriage between Gunther and the daughter of one of his most loyal and fierce warriors for when he comes of age. I’m guessing to keep the leadership of the horde in the family. The shaman can’t be chieftain but his wife could and then their child could succeed them.”

“Makes sense I guess, though there is no way I’d allow anyone to arrange a marriage for me.” Devon shook his head. “We should probably get to work. The Nightmistress will expect you to have learned something today.”

“So how did you learn the language so quickly?”

“It’s all I was allowed to speak once I arrived. I also had to translate tomes of Sanguinari history and laws. I was fortunate to have Mistress Dawne and Mistress Charissa helping correct my pronunciation. And Ria…” He swallowed the rest of the sentence.

“Ria what?” Jareth asked. “Who is she?”

Devon looked around the library for eavesdroppers. He even checked the stairwell for anyone who might be close enough to hear. Finally he whispered. “She’s the beautiful blonde with the tattoos. She visits me sometimes and will speak common and Sanguinari with me. I think she likes me. Selene hates her though and tries to keep me away from her.”

“Sounds like Holly wouldn’t like her either. Remember that time that girl from the Port tried to kiss you and Holly set the hem of her dress on fire. Good times…”

Devon laughed. “Seriously though. Don’t mention her at all. My training is tough enough when Selene is pleased with me. I definitely don’t want to piss her off.” He walked over to the shelves of librams and brought several books to the table. “Let’s start with this one. It’s all legends and faerie tales. There’s a witch in one of the stories that supposedly kidnaps then eats bad kids. Baba Yaga. It’s an old fable. You read. I’ll translate and work on your pronunciation.”

They spent the next four hours reading stories, writing scripts and trying to have a conversation in Sanguinari.

“I hate to say it brother but Selene was right. Your Sanuinari is terrible.”

Jarath frowned. 

“I know. It was no different for me. No worries. You’ll catch on. Now, you’ll have to practice by only speaking Sanguinari.

“That’s impossible.” Jarath sank in his seat.

“No it’s not.” Devon straightened in his chair and performed his best imitation of Selene. “If you wish the privilege of speaking you will do so in the manner I allow, otherwise you may choose to remain silent.” He said, attempting to sound like his mistress.

“Gde ya slyshal eto ran’she, mal’chik?” (Where have I heard that before, boy?)

Devon’s eyes grew wide as saucers as all the color drained from his face. “I. Uhh.  YA dumal nauchit’ yego tak zhe, kak ty menya.” (I thought to teach him the same way you did me.)

“Perfect.” Her eyes sparkled like blue ice refracting sunlight. “Although, sadly you may only speak Undercommon now, which could present a problem. How about this? I’ll allow you both to alternate days between the two languages. Fair?”

“Da moya gospozha.” (Yes Mistress) Devon responded.

Selene looked at Jarath waiting for an answer. Devon elbowed him.

“Oh. I mean…Da moyer gospoja.”

Selene shook her head. “Come. Follow me upstairs. We’ll break for lunch and I’ll return you to your Master Gregory.”

The scene blackened. 

“Ahh. So that explains why Selene likes Jarath.” Jenna said.  

“He spent quite a lot of time in Sanguinar. We learned Undercommon, Sylvan, Abyssal, Infernal and Celestial over the next few years. All of our other training sessions were kept separate, though I would on occasion see him at social functions hosted by the Pale Lady.” 

“What was his apprenticeship like?” The gold princess asked with curiosity.

“That’s a conversation you should have with him.” Devon explained. “I’m sure he’d be happy to find the time for it.”

“Very well uncle. I think I shall.”

“Good. Now I believe we should find your aunt. It’s nearly midday and she’ll be expecting us to join her for the afternoon meal.”

Jenna looped her arm through his. “Of course uncle. We’ll continue tomorrow then?”

“Certainly your grace.”

“My lord, you’ll not find more expertly cut stones than these, I can assure you. The price might be more than you’d expect to pay but when I’m done crafting the set it’ll be fit for the queen herself to wear.”

“That’s good to know as I intend them to be a gift for her Grand Resplendence.” Devon grinned. “She’s rather fond of gemstones.”

The merchant, a middle aged man with silver eyes typical of his dragon heritage paused, mouth agape, unsure if he was joking.

“Are you ok sir?” Rayne asked with amusement. “Do you not recognize the 6th Dragon Highlord and Consort to the Queen of Dragons.”

“I…” His sight was drawn to the sigil of office the bronze dragon wore marking her as a member of the queen’s guard, then her brooch, the official seal of the 6th flight. He fumbled for words. “I…Apologies my lady, Highlord…sir I had no idea. I will gladly renegotiate the terms of our trade as recompense.”

“Did you give me a fair price my friend?” Devon asked.

“Of course sir. I am an honest merchant. My reputation is without blemish.” He answered proudly.

“Then your offer while appreciated is unnecessary. We have an accord.”

“Thank you my lord.” He bowed respectfully.

