Chrysalis Tribulations

By M.L. Lacy

The exciting saga continues, as Bree’s eyes are opening to unimagined possibilities. Reunited with her soul mate, Steven, and her protectors Bradley, Billy and Rick, she journey’s through a realm she is only now beginning to comprehend. Challenges abound, as she contends with the jealousies of her new status, from Madalyn and the two newest members of her clan. As tensions escalate, the dynamics within her new family are enough to rock her world. And if that wasn’t enough to contend with, Esmeralda, her arch nemesis who desires nothing more than to wipe Bree from the face of the earth, holds nothing back as she strikes out at Bree’s family and friends.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.L. Lacy
• Release date: Aug 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476427546

M.L. Lacy

M.L. Lacy is the author of the Chrysalis Series (The Awakening, Tribulations, and Trepidation) and the upcoming Starburst Series. M.L. Lacy was awarded the first place in the Rebecca's Read's 2010 Written Art Award for her book The Awakening in the Fiction: Science Fiction/Fantasy Category.

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Chapter 1

November 2007

Esmeralda’s Office at the Council Building

Esmeralda stood at the window in her office and watched a tall figure approach. His velvet cloak shimmered in the sunlight and the air he stirred by his quick stride caused it to billow wildly behind him as he approached the steps.

He’s early, she thought. Admirable. She noted his broad shoulders, the way he held himself. His stride was purposeful, confident. That’s a pleasant change. A gust of wind ruffled his sandy blond hair when he reached the top landing, then she lost sight of him.

She walked back to her desk, sat, and began looking for something to do. She would make him wait until the appointed time. He would learn to follow her schedule. She was in charge and he needed to understand that, just as Thomas followed her orders, so would he.

The communication orb on her oak desk pulsed yellow and the young voice of her assistant emanated from it.

My lady, Marcus DeLeon has arrived.

She glanced toward the door. He’s early. Have him wait, offer him some refreshments, but watch him. Let’s see how much patience he has. Oh, and Jonathan, ensure the eyes can see.

***

Jonathan pressed the earpiece he wore as he listened to the instructions, then smiled and addressed their visitor, Mr. DeLeon, my lady is attending to Council business at this time and asks you to please be patient. Can I offer you some tea, coffee, or water?

Do you know who I am? Marcus asked casually.

Yes. Jonathan wrinkled his forehead in confusion of his question. You’re our ten-thirty appointment.

Marcus leaned forward, resting his fists on the desk. His gray eyes darkened, but his thin lips formed a small smile as he asked, "Do you know what I am?"

Jonathan swallowed. Yes, you’re a vampire. Clearly, he did not understand where this line of questioning was going.

Then you know I do not thirst for tea, coffee, or water.

The confused look on Jonathan’s face turned to one of recognition. Of course, how rude of me. Do you prefer it warm or cold?

Warm, it is most enjoyable when it’s warm. Marcus walked toward a leather chair in the waiting area, sat, and crossed his leg. He drew a case from his vest pocket, extracted a slim cigarillo, and lit it. The smoke curled lazily upward.

Jonathan opened a cabinet door behind his desk and withdrew a blood pack, placed it in the microwave and after it reached the right temperature, he poured it into a crystal glass and walked toward Marcus. He coughed as he breathed in a whiff of the smoke when he handed their guest his precious red liquid.

With a smug smile, Marcus took another draw on the cigarillo. Does this bother you?

No, Jonathan said through another cough, not in the least. He went back to his desk and indiscreetly moved the crystal dragon that sat on the corner of it, ensuring the eyes were facing Marcus before he took his seat and resumed his work.

***

Esmeralda sat at her computer. With a few keystrokes, she had a clear view of her outer lobby, and her guest. She leaned forward and rested her elbow on the desk, then placed her chin in the palm of her hand.

She watched as he swirled the remaining portion of the precious liquid in the glass before he downed it in one large swallow. She saw his satisfied smile as he licked his lips, not allowing any of the refreshment to go to waste.

His relaxed manner made her uneasy. Smug. I don’t know if I like that. He’ll be a challenge. However, I do enjoy a good challenge. Turn this way, I want to see your eyes, she coaxed. She knew he couldn’t hear her, but she coaxed him just the same.

However, he did turn. He stared straight at the dragon, giving her a direct view of his dark gray eyes, and they were not happy.

She pushed back from her desk, unnerved by his action.

Just my imagination. He cannot possibly know I am watching him…but those are strong eyes. He will complete his mission. Oh yes, he will end her life.

This bit of knowledge began to excite her and she allowed a smile to light her face as she smoothed her hair, straightened her robes, and moistened her lips. She lightly tapped the orb and spoke softly, Jonathan, I am available now. Please show our guest in.

She remained seated at her desk, shuffling papers and putting them into neat piles. When she heard the door open, she looked up and smiled. Marcus. She stood and extended her hand as she moved to greet him. I’m so pleased you came. Sorry you had to wait. Council business…you understand.

He said nothing as he accepted her hand with a bow and a quick kiss to the ring on her finger, then stood straight and waited for her to sit before he took his seat in front of her desk.

I have gone over your proposal. Everything is in order and I would like to offer the mission to you starting in December. Do you have any objections? she asked as she met his eyes with a sweet smile.

