Chapter 30: Control?

Sitting in her room, she had no clue what to do now. Replaying the argument with Ke'varde in her mind, she knew that she'd crossed a line, but still… "He damn well crossed one too!" Sighing dejectedly, she plopped down to the floor and drummed her fingers on her knee. Emotions were starting to cool, and thinking from his point of view for a moment, she could understand his reasoning, even though she didn't agree with it. He was looking out for her and didn't want to see her hurt or worse… If positions were reversed she would have probably done the same thing. Slapping her leg in annoyance, she tried to hold on to her previous fury "But they weren't!" and even though his reasons were valid, her own were as well and in her mind even more so! "Too bad that stubborn ass can't see that!" After another few seconds, she rolled her eyes and gave up. She couldn't keep her anger when the person she was angry at and wanted to argue with, wasn't even in the room. Though her anger receded, agitation still remained. There had to be something she could do to get out of here...

She knew where to start her search; somehow she needed to find Mir'ens sister and the only one she knew could and more importantly would help her was Azira'ah. Thinking for a moment, she snapped her fingers, as an idea started to form. Wasting no time, she ran to the door, taking a calming breath and plastering as friendly a smile as she could muster before she knocked and waited. After almost five minutes, her patience was evaporating "C'mon, what is taking so long!" When the door finally opened, she was expecting Brownie to be on the other side of the opening. Hiding her surprise, she took in the appearance of the guard standing in the doorway of her forced prison, taking a step back, she reexamined her plan. Cocking her head to the side in a assessing manner and raising her right eyebrow she smiled at the Yautja, who was mimicking her stance, asking "Aren't you a bit young for a job like this?" her smile turned devilish for a split second, before her expression turned earnest. She continued without giving him a chance to respond "I only meant that such a strong, capable Yautja like you should be out hunting. Not spending the hours, days and... well, it could probably even be weeks...standing in front of this door?" Hearing him grunt reluctantly in what she hoped to be affirmation, she continued when his look turned skeptical and he tried to say something, cutting him off before he could even start "I'm sure you are very… accomplished and skillful-" Seeing him narrow his eyes at her she knew he wasn't entirely buying the bull she was selling. Though he looked like he didn't believe her, there was a flicker of wavering on his part and she honed in on it in a heartbeat. Noticing the string around his neck, she rounded her eyes, and pointed at his chest speaking in reverent and as excited tones as she could without sounding too fake "Wow, you have so many big trophies. Where did you get them all? How big were the creatures? I'd love to hear about them." during her speech she clasped her hands tightly together, and bit her lip. Her nails biting into her skin helped her to keep from laughing and chocking from the pressure in her throat "Stay in character, if Azira'ah can do this bimbo gig, so can you." In reality there were few trophies on the string, and those that were there really didn't look all that big or impressive, but still, her words had the desired effect. His posture was starting to relax. Reaching her hand out, she grinned at him "I can always count on a male's ego."

Hearing the admiration and approval in her voice, his chest puffed out when she ran her finger down the string of trophies he possessed around his neck. Though his pride was obvious, his voice was still a bit hesitant "Yes, I suppose you are correct ooman-" interrupting him yet again, she ignored his impatient grunt continuing her little charade, fiddling with the string she sighed and smiled sadly "You know... It can really get lonely in here. I have no one to talk to, no one who could tell me any news of what goes on…" Stopping herself mid sentence a pretty good idea started to form in her mind. Before she could put it to practice he gave her a pitying look, cleared his throat, stood straighter and looked around cautiously before quietly clicking "I can understand your feelings on this ooman, but I cannot help you. I am not allowed to leave my position from your quarters until I am relieved by someone else. And as far as I have heard, you aren't allowed any visitors..." Giving her an encouraging pat on the head, he was about to tell her to "endure it like a warrior" when she gave him what could only be a sad and disappointed look, mumbling "That's ok. I didn't mean to imply anything…I was just hoping you could help me with something, but since your busy…" letting the words trail off, she turned back into her room and was expecting the door to close behind her. After a few measured steps, she could hear his feet shuffling in behind her and his resigned sigh over her shoulder followed by "What do you need?"