Rayne sensed the crowded market thin behind them as the sounds of the grand bazaar of dragon mountain grew quiet. It was mid afternoon after all and one of the busiest times of the day for commerce. She turned to see what was causing the disruption of activity. An entourage led by Cassie approached. Guards in plate mail armed with pikes walked in two columns creating space in the normally crowded thoroughfare as several other members of the queen’s guard came into view.

“Highlord.” The queen called out. Devon spun around at the sound of Aliyeah’s voice. The merchants, Rayne and all the beings shopping in the square fell to a knee. 

“My queen.” Devon immediately knelt as well. 

“Rise my lord. You too Rayne.” She smiled happily as she took his hand. “Must you always embarrass me so? You are my love and need not fall to the ground whenever I enter your presence.”

“You are my queen.”

She smirked. “Very well then, escort your queen for a walk, would you?”

“Of course.” 

“Splendid.” She dismissed the soldiers and most of her entourage continuing on with only Cassie and Rayne in tow. 

“All may rise.” Cassie announced and the market resumed its activity.

“Why did you have to do that Aliyeah? It’s quite abashing.”

“I know.” She grinned mischievously. “That’s why I created the persona of Talisa the bard, to avoid unwanted attention.” She led him to a terrace overlooking the kingdom facing a great sea off in the distance. “Beautiful isn’t it?”

“Indeed. A sight such as most men can only dare to dream about, yet it still pales in comparison to your beauty my queen.”

“You know you don’t need to charm me anymore Devon. You’ve got me already.” She said wrapping her arms around his neck.

“And I want to keep you.” He smiled.

“Are you kidding? If I were to ever let you go, I’d lose the support of half my court.” Cassie and Rayne stared awkwardly off into the distance. “It’s ok you two. I get it. I’m fond of him too” She said with a smile.

Devon laughed. 

“Not to mention I’d never hear the end of it from my niece. No, I’m afraid I’m quite stuck with you Darkstar.”

Devon smiled. “Apologies my queen. I’ll try not to be such a burden.” he replied sarcastically.

“Yes I’m sure. Speaking of Jenna, she’s been searching the spire for you, something about training? What are you teaching her that has her so dedicated to learning. I’ve never seen her so interested in anything before.”

“History lessons Aliyeah.”

“You expect me to believe some boring old stories of the past have her excited for instruction? You must be some teacher. Perhaps I should sit in on this class.”

“Come now my queen. As a bard surely you can appreciate the value of a good tale.”

She pursed her lips.

He smiled. “Fine. Not just some old stories, my love, my old stories. I’ve been sharing glimpses of my past with her.”

“Your past? From how far back are we talking?”

“Since the time I was a boy. She finds it fascinating. I find it nice to reminisce.”

“That would include your time with the Pale Lady?”

“Of course. You don’t care for her much do you?”

“Honestly she has a bigger problem with me than I do with her. She accuses me of stealing you away from Selene.” She kissed him. “How would I have done that?”

“You mean besides possessing the allure of the most beautiful woman in all the planes? I don’t know… couldn’t be your charm…”

She poked him.

“Oh right! I almost forgot, you’re rich.”

She smacked him on the chest playfully. “As I recall it was you who seduced me. Some nefarious magic I’m sure…” Her eyes narrowed.

“Guilty as charged my queen.” 

She laid her head into his shoulder. 

“Does it bother you that I’m sharing these things with Jenna?” he asked. “You know the whole of it already. What harm could it be?”

“None really. It’s fine. She’s your apprentice. I trust your judgement.”

“Thank you Aliyeah.”

“You’re welcome. Just try and omit anything too scandalous if you know what I mean.”

“Me scandalous? Never.”

Aliyeah, Cassie and Rayne all raised an eyebrow.

“What? Why does everyone always suspect me of such things?”

“Because it usually is you my lord.” Maya said with a grin as she approached alongside the princess. “My queen.” She bowed.

“There you are!” Jenna shouted. “Have you forgotten we have lessons today uncle?” Her tone was rather accusatory. “Perhaps you were distracted and lost track of time?”

“Hello Jenna” The Queen of Dragons smiled.

“Oh, hi auntie. May I borrow the Highlord please?”

Aliyeah looked dubiously at Devon.

“Half your court my love?” He craned his neck.

The gold dragon laughed. “Fine. But you’ll be making it up to me later.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

“Very well. I guess we should return to the palace then.” She took his hand as they walked their way through the bazaar and to the castle. Once safely within the gold spire, Devon led Jenna to his favorite parlor, sat her on the sofa and cast the incantation. She fell into a sleep as the memories in his blood called out to her once more.

Some 3 years after Devon’s arrival in Sanguinar…

They were in an audience hall, the same place from the night of his arrival. Jenna watched through Devon’s eyes as the Pale Lady, dressed in a burgundy velvet dress with gold trim, lit candles about the chamber.

“How goes the boy’s training Selene?”

“He progresses well. He’s still a bit slow compared to a vampyr mind you, his human condition does have limitations. What he lacks in celerity he more than compensates for with intuition and technique. His steps are pristine.”

“I would hope they would be with you as his mistress.” She grinned. Jenna had never seen the Pale Lady smile. She found it eerie and somewhat uncomfortable.