I thought you wanted this done now. Why December? I can have this over in a week’s time. She is a mere human. Your man, Thomas, should have taken care of this some time ago. I’m not a patient person when there are others wanting my services.

Thomas has been with me a long time. He has assured me he will finish the job. However, I’m tired of waiting. I will only give him one more month and then the task will be yours. Her jaw tightened as she drew in a hard breath. I want the child gone before year’s end—and, I have thrown in a bonus.

A bonus? And what would that be? he asked as he crossed his legs.

She relaxed in her chair, knowing she had his attention. She crossed her legs and rested her arm on the chair. Her foot bounced as she stared at him. Thomas has until the end of this month to bring me the child. If he does not, you will bring me Thomas and I will take his heart, among other things. I will torture him, she said dryly as her eyes pierced his. "I will torture him, not you. I want him to know how much he has displeased me. I want you to bring me the child, and I prefer her alive. I want him to watch me cut her heart out before I take his life. Thomas is your bonus. You may even have his clan, all of them. I’m sure you will find his females desirable."

Why would I want his females? I have my own.

Then do with them as you wish. I don’t care, but I want his clan destroyed.

That will cost more, he informed her. My contract with you was for the girl.

I will double your price. Now, do we have a deal?

He sat relaxed in his chair as his eyes bore into hers, trying to read the deep thoughts she held close. I know a great deal about Thomas. He’s a strong male, a formidable opponent. Surely there is a reason why this has dragged on as long as it has.

She studied his face, analyzing which facial feature she liked best. His jaw muscles were relaxed and his square chin gave him a strong appearance. His dark eyes were still angry, but they excited her. His tanned skin glowed with mistaken warmth of a body she knew was as cold as Thomas’. Yet, she could see herself in his arms, her fingers tangled in his hair, his lips pressed to hers. She imagined how soft they’d be, how his kisses would be intense and pleasurable.

Thomas… she stopped to choose her words carefully. The child has an uncanny way of softening the hearts of those around her. He is no exception. He’s just like any other man that has watched over his prey for so very long. It’s my fault actually. I allowed it to continue. I thought him stronger, but I was wrong and she was able to use her magic to gain his love. Oh, be sure, she has bewitched him as she does with all her men, but Thomas has assured me he will succeed. She gave Marcus the sweetest pity me smile she could muster. However, like I said, Thomas has been with me for a very long time and I have a desire for him to succeed. I want him back in the fold, she pouted. Her pout turned to a wicked smile as her violet eyes took a menacing hold over him, and suddenly her voice turned angry. I want this deed done by year’s end. My patience has run thin. I want it over with and you will not mention the ‘bonus’ portion of our contract to anyone.

Thirty-two years is a long time to wait. He grinned wickedly. You have nothing to fear—the child will not soften my resolve. He rested his elbows on the arms of the chair and pressed the tips of his fingers together, flexing them. And if Thomas should succeed in killing her, what of my payment?

She picked up the contract and held it in her hands. I will pay you either way. As long as she dies, I’ll be happy and I will pay for that happiness. I can be very generous when I’m in a good mood. She continued to smile her wicked smile. And you do want me happy, I can assure you. She took a pen from the top drawer of her desk and started to sign the contract, but stopped for his assurance. Do we have a deal? With a simple nod of his head, she signed her name to the bottom of the contract—sealing Bree’s fate, as well as Thomas’.

Ft. Worth, TX — November 2007

Bree’s three-story home sat far back from the main road. Tall trees lined one side of the long gravel lane that wound its way toward the circular driveway in front of the massive home.

The wide porch wrapped around the house. From one side it expanded into a large deck in the back, and the other side stopped at the garage. Rocking chairs and swings lined the porch to make several comfortable sitting areas. Flower baskets hung from the rails and all were in need of a little attention.

The deck extended the complete width of the back of the house, making it large enough to hold five large picnic tables with umbrellas anchored to the hardwood tables to keep them from being flung into the air by the Texas winds. A multitude of lounge chairs, rockers, and wicker chairs afforded ample seating for her growing clan.

Large rock boulders sat as the base of her home. Texas limestone intermixed with granite, river rock, and heavy, dark wood gave the structure the sturdiness the frame needed to bear the weight of such a big home.

The large entryway supported a rustic chandelier. An oval mirror was on one wall, and a matching-sized oil painting of a field of Texas bluebonnets hung on the other. Hardwood floors, polished to a glossy sheen, led the way to the wide staircase that seemed to vanish into the ceiling. The entrance area, the kitchen, and the upstairs guest bedroom were the extent of Bree’s decorating choices for her rustic home. Nick, her ex-husband, had insisted the decor be Victorian, and when Nick insisted on something, she’d learned the hard way to let him have his way.

The rooms of the home were huge. There were six guest bedrooms, two were on the first floor, the other four were on the second floor, and each guest bedroom had its own bath. The master bedroom took the entire length of the other side of the second floor. The third floor was one large entertainment room, complete with theater, pool tables, an old rustic bar, and game machines.

It was entirely too large a home for two people, and she was at a loss to explain why her grandmother had been so insistent on her buying this home when she married Nick, and why she now needed to hang on to it. At one time, she was able to imagine it filled with children, her own and those of her cousins. Unfortunately, because of her accident in early February, none of the children would be hers.

