Intro
She never meant for this to happen she never wanted it too. She only
wanted for me what was best even if that meant she couldn't be here.
She never knew that this is what they would do. She never knew. She
never knew and she never would.
Chapter 1
The beginning: This is War
A fist hit the table hard and mugs of beer and rum rattled.
Holding in the squeak of fright I clutched mu shoulder together and
hunched together within myself. The hair on my neck lifted in defense.
"We cannot win with words you bumbling bastard." A male voice shout out angry and in rage.
"They want us to be nothing but quiet servants. We have young ones to
protect. What will we do when they come after our women and pups?
You want to talk to them when they have their stick up your mate?"
Growls sounded all around the room. Trying to quiet my heart and not get
caught I slowly counted to 10. Conall was the strongest of everyone I
knew and he was also the loudest and the angriest.
"We go to war." His even voice sent shivers through my spine. Dougal
was always the one who watched. He only talked when necessary. His
quietness was disconcerting to many people. He came upon our camp
one day and brought down 10 of our people. He had helped us a lot, but'
many didn't like him.
Cries of outrage and agreement were loud and filled the tent.
It suddenly got quiet. Putting my head in my hands I peeked between
them.
" I believe we have a spy in our midst my brothers. It seems as though
someone is up past their bed time." A hand appeared in my hiding spot
and grabbed my leg pulling me out. Without thinking I phased only my
mouth and bit the hand. A growl of warning and a clawed hand came to
retrieve me. Quickly I phased back and hung my head. My eyes looked
towards the ground and I whimpered softly.
Looking up to quickly meet Dougal's eyes I saw the fury. I was in
trouble big time. Looking at the hand the held me I gave it a quick lick,
healing the wound that I had given. Then quickly I phased my teeth and
bit my own hand. A hand gripped tightly on my jaw forcing me to release
my hand. Looking up again I saw his anger had not dimmed in the slight
but increased .
" Caoimhe" He growled out my name and that was all he had to say. No
other words of reprimand were needed. He lowered me to the ground. I
only came up to the top of his pants. I was 9 but I was about the size of
a 7 year old if even I was small and tiny for my age. I was quick to go to
my knees in a painful low bow my hands palms up and my neck bent at
an awkward angle. Growls were heard all around causing me to turn into
myself in the position that I was in.
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