“Thank you Lady.”

“And what about you boy? Are you ready for what comes next?”

Devon dutifully looked to Selene who nodded her approval. He bowed his head and politely responded. “I am my Lady. I have been well taught and would be honored to have an opportunity to prove myself worthy of the gifts my mistress has bestowed upon me.”

“Humble, polite, grateful. He is not your typical human is he daughter?”

“No mother. I find him to be rather exceptional.”

“It pleases me to hear this. It also gladdens my heart to know your decision to rescue and foster the boy was not the error in judgement I feared it to be some three years ago. He is to begin traveling with you. I want him to understand the duty and purpose of a slayer. There is still much he must learn before he may join our ranks.”

“You mean for him to…”

“Of course. Why else would he be training with you?”

Selene’s eyes showed shock but her grin betrayed her pride. “I’ll make sure he is ready.”

“See that you do. Now. I need you to visit Kasha in the Wolfwood. I’m told a feral lycan has been terrorizing the trade route from the Westport. It’s savaged several merchants and robbed many more. This can not be allowed to continue. Find out if she intends to deal with the matter or if I must. Either way, see to it the beast is put down.” 

“Yes mother.” Selene bowed.

“Has the boy been taught the kukri by chance?”

“Of course but he does not yet merit the privilege of carrying one.”

“Good. Arm the boy before you go, leather as well. I do not intend to send the wolves a naked lamb.”

“As you command mother.”

Devon bowed. “Thank you Lady.”

Claire nodded and they took their leave.

The next scene in Jenna’s vision showed Devon being measured by an armorer. “What type of work do you desire Lady Blacklotus.”

“Slayer’s Regalia, etched with my house and clan sigils.”

“For a human?” He asked, confused.

Selene’s eyes took on a ghostly blue glow as the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. “Was I unclear?”

“No my lady. It shall be as you say.” He bowed in deference. “I’ll have it ready by dawn.”

“Good, Come boy. Let’s find you a weapon.”

They returned to the manor and were immediately greeted by Dawne and Charissa. 

“Is it true then? Mother has asked you to bring Devon along with you?” The blonde haired vampyr with black kohl eyes asked. 

“It is.” Selene answered. “He is to train for the trials.” 

“Can a human pass the trials Selene? I’m worried.” Dawne added. “And I do not trust the lycans. Please be careful with him.”

“He’ll be fine. I’ve commissioned him armor and will loan him a blade until such time as he earns his own.”

“Ooohh.” Came a sickly sweet coo from the threshold. “Looks like our little boy is nearly a man grown. Where has the time gone.” She moved closer. “If there is anything I can help teach the boy sister…”

Selene’s eyes burst brilliant blue once more. “There is nothing of use he can learn from you Ria.”

“Are you sure?” She smiled baiting Selene. “Perhaps the difference between a warm embrace and a cold heart?”

Selene lunged at her but was quickly intercepted by Charissa. “Ignore her.” 

Dawne stepped to the tattooed vampyr and cautioned her. “Leave the boy be Ria or perhaps next time we won’t be holding Selene back.”

Ria’s expression hardened. “Whatever. I guess some people lack a sense of humor. I could teach him that too.” She jabbed sharply as she sulked away.

Selene’s eyes followed her from the room. “Come Devon. Let’s go.” They made for the stairs and then the apartment they shared. Once inside Selene exhaled sharply and tried to relax. She poured two glasses of wine. “Here boy. Drink.”

Devon did as he was told. “Thank you mistress.” He took a sip. “May I ask a question, mistress?”

“Go on boy.” 

“Was she always so terrible?”

“Who?”

“Mistress Ria. Have you always hated her?”

Selene stopped mid sip and lowered her goblet. “What do you mean?” She asked with a stoic expression.

“It’s just…It seems like you aren’t very fond of her that’s all. I was just curious as to why?”

Selene sighed and placed the goblet on a serving tray. “It’s really none of your business, boy.” She answered flatly. “But I will tell you this…There was a time not so long ago when we were rather close. Back then there was no truer sister to my heart, until she betrayed me. She may forget what she has done but I never will. So do I hate her? No…I love her and that’s why she makes me angry.”

“I’m sorry mistress. I shouldn’t have pried.” 

“It’s ok Devon. Now about that blade…” 

The scene changed again. Jenna found herself in a dense wood walking a narrow trail. She could sense her uncle’s anxiety as the memory played on.

“I feel like we’re being watched.” Devon whispered.

“That’s because we are.” Selene answered in a not so low tone. “Step close and take my hip.”

Devon moved into her, offset slightly to her side as if preparing to begin a dance, his left hand holding firmly to her waist.

“Show yourselves.” Selene demanded.

A single large black wolf with blonde streaking through its crown, neck and shoulders stepped onto the trail in front of them several feet away. 

“Come now Seraphyne. You expect me to believe you’re alone?”

The wolf’s body shifted and morphed until it took the form of a tall blonde haired woman with a slender build. “Believe what you want. Why are you here Nightmistress?”