The sun was bright and warm, and the winds were calm, but two rockers on the front porch rocked slowly back and forth, as two misty forms sat in them.

She’ll be home soon, Winston. The words floated from his lips on a breath of air and his tall wispy frame melded into the chair. He still sported the scratchy beard he’d had at the time of his death. His weatherworn cowboy hat still sat atop his head and he still chewed on his favorite pipe, the tobacco long gone. I hope they was successful, gettin’ those two back together, he spoke in a lazy tone. She needs watchin’, takin’ care of. We kin only do so much, sittin’ here. Can’t hold nothin’, can’t stop nothin’. His gaze kept watch along the tree line—alert to anything that moved in the woods that shouldn’t.

I know, Jake, I know. Their eyes can’t see what we see. They’ll be back and he’ll be with her and so will the clan. They will keep her safe. I so miss my granddaughter, it’ll be good to see her smile again. Winston’s words came with such longing.

In life, he’d been a tall man with broad shoulders and large strong hands, and strong facial features. In death, he’d remained the same, but the strength was gone from his arms and hands. He couldn’t grab and hold. If he could, he would have choked the life out of Nick a long time ago, but his hands passed right through him each time he’d tried to stop him from striking Bree. He could taste the hate he had for Nick. It was the only taste he remembered from his life and he knew it well. His anger whipped the small amount of wind into a fury.

Winston, calm yer self. I know you’re thinkin ‘bout the boy again. Ain’t nothin’ you kin do. What’s done is done. Let the dead lie still, Jake advised as he took a drag from the tobacco-less pipe.

That’s just it—he’s not dead. I wish to the spirits he was. If I had been alive, he never would have gotten to her. She would have married Steven a long time ago. I’d be damned if we would have succumbed to their demands. My granddaughter, she’s a stubborn one. Hell, you would have thought she had my blood as stubborn as she is. He smiled at his memories of watching her through his misty eyes as she grew into a beautiful young woman.

All in time. Once she comes home, she’ll do us right. The spell will lift and then we kin talk with the livin’. You kin talk to yer granddaughter. Say yer ‘goodbye’ to yer woman and we kin move on. Mill’s suffer’d long ‘nough. Time to let ‘er go.

Millie, he smiled her name. Ah, that she has. She needed me though, and I couldn’t help. Thankfully, we had strong grandsons and they have been a blessing. Millie needed them and they have never let her down. My two sons grew weak, fearful. Never thought I’d see the day, he laughed his haunting laugh. Time we made the rounds. I think I saw a dark mist slithering around the creek last night. Their presence is becoming more apparent. Her clan will need to stay vigilant.

They floated on the breeze, guiding their wispy forms toward the woods and out of sight.

The rockers settled and the stillness grew as a dark shadow rounded the corner of the home, looking for a small crack in the foundation to meld into, but finding nothing, it moved back toward the woods and out of sight.

Late Night at the Royal Castle — November 2007

Esmeralda sat in the dimly lit room of the Gathering Hall, waiting for Thomas. She sipped her drink, letting the liquor warm her throat, quieting her anger.

The door to the room opened as the clock chimed the midnight hour and Thomas entered quietly. He didn’t bother to avoid her stare, nor did he attempt an apology for the lateness of the hour as he lifted his wrap to the cloak hook.

His long, coal black hair shimmered in the low light. His face remained placid as he walked to the bar, filled a glass with ice, and poured whiskey into it. His jaw clenched and his hand tightened around the glass. He closed his eyes and gave demand to every muscle in his body to relax before he downed the drink in one swallow.

In resignation, he set the glass down, poured another drink, then turned and leaned against the bar. He crossed his arms and studied her as she sat with her back to him. The room remained quiet, and he would have preferred it stay that way, but he knew that wasn’t to be. He pushed himself away from the bar, took his drink, and quietly approached her. Delicately, the tips of his fingers raised her chin so he could look into her eyes.

Are you upset with me Essie?

You’re late. You have kept me waiting and I don’t like it when people keep me waiting. I do hope you have a good reason.

Is doing my job reason enough? he asked softly, trying to soothe her ruffled feathers.

It is if you have something to tell me. Do you have something to tell me? Does the child live? She laughed as she stood and pushed by him and as she walked to the bar, she said, Of course she still lives. Why would I think any differently? Resigned to those words, she refilled her drink, leaned against the bar, and glared at him.

He suppressed a grin. Essie, these things take time. You want it done right, don’t you? You don’t want others to suspect you of killing her, do you? Everyone knows your... he paused, grinning his sexy grin, dislike for her. You made your feelings quite clear in Vegas. If you remember, I counseled you on that. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass. I told you not to have her appear before the Council, but you did not heed my warning and now I have to tread lightly. I have to keep the fingers pointing away from you. He watched her as he took a drink.

She held her gaze on him for a long moment as she tried to decide if he was being honest with her. "So what is your plan?"

I have had them followed—the clan has returned home. The protection her family had placed on her home is still solid. We can’t enter without being invited, and her clan will never leave her by herself. We must wait for them to slip. She’s engaged to Steven now. He knew that would bring anger to those violet eyes of hers and he found pleasure in that.

"That union must not take place, do you hear me? I want her dead, and I don’t care if fingers point at me," she spewed.