After her quick mental pat on the back, she turned in an instant to explain her "problem", almost heaving a sigh of relief as she noticed he didn't even try to lock the door. Squirming, she mumbled "I ah... this is rather embarrassing, but I really want to take a bath, and it seems there's no water in the tub, and I can't seem to find a way to fill it. I'm very sorry to inconvenience you like this, but someone always does it for me." she honestly had no clue how she managed to pull off an embarrassed flush to top her supposed confession. Thank god she accidently emptied the pool last night.

The guard watched her closely for a long moment then shrugged his shoulders "Oomans." clicking "I will show you" confidently striding to the bedchamber, knowing she would be right on his heels. Not expecting anything, his vigilance wasn't at its peak. If it was, he would have noticed that she veered to the bed for a split second to pick up something before following him to the door of the bathing chamber. Watching him bend over the huge tub, she muttered "I'm sorry" before closing the door as he whirled around in surprise, locking it and jamming the shuriken into the mechanism effectively trapping her guard into the bathroom. Turning around, she ran to the main door, followed by an angry roar knowing he wouldn't be trapped for long.

Around the same time, on a different part of the ship, a very distinguished visitor was disembarking her own vessel. The females on either side of her were in full armor, as always ready for anything. They were wound tighter than an ancient hunting bow. It amused Dahi'ra to no end... to think of doing something so completely out of character and infinitely ridicules, like for instance jumping into a fishing pool in one of the green chambers, or something so simple as yelling "boo" would probably make their helmeted heads explode. Trilling silently to herself, she shook her head at her thoughts. She hadn't thought anything like that in ages. She was very young, when she was appointed to High Matriarch, possibly the youngest ever at only 90cycles.

A few amusing memories intruded in the last week, mostly of Selt'ox and her doing the most outrageous things as young-bloods. One such memory was a few years after she was appointed to her position and Slet'ox came to the conclusion that they needed to have one last adventure before they were both consumed by duties to their people. They had stolen one of the smaller ships and went in search for a hunting ground off planet. What they forgot to do however; was make sure the craft was fully fueled before leaving. Needles to say they were both floating in space for almost a week before they were rescued… Even now, she couldn't bring herself to be properly contrite when she thought of it. The adventure wasn't what they intended, but it was great fun for her. She was without lessons and duties, without work and worries or orders for almost a week, and even now, after so many decades have passed, she fondly remembered the whole debacle of the Failed Hunt. Sighing, she would miss Selt'ox's old hide.

At the start of her reign she had hated being escorted by guards and hounded by everyone who needed everything. Never having a single moment alone or to do as she pleased, even the decision to go hunting by herself was taken away and forbidden on the day she became who and what she was now. She had earned respect very early on. One would think the reason for being chosen was that she had numerous kills and trophies under her belt. The reality however was not only the quantity, but also the intelligence of strategy. Being smarter than the rest and being able to learn and teach by example and understanding was an extremely valuable quality. Everyone knows how to kill. It takes much more to lead. In this culture, one didn't have to be born into any type of royalty or line to inherit the title of High Matriarch, or any title for that matter. What was never said or spoken though; was how taxing it could be sometimes, to be what everyone expects and demands, making decisions for a whole race could make even the strongest of creatures gray at the temples. But, as time passed and knowledge as well as experience grew, she had learned to be efficient and more importantly at ease with her life and its winding paths.

As the door in front of her opened, she was surprised that they had reached the Elders quarters in such a short time. Stepping into the room, she was strangely aware of everything in it, especially the young-blood jumping to his feet at the head table, folding his frame into the appropriate greeting. Everything in the room was basically the same as always, only a few knick knacks here there spoke of who it belonged to now. Walking around the room, she noticed that the new Elder was still in his bowed position. Nodding inwardly, she was pleased at his show of respect and affirmation of her authority over him. Stopping in front of him she spoke in her most authoritative tone "Rise Ke'varde"

Standing, he gave a slight nod before speaking "Welcome. I hope your journey was pleasant?" Waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, Dahi'ra stepped past him and sat down at the table. She was about to tell him to get her a drink, when a glass was placed in front of her, trilling she commented "You have promise youngling." Nodding, the Elder sat across from her, before he could ask why she had come, she spoke first "I trust there have been no problems?" Giving her a look, Ke'vardes mind first jumped to Cat and their strained situation, but there was no way the High Matriarch would know about any of this so soon… Noticing the question in his eyes, she continued "I am asking if there had been any challenges or other… occurrences against you?" grunting, he shook his head no. Before he could say anything more, she continued without hesitation "Good. You would not have been my first choice as Elder, but you are suitable and I trust Avi'rens judgment implicitly. Now to a more festive topic…" he was fervently hoping she wouldn't get into, what his gut told him was coming "The last time I spoke with Selt'ox, he had mentioned that you and Cat had decided to be bonded. I wish to be present at the ceremony and if your female will allow, to conduct it." The last part sounding more like an order then a request, she waited for his answer.