“I would speak with Kasha, The White Wolf.” 

“Would you now?” She smiled. Two more wolves crept from the wood to stand behind her and another two appeared on the trail behind the vampyr and her ward.

“The Pale Lady demands it.”

“Have you brought the human as a gift?”

“No.” Selene moved forward, Devon kept sync with her steps. “He belongs to me.”

The wolf shifter’s eyes glanced over his armor and moved to his kukri. ‘The Pale Lady sends two slayers to our encampment? You can imagine how that might concern us.”

“He is my apprentice. And we both know Seraphyne, I’m all you need to concern yourself with.”

“I’ll be needing your kukris.” She said closing the space between them.

“Would you care to try and take them?” Selene threatened eyes glowing blue. “You know the law. I do not disarm for anyone.”

There was a long thoughtful pause as Seraphyne considered the idea. Finally she answered, “Very well Nightmistress. Follow me.” 

The path continued on for some time then widened. The wolves trotted alongside the trio warily watching Selene as they walked. When the wood broke a settlement of cabins appeared in the clearing. Devon could hear the sound of moving water, a large stream or perhaps a river. The structures in the grove weren’t neatly arranged like Sanguinar’s proper village. It sort of reminded Devon of the horde and the manner in which his friend Gunther lived. They continued through the haphazard collection of homes eventually coming upon a much larger cabin than the others with a deck leaning over the water. There were guards with wolves posted out front. Devon couldn’t be sure if they were actual wolves or wolf shifters. Selene for her part seemed confident and unconcerned with the obvious disdain the vast majority of the people apparently felt towards her. 

“Do not try anything foolish.” Seraphyne warned.

Selene simply grinned, saying nothing.

They walked up the wooden stairwell and into a central sitting room. It wasn’t the imposing stone audience chamber the Pale Lady kept but a more welcoming design with sewn rugs laid on the wooden floor for comfort and many oversized cushions arranged about a central fire pit. Further back there was a raised dais with an impressive carved wooden chair but the space was empty. A copper skinned woman with platinum blonde hair, nearly white, and an athletic shape was poking at the fire. Jenna watched as Selene approached the hearth, Devon a pace behind.

“Greetings Selene, welcome.” She smiled, her mouth filled with sharp, ivory white teeth. Her soft hazel eyes sparkled reflecting the light of the flames. “And what do we have here? A pup? I had not heard you sired a child.”

“Hello Kasha. Thank you for the hospitality.” She replied side eyeing Seraphyne. “I haven’t. His name is Devon. He’s my apprentice.”

Kasha sniffed the air, taking in his scent. “A human? Is this the boy that is all the talk in town? Come closer child. Let me have a look at you.” 

Devon turned his head to Selene who nodded. Jenna could feel his apprehension.

“Well, she smiled brightly. You’re a handsome pup. How long have you been in Sanguinar, young one?”

He again looked at Selene who nodded her approval.

“Three years my lady. I’m sorry. Is that how I’m to title you. I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

“My title is Alpha dear boy, but please call me Kasha.” She looked to Selene. “I see you are educating him like a vampyr.” She stared at the leather collar on his neck and shook her head in disapproval. “I know you mean to keep him safe but I find collaring so distasteful. You should have brought him before me sooner. I would have guaranteed his safety.”

“That’s kind of you Kasha, but I don’t trust wolves around a defenseless human boy.”

“It’s only the mutts who need concern you and we do a fine job of policing them.” 

“The Pale Lady would disagree.”

“Ah. I see. So not a social call then. Come sit here young one. Enjoy the fire.” She tapped a cushion next to her. “The adults have matters to discuss.” Devon looked to Selene who motioned with her hand.

Kasha examined his armor and kukri. “You mean to train him as a slayer?”

Selene sat across from Kasha. “I do. It is the Pale Lady’s wish.”

“He couldn’t hope for a better mentor, old friend. I hope you will not teach him her prejudice.”

“I’ve no quarrel with the lyc… wolf shifters.” She paused then said. “Only with a wolf shifter, the one murdering humans on the trade road.”

“A mutt. My hunters are searching for him as we speak.”

“He is to be put down.” Selene said coldly.

“The pack will decide his fate, as is the tradition.”

“I’m sorry Kasha. I have my instructions. If I should find him first…”

“I’m well aware of your function slayer, it’s in the name.” She frowned.

“Do you know who this wolf is?”

“Of course. His name is Baraek. You’ll recognize him by the one milky eye. It’s a wound he suffered a few years back. You’d think he’d have learned the lesson that not all humans are easy prey. She placed her hand on Devon’s knee. Isn’t that right, pup?”

Devon’s eyes grew wide with startled realization.

“One would think.” Selene grinned. 

“If you care to leave the boy here, I will gladly offer him my protection.” 

“Thank you but it’s unnecessary. He travels with me.”

“So he does. Well let me know if I can be of any additional help my friend.”

Selene stood and bowed. Devon did the same.

Kasha reached out and grasped his hand. “Do come visit again Devon. Don’t be a stranger. Remember you are always welcome here.”