Essie, what does it matter if she’s engaged? She can’t bond to him until after she has gained her powers. What does it hurt to let them marry?

"I do not want her happy, I want to be happy. And do you know what would make me happy? She waited but he didn’t answer. Her death, damn you. When she’s gone, none can oppose me. My followers have grown. I have even asked to meet with the new elven leader, the one that leads the Dragoons. She shook her head, ‘Dragoons.’ You would think they could come up with a better name to call themselves. She paused, looking at him for some indication that he was even listening to her. I think his name is Broderick."

"Essie, you would do well to know his name before you meet with him, he advised. Has he responded to your request?"

Not yet, but I am confident I will hear from him shortly.

You’re confident? his eyes narrowed. Why do you wish to meet with him anyway? What could he possibly offer you?

His loyalty for one, she answered.

He choked back a laugh. "His loyalty? That, you will never gain. Broderick is loyal to no one and it’s dangerous for you to meet with him."

How sweet of you to care, she said sarcastically and moved closer to him. She noticed the faint smell of a woman’s perfume that lingered on his clothes. Why Thomas, this is not a familiar smell to me…has Sylvia changed perfume?

The corner of his mouth curled. No, I told you I was working. He saw the slight glint of surprise flash in her eyes, and he smiled an inward smile. He needed her insecurities to grow—she’d be easier to manipulate.

I met with Marcus DeLeon, she said in a nonchalant tone. Thomas took a slow sip of his drink. I’m very tempted to take his offer—keep the fingers from pointing at you as well, my love. She ran her hand along his jawline. Everyone knows you work for me. They will suspect you, but if someone else was to destroy her and her families... she let her words trail off, letting him come to his own conclusion.

He’d heard of Marcus. The man had the reputation of being a ruthless rogue. His loyalties were to the highest bidder, on either side. How sweet of you to care for my safety, Essie, but I started the job and I will see it through. He finished his drink and set the glass down, then wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. I always finish what I start.

He pressed his lips hard to hers, drawing her even closer. She didn’t struggle, and by the way her fingers grabbed his shirt, he knew he could take her to his bed and have his pleasure. Instead, he finished his kiss and ran his finger gently over her lips. Goodnight, Esmeralda.

Her eyes flashed in anger. She slapped him hard across the face as she pushed away from him.

Amused by her display of the human emotions she detested, he smoothed his hand along his jaw, a placating attempt to act out the scene, and walked toward the door. After retrieving his cloak, he opened the door, turned, and informed her, I have business to attend to. I’ll see you tomorrow.

She screamed her displeasure and hurled her glass at him, but he quickly stepped outside and closed the door. He heard the glass shatter when it made contact with the hard wood.

Your time will come, my dear. She will beat you and I will be there to see it, his thoughts sang.

Chapter 2

Bree’s Story

I watched the morning light dance across the ceiling as I lay in our bed listening to the birds sing their sweet songs. I wanted all my mornings to be like this—quiet and relaxed. I knew they wouldn’t be, but that’s what I wanted.

I could sense Steven was waking from his nightly meditation, so I rolled on my side and propped myself up on my elbow and waited for his beautiful brown eyes to open and for him to smile at me.

After a few minutes, his eyelids fluttered, then he drew a deep breath and stretched beneath the blankets.

Morning sunshine. How’d you sleep? he asked as he cracked one eye open.

I smiled down at him. He grinned and raised his arm over his head so I could lean into him. I put my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around me and I listened to the special tone he held in his chest for me. He described it as his contentment, something all vampires do when they are in a satisfied state. I preferred to call it a purr.

Extremely well, I said.

Good. He gently rolled me on my back, kissed me, and made love to me as the morning light came waltzing softly into our room.

***

I was making breakfast when Steven came into the kitchen and handed me the phone. Your other love, he said and I handed him his special drink.

Hello, I said, thinking it was Bradley, but when I heard the sweet voice of Timmy, Billy’s young son, I smiled, Well, hi sweetie, how are you?

Steven grinned in response to my one-way conversation.

No, we won’t be here that long...well of course I miss you. I winked at Steven, gave him a kiss, then handed him a knife so he could butter the toast. No, I haven’t forgotten...yes, a promise is a promise and I do try to keep mine. I flipped the eggs, Steven poured the coffee, and I stole another kiss. No, I’m at the cabin...because we are having our house redone...no, he really didn’t like the furniture. I filled the plates and we sat at the table. No, I didn’t either...okay, I love you too...okay, bye. Now put your daddy on the phone...morning Billy, yeah we’ll be back on Sunday...I think we’re going four-wheeling today. I looked at Steven for confirmation and he shook his head up and down. Tomorrow, not sure. Steven mouthed the word shopping. Wednesday, no I don’t think we have anything planned. Steven shook his head from side to side. No. Wednesday’s good. I laughed, Billy, we’ll be home on Sunday morning. I laughed again. Okay, yes I love you too, bye. I pressed the off button and announced to Steven, We are missed.

I gathered.

***

We finished our breakfast and had another cup of coffee on the back deck. The wind blew gently through the pine and aspen trees, the smell of winter filling the crisp, cool mountain air.

Steven pulled me close him. I so love you. This is nice, sitting here. We could do this all day if you don’t want to go four-wheeling. We have quite a bit of planning to do, you know.