Ke'varde on the other hand, was trying to figure out what to tell her about what had occurred between Cat and himself only a few hours ago. Ultimately he decided the truth would be best. Stalling for time, he stood and refilled their glasses taking a few slow sips to gather his thoughts, hoping a hard meat invasion would occur to stop this conversation. He knew the High Matriarch and Cat had formed some sort of friendship and he wasn't sure how the former would take the news of the latter's confinement "Cat and I…we have decided to postpone the ceremony until a more appropriate time. The events of the past week have been trying and it will take some time for the Clan to recover…to get used to the idea." Her raised hand stopped him from more fumbling, noticing her narrow eyed look he had the urge to explain in more confusing detail, but discarded that notion as she spoke "What happened?" Not waiting for an explanation, she decided to find the ooman and have them both explain themselves. As soon as she rose, he knew where they were going and why. Sighing, he followed resigning himself to seeing Cat sooner then he'd thought. Hoping she was more rational after a few hours alone and knowing he was an idiot for the thought. His ooman was nothing if not determined and right now she was determined to be stubborn.

Cat was trying to look nonchalant as she maneuvered the winding halls of the ship hoping that no one would stop her and question why she was out of her quarters. She didn't think of her little trick as defiance, though another, one would argue more rational part of her mind knew it was exactly that. Pushing the unpleasant thoughts out of her head she smiled at the few Yautja she passed, their behavior was as distanced and polite as always and yet she couldn't help the tremor of unease that shook her. Her mind jumping to extremes imagining that they knew what she'd done and were right now communicating it to His Royal Pain. So distracted, she barely noticed the procession coming toward her as she stepped around a bend. It took her a moment to actually recognize who was walking toward her. As soon as she did her legs stopped her dead and she couldn't help but stare at the party about twenty five feet away, with admittedly a rather guilty expression on her face.

She absentmindedly nodded to Dahi'ra, all the while staring past her and her flanking guards to the warrior a few steps behind and to her left. Taking in his rigid stance and thunderous expression, she could do nothing to prevent the grin that widened her lips "He looks so yummy when he's furious" about to blurt that out, she was stopped by the High Matriarch's fond voice "There you are! I was just coming to see you little one. How ar-" the words stopped abruptly as a Yautja came careening around the same tight corner Cat just maneuvered and almost crashed into the opposite wall in his haste and remarkable speed. Everyone, except Cat turned surprised eyes at him, hers only glanced at him and quickly closed in apprehension, a pained and embarrassed moan escaping her. The Yautja in question righted himself with all the grace he could muster while glaring daggers in the oomans direction. Growling, he turned his eyes on his Elder "Forgive my failure Elder. The little serpent tricked me. I could do nothing to stop her escape." as he spoke, he grabbed and secured the oomans hands behind her back intent to drag her back to her quarters as soon as the Elder gave the command. To her credit Cat didn't flinch at the painful grip, she was completely focused on Ke'varde and what he would say. Would he embarrass her further in front of the High Matriarch? She highly doubted he would drop to his knees and beg forgives for imprisoning her in the first place. The image was so fanciful it almost made her laugh.

Watching her from a narrow eyed gaze Ke'varde couldn't help it when his eyes wandered all over her. He couldn't ignore the defiant tilt of her head or the proud posture she maintained under the circumstances. Nor could he have ignored the hungry look she gave him when she first saw him. Her hunger matched his own, but he would not let her or anyone see it. Especially not until she discarded the ridicules notions she'd gotten into her head that led to this moment, growling a terse "Release her." The guard did so reluctantly and when Ke'varde saw her rub her red wrists, his glare turned to the guard with the force of a plasma blast. The suddenly nervous Yautja decided he wasn't needed any longer and almost ran away.