“Thank you Kasha” He answered politely.

“Until next time old friend. Safe journeys.”

“You as well.” Selene replied and they left.

The scene faded to black again and Jenna leapt up.

…………………………………………………………………………….

“No way. The same wolf that tried to attack you is still killing? What did you do? Did you catch him? What did Selene do when you did? Nevermind…I know…”

Aliyeah was standing in the doorway. Her eyes, warm with affection.

Devon smiled. “A tale for another day your grace. Your aunt is waiting. I think she misses my company.”

“Ughh! Ok tomorrow. Can I see more tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow it is sweet princess.”

She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you uncle.” Jenna stood then paused to curtsy quickly, “Auntie.” She grinned happily and sped off.

“She does favor you my darling.” Aliyeah said with a smile.

“I love her as well.”

“And you bear her mark.” The gold dragon teased.

“I’m never going to hear the end of that am I?”

“I think not…and dragons live a very, very  long time.”

“You’ll grow bored of me eventually.” He replied, in a mock tone.

“Perhaps…” She smirked mischievously. “But very unlikely. You wouldn’t remain unattached for long. I couldn’t risk the chance of you committing yourself to someone else. Jenna would be heartbroken.”

“Just Jenna?” He asked, as she sat next to him on the sofa.

“Oh no, there’s Rayne, Cassie, Cam, Michaela…oh and let’s not forget Maya, your brooding bodyguard who likes to spit in your drinks.”

“You make it sound dirtier than it actually is.” 

She laid her head on his lap and stared into his eyes. “How about we make some memories of our own, the kind unfit to share with our niece.”

Devon smiled. “As you command my queen.”

This occurs just after leaving the lycan camp…

The crackle of the fire frolicking about the hearth created a tranquil atmosphere in the parlor lending itself perfectly for the incantation that would allow the Highlord to share his memories with his niece. She sat comfortably on the sofa and exhaled calmly as the blood touched her lips. Jenna’s perception once again melded with Devon’s. She watched him come to a halt as Selene examined some tracks. “Here’s why Kasha’s hunters haven’t been able to find him.” She pushed a branch into the water and withdrew a used lard bucket stuffed with torn rags that had been weighed down with stones. 

“What’s that?” Devon asked.

“Old clothes… More than likely his. ‘I’m thinking he rubbed the lard on himself to break his scent trail, then put on somebody else’s clothes.” She motioned to a hill on the other side of the stream. “Wolves have a harder time tracking odors up hill. Come on. Let’s see if I’m right.”

They made their way up the hillside. Some hour into it, they came across the carcass of a fairly large brown bear. It’s throat had been torn out and most of its entrails devoured. 

“Care to wager your friend did this?”

“He’s not my friend.”

Selene smirked. “No. I guess not. Friends don’t eat friends do they?”

Devon felt a twinge of nervousness. The idea of facing the monster that tried to kill him three years ago suddenly began to weigh on him. Sure he trained every day, and yes there were injuries at times but never did he feel like his life was in danger. “Are you ready for what comes next?” The Pale Lady’s voice echoed in his head. He hoped so. His momentary pause caught Selene’s attention immediately.

“Hey.” She hissed. “Stay focused. Remember what happened the last time you became distracted. I doubt a black eye and bump on the head will measure against what that mutt will do to you.”

Devon nodded and they pressed on. The sky began to darken as storm clouds rolled in. It was also getting close to evening and the little daylight they had left would soon be extinguished. Moving further up the hill they found the mangled body of a sheep dog and several sheep that had been ripped apart by some ferocious beast.

“Mistress here.” Devon called out standing over two savaged bodies.

“Sheep farmers.” Selene announced as the first droplets of rain began to fall. “Hurry, I don’t want his trail washed away. 

Selene was moving quickly, effortlessly through the dampening earth. Devon was finding it difficult to match her pace but somehow managed to barely keep up. The first crash of lightning struck in the distance followed by a cavernous roar of thunder. The rain strengthened, blurring his vision. His feet were starting to sink into soft earth. In no time the steady rain opened into a deluge and even Selene was having difficulty with the terrain.

“There.” She reached out pointing. “The farmhouse. We’ll search it and hold up inside for a bit. Maybe the rain will subside.” 

The glow of a hearth cut through the dark while the flicker of dancing candles offered illumination off in the distance. They arrived at the inner gate surrounding the structure taking quick shelter under a large overgrown cedar tree with thick interwoven branches. It’s fragrant wood wafted on the wet air. 

“Stay here. I’m going to check out the house, make sure it’s safe.”

“Shouldn’t I go with you?” Devon asked protectively and partially out of apprehension.

Selene was amused. “I’ll yell if I need you.” She stalked off and was quickly absorbed into the night. 