I know, but let’s go play a little and then we can plan.

I made dinner reservations for us tonight at the steakhouse in town. So we need to be back by two. I want you to take a nap before we go.

I don’t need a nap.

Brad says he needs you to get your rest. He said you looked a little tired to him before he left Vegas, and I agree. I know you don’t feel tired, but humor me.

Okay, I’ll humor you, now let’s get going. I stood and took his hand and tried to pull him up. Okay, what gives?

A sexy smile came to his lips. I want to stay home. You don’t mind, do you? he asked softly. I just want to relax with you here and do nothing. We can four-wheel the next time we come up, but I just want to sit with you in the quiet of the mountains. His eyes sparkled in the morning sun.

Well, since you put it that way, I smiled back and flexed my eyebrows. I would like to do that too. I sat back down with him, listened to the quiet of the mountains and the wind in the trees, and relaxed in his arms.

***

It’s funny how quickly time moves when you don’t want it to speed along. Our morning went way too fast. I challenged him to a game of pool, which was stupid because I didn’t stand a chance. We played foosball, Ping-Pong, and darts, watched a movie in the theater room, and took a walk in the woods.

We spoke with Bradley, Rick, and Sandy. Madalyn spoke with Steven but refused to speak with me, and he was at a loss to explain why. I knew—it was simple, really. Madalyn and I were going to have to come to an understanding. I was here to stay and she was going to have to learn to accept it. End of story.

Two o’clock came all too soon, and true to his word, Steven made me take a nap. It was cool enough for a fire, and he had a small cozy one going in the main fireplace. He sat on the sofa with his book—I curled up next to him with my head on his lap and listened to his tone, and the cracking sound the fire made. His hand softly stroked my arm, and my mind relaxed. I soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

***

I woke two hours later, with my head still on his lap. His tone was still strong, but the fire was finished. I stretched as I sat up. "I’m sorry, I guess I was tired. Don’t let Bradley know…it’ll go to his head," I mumbled.

Your secret is safe with me, Princess. Feel better?

Yeah, I do. How ‘bout you?

I’m fine. Ready to go get changed? he asked as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm.

Yes. I am hungry, we forgot to eat lunch.

Oh man! he laughed. "I’m sorry, don’t tell Brad or Bill, they may make us live with them so they can take care of us."

Your secret is safe with me, my Prince, I said as I got up from the couch and stretched again. Last one upstairs is a rotten egg.

No sooner had I gotten the last word out, he disappeared off the sofa and I heard him upstairs.

Guess that would be you.

No fair, I yelled as I ran up the stairs.

He met me at the door to our room and gave me a soft wet kiss. Take a shower with me.

Oooh, I accept the offer.

We made it as far as the bed.

Chapter 3

I heard Steven call me from downstairs as I came out of our bedroom.

Hey, get a move on beautiful, I want to show you off.

His voice was happy and relaxed, and it warmed my entire being. I just had to smile. My life is good.

He was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. A broad grin showed his approval when he saw me in the red velvet dress—his favorite dress.

I didn’t even have to ask. You most certainly know how to please.

Only you can get me in a dress, I said when he slipped my cloak around my shoulders.

Your chariot awaits. He wrapped my arm around his and led me to the garage.

I didn’t think it possible to have so much in a garage. From the outside, the garage looked like a regular two car garage, but the inside held a mountainous volume of toys. A black luxury BMW with tinted windows sat in front of one of the garage doors that opened to the front driveway of our cabin. At the back of the garage, with four doors opening toward the mountains, sat two large SUVs, several four-wheelers and snowmobiles. Five canoes hung from the ceiling. Along the walls sat sets of skis, snowboards, ice skates, snowshoes, and mountain bikes—all neatly divided for each member of my clan. Above each section was the name of whom they belonged to and I grinned when I noticed my name in the Wentworth section. I had my own set of items right next to Steven’s things.

We play hard when we come up here, he informed me as he opened the car door for me.

***

A forest of pine and aspens hid our cabin from view and the drive through the canopy was beautiful. I saw several elk and mule deer as we drove down the winding mountain road. Halfway down the mountain, a coyote stood by the side of the road, its coat a rusty brown. I asked Steven to slow the car so I could watch him. The coyote looked much healthier than the ones I’d seen in Texas. His coat was full and shiny and his eyes were bright. He stared at us for a few short moments, then turned and disappeared into the woods.

At the base of the mountain was the small town of Big Brook, population seven hundred and fifty. Well, Steven laughed when we passed the sign, now seven hundred and fifty-one, counting you.

I took in the sights as we drove through town, which weren’t a lot. A drug store, a small grocery store, a diner, and a couple of specialty boutiques lined the main street. I amusingly shook my head when I saw the only stoplight this small community had blinking red at the four-way stop. We drove to the far end of town to the steakhouse. Trucks and SUVs filled the parking lot, and I was amazed to see so many for such a tiny rural area.

A young girl greeted us when we entered the restaurant. Hello, Mr. Wentworth. How are you this evening?

I’m fine Marsha. How have you been?

Can’t complain. Will the others be joining you?

No, just my fiancée and me. A cozy table for two please, he said, and I beamed a smiled at the sound of his words.