No one broke the first few minutes of silence that seemed to engulf the whole ship. Dahi'ra was far too amused by the couple staring at each other to break it or their gazes with talk. She had a pretty good idea of what was going on from the conversation before, the lack of it now and the glares and glances that were exchanged. Coming to a decision, she silently signaled her guards for privacy, waiting until they moved away a distance before she spoke in Cats direction "Why were you confined to quarters child?" they both startled as her voice washed over them and it took a moment for Cat to catch the question, now that she wasn't lost in his eyes "What? Oh" risking a glance at Ke'varde again, she was oddly disappointed that he'd turned his attention away from her so successfully. Clearing her suddenly dry throat she answered "I wanted to go see…a friend and the Elder disagreed with me. I wanted to go alone and he thinks it is too dangerous, that I cannot take care of myself." Ke'varde didn't refute the last part or comment on her avoidance to tell the High Matriarch everything, he only stared ahead in silence. Dahi'ra was no fool either. She'd read the reports, saw the holo-vids and knew exactly who Cat wanted to see and speak to. She also knew of the relationship Cat and Selt'ox had built before he'd died and she also knew of the desire for truth and justice. Looking at both of them she concluded that her decision was wise, clicking "I am leaving tomorrow morning for the home planet." Carefully observing them both she directed her words to Cat "And you will come with me little one." The tone left no room for misapprehension. It was an order, not a question.

To Cat the words were incomprehensible, her mind was reeling. She couldn't leave! Not now, not when she finally found a home and Kevarde. Not when only a few weeks ago she was deliriously happy, when she agreed to be his life mate, when she had begun to hope for family and children. Swiveling her head to his direction, she was shocked that he hadn't even uttered a protest, he didn't even move. His indifference was almost a physical blow and it made her furious!

If she had looked a few seconds sooner she would have noticed his whole body flinch and protest rule his rigid stance, his first instinct had been to roar his displeasure and put his foot down, making it clear that she belonged to him and she would stay with him! In the end he could not do any of what his whole being urged him to. The High Matriarch had spoken and she would be obeyed. It rankled. Occupied by boring a hole through his superior with his eyes, he didn't notice Cats glare or the sadness that was quickly being replaced by anger. What irritated him even more was when instead of being defiant as she usually was, Cat spoke calmly to the traitorous matriarch "For how long?" his temperature grew when she avoided his gaze. Interpreting his mate's words and behavior as calm acceptance he bowed to Dahi'ra "You will excuse me" not waiting for her permission and not wanting to hear any more, he stalked down the hall. He was going to maim someone in the training halls.

She couldn't sleep. Cat knew what she wanted, who was missing. She hadn't seen him since the hallway, when he had walked away from her and what they had. Dinner had been a tedious affair of fake laughter, strenuous conversation and forced smiles, every time someone entered her heart leapt hoping. She missed him. Leaving tomorrow would tear her apart. True the opportunity would give her time to focus on finding the truth, but it would also take her away from what she needed. And yes, she did need him. She could admit it, even when her self reliance rebelled at the notion, her heart knew better. Throwing off the fur, she murmured "my heart knows better" standing, she moved to the main door, out and through the silent dark halls to stop in front of a much larger door. She half expected the guards who stood on either side of it to deny her entry, she was glad when they didn't so much as acknowledge her presence. Reaching a hand out to touch the button that would open the panel, her confidence faltered before she could make contact. Whispered doubts rose in her head, that this wasn't a good idea, that he wouldn't want to see her, that she was being a fool. She killed them before they could multiply, pushed the button and went in.

Ke'vared was exhausted and in pain, taking off his clothing and string of trophies, he eased himself into the hot water and finally begun to relax. Thankfully he didn't have any broken bones, but his flesh was scraped, bruised and torn in several places. He had fought viciously with his sparring partners, but with no thought or control to his movements, that's why he'd been beaten five times out of seven. Closing his eyes and sinking deeper into the water, he couldn't help but be disgusted with himself; he'd relied solely on instinct in almost every fight, it was like he'd never had any training or knowledge at all. His thoughts went to the hallway, letting lose an irritated growl he pushed them out of his mind. He would go insane if he kept replaying the scene. Concentrating on his breathing, he was finally able to clear his mind.