The pace of the lightning quickened and with it the sound of roaring thunder. The first few thunderbolts were so loud they almost caused Devon to jump from his skin. Slowly though, with each passing strike, he grew more and more accustomed until he was numb to it. He breathed purposefully, calming his heart and drawing in the aromatic smell of cedar to ease his nervousness. His hand stroked the hilt of his kukri as he fought to focus his eyes on something, anything in the rain swept dark. Moments felt like minutes and minutes seemed like hours and he had begun to wonder if Selene had abandoned him here…or worse…What if something happened to her? He quickly dashed that thought from his mind. “Impossible. There’s no one like her. She can handle anything.”, he thought. Jenna could feel the swell of affection he held for her in his heart as his thoughts raced trying to convince himself she was fine. He finally decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He stepped away from the tree toward the house only to be stopped dead in his tracks by her voice.

“Where are you off to boy?” Selene asked from the shadows. She stepped into sight and Jenna observed that her hair was soaked, matted down, clinging to her face. She was drenched like she had been immersed in a lake. The tree had offered Devon some protection from the rain, not entirely, but he was considerably drier than she. Selene was wet to the bone.

“I don’t see any signs of Baraek. The house appears deserted, though the fire and candles say otherwise. We’ll look to take some shelter there and wait for the storm to subside.”

“The owners won’t mind?”

Selene wore a cold expression on her face. “No. I don’t believe they will.”

“Oh.” 

“Enough chatter. Follow me.”

They bolted for the farmhouse. Selene quickly examined the door and then turned the handle. Unlocked. She pushed it open and cautiously entered. Devon closed the door behind them. They stepped into a large space serving as a great room, dining room and kitchen. The fire looked freshly set with wood enough to burn for hours. The candles were fairly new as well. 

“Something’s not right” Devon said anxiously.

Selene motioned toward a pair of doors. “You check the far room, I’ll check the near.”

Devon nodded, carefully approaching the door. He listened intently pressing his ear against it. The room held no sound that he could sense so he slowly turned the handle and pushed it forward. The room was dark. His eyes needed a few moments to adjust while some of the light from the great room crept into what looked to be a bedroom with several beds. He paced in slowly, quickly surveying the area. The beds were made. The window closed. There was a dresser with various trinkets carefully arranged and seemingly undisturbed. He crossed to the far side of the room easing toward another door. The shadows were deepening, his eyesight failing. He stopped before the door, focusing his hearing to what may lie beyond. Breathing, intermittent and shallow. The kukri glided silently from its scabbard. “Shirak.” He whispered, causing the blade to glow, casting light about the room. The young rogue rotated the weapon preparing to strike. He reached for the handle, sidestepping while he opened the door.

“Mmmmmm!” Came a muffled scream. 

Hiding in the closet was a woman holding two small children. Her hand was cupped over their mouths to quiet their cries. “Please don’t.” The woman pleaded tearfully. “Please.”

Devon knelt and raised his hand for reassurance. “We’re here to help. Where is he?”

The woman shook her head nervously, her eyes were wet and swollen.

“Here.” Devon reached out to them. “Let me help you out.”

The girls recoiled in fear as their mother drew them even closer. 

“Chto u tebya tam, mal’chik?” (What do you have there boy?) Selene’s figure appeared in the archway casting her shadow into the room.

“Mat’ i dvoye detey, gospozha.”  (A mother and two children, mistress.)

“Vyvedi ikh. Skazhi yey, chto u menya yest’ syn i rebenok” (Bring them out. Tell her I have her son and baby.)

Devon sheathed his weapon extinguishing the light. He reached out again, slowly, palm open. “I won’t hurt you. My mistress has your son and baby. I promise we’ll keep you safe.” His voice was calm, his words sincere. “My name is Devon. Who are you?”

“Hildy.” She answered with some hesitation. “You’re not with the other?”

“No my lady. We’re tracking him. We’ve been tasked to put an end to his terror. Is he close?”

She nodded. 

“Come. We’ll keep you safe.”

The woman leaned forward allowing herself to be drawn out. As they made their way into the great room, a boy no older than himself holding an infant rushed over to her.

“He’s nearby, mistress.” No sooner had he said it when the baying of a wolf could be heard in the not so far distance.”

“Stay here with them in case he returns. I’m going after him.”

“But…”

“You offered them protection. Protect them. I shall return shortly.” With that she turned and was gone.

“Where’d she go?” Hildy asked.

“After the wolf. Don’t worry I’ll remain here to see you safe.”

She looked at him incredulously. “You’re no older than Timothy. It’s already killed two of our hands and my eldest boys and husband are missing.”

Jenna could sense the fright the woman was feeling and the absolute horror in her children’s expressions.

“You’ve my word my lady, I shall not allow you or your family to come to harm this night.”

She shook her head with skepticism. “I appreciate the sentiment young man but please forgive me if I say that I’d feel more comfortable were the other still here.”

Devon didn’t disagree. He wondered privately if he was just posturing to provide reassurance for the family or if he did indeed have the ability to defend them and himself as well. The mother and her children huddled by the fire while Devon stood quietly in the center of the room. Occasionally he would pace toward the door or to the window, hoping to catch even a glimpse of Selene. The rain had slowed from a torrent but was still steady The sound of baying grew softer, drifting away from the farmhouse.