Your fiancée? Well congratulations, Mr. Wentworth, she said. She walked us back toward the large hearth fireplace and sat us at a table directly in front of it.

Steven sat across from me and reached for my hand. Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?

Yes, many times.

Well, then I will tell you again. I have waited far too long for you, my Princess. This table is even too distant for me. I never want to be away from your side. I blushed…I couldn’t believe he made me blush. Don’t turn shy on me now or I won’t last through dinner. His dimple in his left cheek shown with each smile he gave me, and I turned to putty.

The waiter came and filled our water glasses and Steven ordered a bottle of champagne. When the waiter returned, Steven placed our order and was very explicit when he told the waiter to ensure my steak was well-done. When we were alone again, he said, I remember your tastes…I remember everything about you.

I saw the longing in his eyes, and knew how hard he’d planned this night. He wanted everything to be perfect, and it was. We talked and laughed as if nothing had ever separated us. I saw his annoyance when friends from this small community would stop by our table to greet him. I saw the annoyance, but they never did. He would beam a bright smile each time he introduced me as his fiancée. His friends never lingered, they understood we wanted to be alone.

A few people had asked if we planned to go dancing after our dinner. My eyes met Steven’s each time, and each time he would graciously decline. Maybe another night, but not tonight, he would answer.

After we finished our dessert, I whispered softly, Can we go home now? I want to lock ourselves away from everyone and just be alone with you.

***

The drive back up the mountain was perfect. The moon was bright and there were a million stars in the sky.

I saw our cabin come into view as we rounded the last bend. To the human eye, it was just a cabin—but to the eyes of a magical, it was one enormously magnificent cabin. The large stone entryway welcomed you with warmth, and that warmth stayed with you throughout the entire cabin. I’d always felt cold in large buildings with tall ceilings. The stone and granite never seemed to offer any comfort, but even though this cabin offered wide, open rooms and large fireplaces, the dark wood and soft dark leathers of the furnishings welcomed you.

There were five separate wings to this mountainous building, one for each family of my clan. Each wing had two bedrooms, each with its own bath, and a comfortable sitting area with a balcony attached, so everyone had a different view of the mountains.

As we drove up the winding driveway, Steven pressed a button on the car dash and the lights came on in the cabin, showing the massive bay windows in the front. I was able to see the large, rustic chandelier in the main living room, as it bathed the room in a soft grow.

He continued his gallantries as he took my hand, helping me from the car. He held me close and kissed me softly. My God, I love you so much, he said between his kisses.

I raised my hand to his lips. Shhh, I’m here now, and I love you with all my being. I closed my eyes and pressed into him and I knew we would be in our room when I opened my eyes again.

***

Steven dropped his cloak from his shoulders, gently removed mine, then placed his arm back around my waist. We both kicked off our shoes. By doing so, I was back to my true height, and I laughed as he pulled me back into his embrace.

This is better, he whispered.

He unzipped my dress and I let it fall away. I slowly pulled his shirt out of his pants and started to unbutton it. Slowly, ever so slowly, we disrobed each other until we stood naked and let the moonlight wash over us. He pulled me into an embrace, and in my anticipation of our union, I shivered.

Am I too cold for you, Princess?

Never.

My mind pulled the covers from the bed and turned the soft music on in our room. Slowly. I want this to last forever, I whispered.

The music faded into the background, while my mind absorbed his sounds of pleasure during his mouth’s re-acquaintance of my body. Though his hands were cool, his touch warmed my center and drove a heat through me that begged his entry.

Our bodies traveled to the bed in our quest to find that spot that would send blissful shockwaves coursing through every fiber of every muscle; shockwaves that caused you to reach, grab, hold, and shout to the heavens your promises.

We found that special spot in unison, and our lovemaking came to a perfect ending. The music continued to play, the moonlight continued its dance, and I fell asleep in his arms.

Chapter 4

The dream came again. I’d hoped they would stop once we were away from all the magicals in Vegas, once we were getting our life back together, but they hadn’t.

The passageway, the smell of damp earth, and the wet walls were familiar. Since the dreams had returned in Vegas, I’d heard voices at the end of the corridor, but not this time. This time it was quiet, eerily quiet, but the light was there at the end of the dark tunnel.

I wasn’t in a hurry to walk toward the light, and my apprehension grew the closer I got to Esmeralda’s magic chamber, and when I entered the room, I saw the clay bottle that housed the demon sitting on the table. A soft glow pulsed from it, giving the impression the bottle was breathing.

I walked toward it in a confident manner and when I was close, I whispered, Yes, I’m here. Know me, I am your end. I wasn't expecting an answer, but an answer I received.

I know you, Chosen One, but know I do not fear you. Your strength will dwindle, you cannot stop me, it warned me in a low, raspy tone.

I was unable to hide my surprise. You can speak. Interesting. My strength will not dwindle. My strength grows and I am strong, I pushed back.

Your strength grows too quickly, Chosen One. Your body cannot handle it. Your strength will be your end. You tire now, don’t you Chosen One? Your clan sees it in your eyes and they worry. I could save you. I could strengthen you. Just come to me and remove the stopper that holds me. Let me enter you. Together we would be undeniable.

I don’t want your strength. I want nothing from you…I only want to see your end.

You will want me, you will crave the power I can give you, just as Esmeralda had.