That's how she found him. In the pool, his back to her, arms outstretched on either side, he looked like he was sleeping and peacefully too, The Rat. She suddenly didn't want to disturb him, and knew she was looking for a cowardly way out, backing up a carefully silent step, she almost shrieked when he spoke lazily "Care to join me?" Narrowing her eyes for a second, she put one hand on her hip and the other she examined; sounding bored "Did you know it was me? Or were you expecting someone else?" she didn't know why she was being catty other than that she was angry and he pushed her buttons. She pretended not to notice when he turned around. Watching her indifference, he bristled. Standing, he walked out of the pool, naked as the day he was born. Satisfied when her eyes widened and roamed him, stopping at his bruises and cuts, her expression changed to concern and her hands fell to her sides, her voice was soft "What happened to you?" examining his front injuries with her gaze, her fingers itched to caress each, she didn't, though the desire to do so was almost overwhelming. Looking into his face, she gasped. He knew what she saw as he took slow steps forward and she matched his steps back, her eyes grew unbelievably round and a shiver shook her frame. He looked every inch a savage predator the look in his eyes scorched her skin and made her palms sweat. Bumping her back into a cool wall, she knew she was trapped even before he leveled his hands on either side of her head, his low voice was halfway between a growl and a purr "Do you want to know, how I knew it was you Catherine?" She opened her mouth to tell him yes or no, or something, but her voice wouldn't work. Tilting his head into her neck he was careful not to touch her, he breathed in and spoke in that strange mix of sounds that made her tremble "Your scent is unmistakable. Uniquely your own and it drives me wild." Bending his knee, he moved lower, between her breasts and repeated the action of smelling her scent, watching as the skin of her cleavage turned bumpy and her breasts rose and fell faster "No one smells like you. You smell sweet like the green forest when you are pleased and then when you get angry it changes a fraction and you add spice to you aroma, it reminds me of the turbulent ocean on your planet." If he'd looked up at that moment he would see her lips tremble, his words were the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard, though her expression changed to shock when he actually went lower and inhaled. It took him a moment longer to speak and this time the voice was as low throaty purr "And then there is this, your desire. It's a constant that would drive every Yautja here to your bed if you so wished. When your desire is dormant, it is simply a part of you, but when you are stimulated, it grows powerful and it calls to me Catherine, it makes me want to touch you constantly so it can intensify, it makes me lose my mind and my priorities." Standing he watched her as she tried to gather her lost composure, she was frowning and he almost asked her why. Then like magic, her expression cleared and she reached for him. Before he knew it, her hands and lips were everywhere caressing, nails scratching, mouth kissing, tongue licking…She had her legs around his hips, her back pressed to the wall and her breathing was coming in short gasps. He held her firm and secure, his own hands caressing from the back of her knees to her rear, the path repeated time and again, going higher and lower, sometimes gentle and at times almost bruising. She loved all of it, tearing herself away from the inviting skin of his neck, she gasped when he brushed her center with his fingers "Clothes, too much clothes!" agreeing with a low growl, he grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it down the middle. She had the fleeting thought that she should be angry for that, it took her hours to sew it. It was forgotten the instant his mandibles opened and he latched his mouth on her exposed breast. Almost the whole of it was suckled in and the feeling was explosive. His small teeth gently pricked and scraped all around, she thought she would die from the amazing sensations and then she felt his lean wet tongue flick and circle her nipple and she almost lost her mind moaning "Oh my God! Ohh yes again!" she grabbed his head and pushed her chest into his face as far as it could go. He could barely breathe, the way she was clinging to him, but he didn't care, though he almost saw stars when her hips rocked into his. Letting go of her sweet flesh with a pop, he attacked her other breast with the same vigor, making her twist and writhe, he couldn't help but growl in his throat as her hips started gyrating her slick heat over his hardness "Ke'varde please! I need to- ooh" His iron control was savagely tested when she started to move faster and moan louder seeking her release. Moving his hands to cup her rear he helped her movements by adding strength to them and at the same time moving his hips forward pressing her firmly against his shaft every time her own rolled. With so much mind blowing stimulation on every part of her, Cats orgasm hit her out of nowhere with intensity, her whole body shook and her throaty moan almost turned into a scream. Loosening her death grip on Ke'vardes head, she would have dropped to the floor if he wasn't holding her, her whole body felt like goo. Releasing her breast from his mouth he purred "We're not done yet pet" keeping the rumbling purr, he moved his hand to stroke her wet folds, then her nub of nerves that made her breath hitch in her throat. It wasn't long before she could feel her body come alive again. This time he entered her slowly, and Cat could feel herself stretch to accommodate him, it always felt amazing. Gliding her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, she scrapped her nails down his chest, feeling him shudder, she moaned with delight when he was fully sheathed, he growled his pleasure. Rocking her hips, she watched as his eyes closed almost in pain, his breathing was shallow and his warning growl primal "If you keep doing that…I won't be gentle" she though back on their love making and though it was always fantastic, right now, it needed to be different, something more. She waited for him to open his eyes, before whispering "Then don't be" confirming her words with the motion of sliding up and down over him like a belly dancer, before she could finish her descent, he placed her hands on his shoulders and her own firmly against the wall. Growling, he began to move slowly first, then with more broad penetrating strokes. It drove Cat insane, her legs tightened around him, her nails dug into his neck and shoulder and her hips moved with him stroke for stroke. Their breathing was getting harder, she couldn't tear her eyes from him and still she knew he was holding back. Lifting her hand to his scalp, she wove her fingers into his dreads "More please Ke'varde! Show me ooh…more!" starting to feel a tightening in her stomach, she leaned forward and bit his neck, all the while moving her fingers on his scalp, pressing and lightly tugging on his sensitive dreads. His control snapped like a twig and with a roar he grabbed her hips, his claws dug into her flesh and her back slammed into the wall. She didn't feel any of that, she felt like she was riding fire and lightning. Each thrust was almost painful and yet exquisite, every loud slapping elemental sound their bodies made, made her more wild and primitive. Her mind stopped working, only raw instinct was left and her own animalistic growls matched his. She chanted his name, that she wanted more and every profanity mixed with god's name she knew, both were mindless to everything except reaching something. Movements became hurried, frantic and erratic, breathing was almost nonexistent, and sweat was dripping from limbs, dreads and hair. Biting, scratching, licking, kissing, thrusting, moaning, everything blurred into one glorious goal…And then it happened, Cats whole being tightened, a suspended breath and then lightning struck. And it was like nothing she had ever experienced; pain and pleasure, it made her sob and scream. Ke'varde felt her clamp around him and then quiver and shake, and her whole body followed suit. The feeling was too much. In a deafening roar, his own body followed, first going rigid then his strokes became jerky and uncontrolled and her body too didn't stop its movements, milking him until he had nothing left to give. The feelings, sensations and roaring left him breathless and frankly almost dead. Neither of them knew how or when they ended up on the floor in a heap of tangled limbs. Minutes or was it hours that passed before the warrior could stand on solid feet, picking Cat up he moved them to the bed where the lovemaking started again, and again until they were both too exhausted to do anything more than sleep.