Jenna could sense relief and concern competing in Devon’s mind. He remained vigilant despite the distracting thoughts, focusing his hearing in an attempt to separate the sounds that belonged from the noises that didn’t. Looking out the window he could see the moon high in the sky offering a distorted illumination through the rain. 

“What kind of weapon is that?” The teenage boy asked. I’ve never seen a knife curved like that.”

“It’s a kukri. In Sanguinar it’s the preferred weapon of the slayer.”

Hildy drew her kids in again. “So you’re one of them?” Her eyes widened with mistrust and fear.

“Yes and no.” Devon answered honestly. “I was born in Westport, I grew up in the magister’s tower, but I’m being fostered in Sanguinar now. The Nightmistress is good to me.

“So you’re a human then?”

“I am my lady.”

“And the woman, Nightmistress you say? Are you telling me that…” She paused nervously. 

“She’s Selene. Yes. I told you not to worry. The wolf is no match for her.”

Jenna would have believed hearing what she did should put the woman at ease, that she’d relax a little and begin to feel safe. The knowledge did anything but. She looked as anxious ever, her eyes darting about the place like a trapped animal looking for a place to run off to and escape.

The rain had eased a bit more though gusts of wind replaced the sound of teaming droplets. The howl of air blowing against the house reminded Devon of the guardian spirits he encountered in the graveyard. Jenna could feel his heart’s pace quicken.

“She’s been gone for a while.” Hildy commented.

Devon wasn’t quite sure how long it had been but he did agree with the woman. He secretly hoped she’d have returned by now. “He must be leading her on a chase. There’s only so far he can run before he reaches the Port. He’ll have to face her soon enough.”

Without warning the door to the farmhouse burst open separating from one of the hinges and limping broken to the side. The children screamed as the half shifted madman standing in the entryway spoke with a menacing growl.

“Well well well. What have we here?” He said with a snarl. His mouth was bloodstained and his fingers had grown into nasty claws. “I could hardly believe it when I caught your scent in the wind boy. You remember me don’t you?” The hulking figure spit, one eye bloodshot and red the other milky white. 

“Take the kids into the bedroom and bar the door.” Devon said softly.

Hildy snatched her children and fled.

Jenna watched as her uncle stared at the man for a moment, channeling whatever courage he had in him, focusing on every movement the lycan made. He measured each breath, each clack of a claw and each twitch of a finger. 

“I do.” He forced the words out. “I remember you trying to murder a young boy only to find him not so helpless. You’ll find I’m even less of a victim now mutt.”

The lycan took a step forward. “Who taught you language like that boy? Your vampyr girlfriend? Guess I’m not the only one who likes them young. If I’d have known she brought you up with such poor manners I wouldn’t have killed her so quickly. I’d have made her suffer a bit more.”

Baited. Jenna knew it immediately. However, what came next caught both her and the beast by surprise. Jets of flame spewed from his fingers, setting the creature afire. The smell of burnt hair and scorched flesh created a nauseating odor. 

Baraek screamed then lunged, swiping fast with a clawed hand. Devon narrowly managed to escape being cut in two. Despite his quick step, a nasty gash opened across his chest, blood began running free. 

Devon drew his kukri, rotating the blade in a smooth arc slashing quickly at the lycan, biting deep into Baraek’s thigh. 

“Truesilver!” He howled in pain and rage. “You’ll pay for that vampyr!”

Devon spun the razor sharp blade again. “Surrender and I may not kill you.”

The lycan limped a step away and raised his hands. “Ok…ok…” He crouched down then sprung forward transforming into a massive brown and black wolf, it’s teeth gnashing as he moved.” 

Devon fell backward, retreating low to the ground as the wolf beared down on him. He dropped his weapon and spoke an incantation. Electrical sparks leapt from his hands striking the beast in its breast. It yelped and snapped, catching him on his shoulder. Devon rolled to the side snatching his kukri as he did. 

Baraek found his feet and charged again.

Devon tumbled across the table to create space between him and the foul creature. As he dropped down on the other side he swung his blade clockwise catching the wolf hard into his shoulder as it jumped after him. 

Spit and blood dripped from its muzzle while the enraged beast stalked him. Devon was forced into the center of the great room, no barriers, no cover. The wolf peeled back its lips and appeared to smile malevolently as a guttural growl projected from behind exposed teeth.

Devon shifted his feet, blading his body, narrowing his profile to make for a smaller target. He flourished the kukri in warning but the wolf kept approaching. The beast pounced. Jenna felt her uncle’s head whip as he spun to avoid the attack, riposting with the curved blade. She winced as the wolf bit down hard, tearing at his forearm  Devon lost his footing as the monster dragged him to the ground. The kukri fell from his grasp, skittering across the floor. Baraek’s head thrashed back and forth, inches from his face, his fangs snapping for his throat. Jenna cringed. The wolf drove its head forward slamming hard into the awaiting knife Devon had drawn from his side. The truesilver blade penetrated deep into the wolf’s skull. Baraek slumped lifeless on top of him, still. Devon’s breaths were sharp and forced. The weight of the beast made it difficult to breathe. He mustered all his remaining strength to push the carcass off him, then slid himself a few agonizing feet away from it to retrieve his weapon, unsure if it was really dead. Devon was bleeding profusely. His body suddenly felt cold. He was certain he was dying as he laid on the floor. Jenna could sense a calm resolve in her uncle. He seemed accepting of his fate, at peace knowing the family had been kept safe.