She is weak. She is not a Chosen One. You will never have me. You should know that.

You will be back. Your resolve will weaken as your strength weakens you. We will speak again.

My mind alerted me that something was wrong and I needed to return.

Yes, Chosen One, she hunts you. Your clan is strong, and they have made a kill. Run home now, Chosen One. Run to their arms. Soon you will crave mine.

Chapter 5

I woke in my bed, alone. I sat up and listened for any sound, but the wing of our cabin was quiet. Granted it was normally quiet, but there was an eerie stillness to our wing, so I let my mind wander. I couldn't find Steven anywhere inside. I got out of bed, dressed, and went to our sitting room. I knew from the dream there was a hunt, and I needed to make sure he was not the hunted.

I looked out the balcony doors. My instincts told me not to go outside, but I had to know what was going on. My mind searched the darkness, but I saw nothing.

Calm down and concentrate, I scolded myself.

I slowed my breathing, realizing my heart was pounding with the fear I harbored, and that fear kept me from seeing through the darkness. I closed my eyes and let my mind roam freely through the woods, searching for Steven and the threat. I began hearing faint sounds and I willed my mind forward.

As I made my way toward the sounds, movement off to my right caught my mind’s attention. I heard a scream of pain, and the cry went to my very core. I knew it had been a lethal blow. Frantically, I searched for the source. My mind stumbled over fallen logs, and I realized I was walking the floor of the forest.

Dang it, start thinking like a witch, I chastised myself. Float above, toward the trees. Geez. I can see more that way.

My mind listened to my words and with the lightness of a feather—I floated above the trees. Not far from where my mind stumbled, I saw them. I watched as a figure stood above the form on the ground, his shoulders rising and falling with the heaviness of his breathing. The claw he held in his hand slashed through the flesh one more time to ensure death. Blood sprayed in all directions as the metal spikes ripped through tissue and bone with ease. I took in a large gulp of air as my mind registered the kill.

The figure that administered the blow knelt by his victim and searched through shredded pockets. I watched as the figure removed something from his victim, then stood and withdrew a container from his own pocket, opened it and sprinkled a small amount of white powder over the slain form. Immediately, as the powder made contact with the remains, the body dissolved into the cold earth leaving no trace of the carnage.

Another scream penetrated the night air and the assailant vanished, and I was left to find my own way. Darting around low hanging branches, I swiftly made my way toward the cries.

In the clearing, I saw them. I counted twenty cloaked figures in a battle for their lives. I hovered above the skirmish and watched a tall form take on two larger forms. I moved to get a better view. I needed to know who this person was.

He held a silver dagger in each hand, his movements deliberate, choreographed as smooth as a dancer. I watched the artful attacks on his adversaries, slashing and thrusting his daggers in lethal charges. The blade effortlessly sliced through one in such a quick motion, the surprised look on the victim’s face told me he was no equal to this soldier.

I saw the fear on the other assailant’s face. The attacker struck out at the soldier, cutting a gash on his hand. However, the soldier made no acknowledgment of the pain, and just as quickly, he answered the attack with one of his own, crossing both hands over the attacker—one sliced across his throat, the other across his midsection.

The aggressor fell to his knees as the blood gushed from the vein in his neck. Automatically, he drew his hand to the wound to stop the flow, but it was a useless attempt. His heart pumped his blood through the jugular in forceful spurts. His life force slowing with each thump of his heart, emptying his blood onto the thirsty ground as he slowly fell forward.

The soldier did not waste one precious moment, as he sped to the aide of the others. The speed at which he moved was amazingly fast, and if I blinked, I would not have seen where he went.

His hood fell away during his confrontation with another enemy and that allowed me to see his face. I saw the savagery in his angry eyes, his hollow cheeks, tense jaw muscles, and sharp white canines, and I knew it was my Richard.

I was unfamiliar with these features, they were not of the Richard I knew and loved. His animal instincts were in control and I felt his fury. My clan was in the fight of their lives, the fight for my life.

I immediately searched for Steven. I had to make sure he was safe. My mind frantically swept through the fray, trying to look at each hooded participant, until I found him.

He held a claw in one hand, a dagger in the other. He stepped deliberately, circling his prey as another attack dance was developing.

His opponent’s sword thrust forward and he sidestepped it. His opponent was slow in his movements, allowing Steven the ease to move away and position himself behind his adversary. One very quick thrust of the dagger into the back of his enemy and I heard a cry of pain as the victim jerked forward desperately trying to release the dagger from his back. His hand tried to cover the wound as he tried to stagger beyond Steven’s reach. However, Steven was quicker and came across the face of his opponent with his clawed hand, cutting deep and ripping the face of his enemy. Steven effortlessly brought his other hand around, thrust the dagger deep into the chest—deep into the heart—and his victim fell into him with no more fight left. Steven withdrew the blade as his adversary made a gurgling sound, his breath leaving him, and he slid to the ground.

Steven’s face held the same savage look as Rick’s, his brow knitted close together, the darkness of his eyes and the hollowness of his cheeks gave him a hostile look. He quickly scanned the area, and for a second I thought he felt my presence. Recognition came to his eyes, but he quickly turned away and reentered the battle.

I heard a yell, Dirk, watch out, however, it was too late. The assailant plunged a knife deep into Dirk’s side and I watched as he crumbled to the ground. The assailant foolishly took time to relish in his assault, and that was to his detriment.