Snuggled beside him, she watched like mesmerized her hand on his chest rise and fall with his deep even breathing, she couldn't help the sadness that invaded her time with him. Her mind whirled with excuses to stay and reasons to go. None of which seemed really important in the peaceful darkness and warmth of the furs. She would have to leave his side very soon, Dahi'ra would be no doubt looking for her within minutes. She didn't want last night and these moments ruined by questions and speculations. Carefully untangling herself from his grip, she could feel her eyes sting with tears. Getting up from the bed, she furiously blinked them away, though it didn't help when she leaned over him to press a soft kiss, a few salty regrets escaped. Whispering "Goodbye my love" she didn't dare touch him again, even though every fiber in her demanded it. She couldn't bear talking to him or seeing his beautiful eyes angry and disappointed. She couldn't help but feel miserable sneaking away like this. As the doors whished closed behind her, the sound didn't seem amusing anymore, it somehow sounded like the swoosh of a guillotine in its finality.

When Ke'varde woke up, he would already know she was gone. The silence would be deafening and the scent of her would enrage his emotions. The memories of their time together would serve as a cruel torture over the coming months. And the Clan would silently wonder what had happened between the ooman and the Elder to make her leave like a coward in the night. No one would, however, mention anything and her name would become a whispered memory because the clan would learn that in mentioning her, they gained extra duties with the Elders displeasure. He would leave with a hunting party to some distant planet for weeks at a time, coming back with tales he would not share and trophies that to him meant as little as dust. He would grow to be efficient, fair and grueling, and to some the blame would be laid at the oomans feet and her name thought of as a curse….

The sequel is Hunters and Treasures :D

Love, Dijana.

P.S. pleaaaaaseeee review ;)