No more than a heartbeat later, he felt gentle hands cradle him and sit him up. “What happened?” Selene’s voice. Devon opened his eyes to see brilliant blue orbs staring back at him.

“Baraek.”

She saw he held his kukri in one hand and a very familiar small blade in the other. “Now aren’t you glad I gave you that birthday knife.” She said, trying to lighten his spirits. 

“I killed him.” He began to shake.

“You did what you had to. Killing isn’t an easy thing.” Her fingers were wet with his blood. “How bad is it child?” Her tone weighed heavy with worry.

“Bol’no malen’koy gospozha.  (It hurts a little mistress.) He was flush with sweat and had tears in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry I took so long. There were other mutts waiting to ambush me.” She pulled a pungent smelling ointment from her belt. She rubbed it into his torn arm and into the gash in his chest causing the wounds to partially close.

He fought through the pain managing an awkward smirk before he closed his eyes and laid still.

A door creaked followed by the sounds of footsteps from across the room. Jenna listened as Hildy and her children emerged from the bedroom.

“Is he?” She asked.

“The wolf is dead.” Selene answered coolly.

“No… I mean your… ward?”

Selene’s voice held a hint of pride. “The boy will be fine.”

“Do you want help moving him to a bed?” Hildy offered.

Selene tilted her head bewildered. “Why would I want that?”

The mother approached slowly, grimacing as she examined his wounds. “He’ll need rest if he is to recover. He saved our lives my lady. It’s the least we can do to offer him hospitality until he can travel.”

“The danger has passed. We’ll burden you no longer.”

“It’s no….”

Selene bowed politely just before she shimmered from sight, taking Devon with her. She reappeared in the parlor of the manor, the sound of Devon coughing to consciousness drew the attention of the room.

“By the goddess.” Charissa gasped.

“Get a healer.” Selene ordered. The blonde vampyr was gone before she finished the sentence.

Dawne rushed over. “What happened?”

“Baraek.” Devon croaked. “The mutt.”

Dawne pressed down hard on his chest wound trying to get the bleeding to stop. “He made a mess of you Devon.” She glared at Selene. 

“It’s not so bad right, mistress?” He said looking into Selene’s eyes. The glow had gone and they took on a softer blue tinge like calm pools of water.

“That’s right Devon. Go ahead. Tell the rest of it.” She grinned.

Claire entered the room along with Ria just as Charissa reappeared with the cleric. Lady Radcliffe stood off to the side silent, listening attentively.

“I did as Selene taught me. I mixed magic with her dance. It’s over…He’s been dealt with as the Pale Lady commanded.”

The cleric looked to Claire for permission. She nodded and he invoked the Raven Queen and the prayers to her that would heal him. The wounds that were partially closed healed completely, the pain drained away and Devon felt strong as the day they left.

“Thank you sir.” Devon said gratefully, sitting himself up.

The cleric smiled. “My pleasure young man. Stay well.” He bowed and took his leave.

“Well done my child.” Claire complimented. 

“Thank you Lady. Though my mistress deserves the credit. I merely did what I was taught to do… and I only fought one whereas she dealt with several.”

“Is that so?” The Pale Lady asked. 

“Yes mother. There were three other mutts. They drew me away while Baraek laid in wait for the boy. It could have gone badly.”

“But it didn’t. You will not always be there to watch over him Selene. He needs to be able to protect himself. It appears he can.”

“It does indeed mother.” Selene smiled.

Devon had forgotten how beautiful she was. Her pretty smile reminded him. Jenna felt an uncomfortable attraction to the vampyr obviously emanating from Devon’s emotions.

“Return to Kasha. Inform her of the news” Claire ordered.

“Yes mother.” Selene made to exit but was forced to come to a stop by Ria who had interposed herself in the doorway. She looked at Devon, the tear in his chest piece, the teeth marks in his bracer and pauldrons and winked at him. She bowed to Selene and stepped aside without a word. Selene nodded then called back to Devon. “Come boy. We still have work to do.

“Just a second mistress.” 

Selene cocked an eyebrow.

Devon placed his hand on his armor, mouthing arcane words. The leather came back together mending it good as new. “Sorry mistress. I’m ready.”

Selene smirked as did the other vampyr in the room and they were off.

The scene blackened. Jenna woke, her eyes wide with shock. “You killed him.”

“Baraek didn’t leave me much choice.”

“He nearly killed you.” She said angrily. “You were still a wyrmling.”

“I don’t think he cared.” Devon replied with a shrug of his shoulders. 

“I find them incredibly confusing, uncle. One moment they are caring and compassionate the next cold and inconsiderate. Why?”

Devon kissed her cheek. “I wish I knew.”