I saw another hooded soldier raise his dagger and throw it at Dirk’s attacker. The cold steel found its mark in the flesh of the enemy. A horrible scream came from him as his hand grabbed at his back to pull the metal out, but it was deep in the flesh and he fell to the ground. His body shook as the hooded soldier towered over him and with a simple touch of the soldier’s wand to the back of the crumbled mass, the body on the ground stopped moving and dissolved into the dark soil.

Brad, take Dirk back to the cabin, the soldier called over his shoulder before he reentered the battle.

My mind sped back to the cabin. I knew they would need me. I jolted from my trance and ran for my healing stone and pendant, then continued down the stairs to the main den of the cabin. Bradley, with his cloak still around him, worked feverously in his attempt to save Dirk.

He must have sensed

Reviews for Chrysalis Tribulations

[isisunit · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The second book in the series contains more adventures for Bree. And clearly both Bree and her creator, M.L Lacy, have grown and learned much about their respective crafts and abilities. Bree now knows of the humans and Magicals, the two co-existing groups on Earth. And she has learned of her destiny as the potential savior of Earth - by righting the wrongs that have happened over hundreds and hundreds of years. She struggles daily to reconcile her human side and her newly awaken Magical side. Unlike other Magicals, Bree was not allowed to learn of the existence of Magicals as a child. The prophecy stated she could not be told until her 25th human year, as she would need a strong connection to human emotions in order to safely and fairly oversee the changes that need to be made to save both groups. They have splintered far apart, largely due to a power-crazed Magical named Esmerelda. over time this evil woman has changed laws for the Magicals as she moves toward to annihilation of the humans, not seeming to grasp that both groups must co-exist or both will die.Bree has to adjust to the way of life of her new family, or "clan," which goes against her life-long dreams and beliefs. And she also must learn all there is to know about the Magicals, and their history. And then there is the small matter of learning to control her rapidly growing abilities and powers - things that she shouldn't have until after she she undergoes her transformation - assuming she survives to transform and survives the transformation process. The rthym of the story has smoothed out, and the core characters have gained much more depth and complexity. The only wish I had was that the story moved faster, spending less time on Bree's emotional and inner turmoil. But that could happen in the next book of the series, so I'll stick with it and find out where this ride is going.

[reviewer01-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Tribulations is the stunning sequel of The Awakening. Tribulations continues on from where The Awakening left off, with Bree still learning the true extent of her powers, as jealousy divides her clan, she has to stay one step ahead of her nemesis, Esmeralda. Tribulations is a amazing book, in what is shaping up to be marvellous saga. The plot continues to flow effortlessly, with many twists and turns, leaving the readers unable to put the book down. M.L. Lacy continues to write interesting and realistic characters that are far from one dimensional, as even characters that aren’t always portrayed as being good guys, such as Tina, are shown as having depth. The characters were very realistic, as for example, Bree doesn’t immediately accept the Magical way, which is completely opposite from how she was brought up. It would have been unrealistic for her to immediately be okay with the way their relationships work, since she grew up like a human. The best scenes in this novel would be any of the scenes where Bree stands up for what she believes in and doesn’t let anyone push her around. Bree really starts to find her place in her clan in this book; hopefully she will continue to be strong and independent in the next novel. In conclusion, fans of The Awakening will love Tribulations as M.L. Lacy continues to deliver novels with fascinating plot lines and realistic characters. Anyone who hasn’t read The Awakening and Tribulations should, as it is shaping up to be one of the best sagas of recent years.

[ahauer_5 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Again, this book is aptly titled as the Chrysalis: Tribulations encompasses change as well as hardship and suffering for the main character, Bree. She secretly learns that her family is not whom they seem to be. She has to learn and accept her role as clan leader, which is challenging when her clan member. Madelyn, is having jealousy issues being fueled by two new female members in various ways. To make matters worse for her mortal side, she learns that she has to share her long-lost true love with the other females, while she herself must be with the other men in her clan, in addition to four others that remain unknown to her at the moment. Bree also has her confrontations with Esmeralda, challenging the evil sorceress’s demand that Bree remain in the council’s care for her transformation. Bree is taken on a journey of growth, enlightenment and change. She is gifted with a keen knowledge in knowing when something is not right with her clan, able to penetrate thoughts of those in her clan without their knowing, while at the same time she can block them from entering hers.She befriends another vampire, as she can see beyond the evil in him and this is something that her clan has an issue accepting, but learns that Bree was correct. All the while as Bree is handling issues of jealousy, learning of her heritage, dealing with the men in her clan that are drawn to her, and learning of her path and what she must conquer to succeed and a highly over-protective clan that continues to stand in her way for her own good, it is impossible not to go on the ride with her as you feel her emotions as she endures each trial.M.L. Lacy has indeed captured me in this story because I can hardly wait for the next chapter in this series! Chrysalis: Awakening and Chrysalis: Tribulations are amazing pieces of work, as they wrap the reader in continuous nail-biting suspense, descriptive action sequences and soft intimate moments. I would greatly recommend this set to anyone that enjoys the paranormal and fantasy genre. I love how Lacy mixes the two and delivers such a wonderful tale that captures the heart and imagination.