Her Castle, Her Howl, Her Pack: Second Acts of Weary Warrior Women
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After ten years holding back, it's time to show her lord husband the wolf she truly is.
Lady Faris howls and sinks her teeth into her husband's neck, marking him for life. She never thought he'd accept her mark—crave it, even—so she always kept her alpha wolf on a tight leash. Until now.
Now that they've alienated their closest neighbour by refusing his offer of marriage to their daughter. Now that he's turning all their allies against them. Between his machinations and the forest that's inexorably encroaching on their farmland, Faris and her lord won't be able to keep their people safe and fed until the harvest.
But the earldom's annual tournament is approaching, and her husband has won three of the last four. Surely that will be enough to convince their allies to side with them? It will have to be enough.
Her Castle, Her Howl, Her Pack is an epic fantasy shifter romance, part of the Second Acts of Weary Warrior Women Collection.
Elizabeth F. Shearly
Elizabeth F. Shearly writes science fiction and fantasy tales, from flash fiction to novels and everything in between. She holds a B.Sc. in physics, and you'll find plenty of science in her science fiction, though the fiction always takes precedence! No matter what she writes about—spaceships or magic, walking cities or medieval castles—romance always finds a way to blossom, whether as the main plot or as a background story. When she’s not watching characters play-act in her head, you can find her relaxing on the couch with her two cats, playing a video game or knitting a sweater. Join the monthly newsletter to get the FREE flash fiction collection Keep the Good Parts, at join.elizabethshearly.ca
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Her Castle, Her Howl, Her Pack - Elizabeth F. Shearly
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Faris gave the bow one last tug and wrapped her arms around her daughter. Michaela was too old for it, but she leaned into the embrace, anyway.
What if I don’t like him?
She stared out the narrow window frame, and Faris followed her gaze out into the misty distance, over the unending sea of rustling leaves, just unfurled. Here and there, a dark conifer stood out against the pale new growth.
Don’t worry about that, Junebug. Dad and I will take care of it.
The breeze licked a strand of her daughter’s hair loose, but Faris didn’t pin it back.
We need him to secure the outpost against the forest.
The heavy thunk of an axe rhythmically chopping wood floated up to punctuate Michaela’s words.
Sandrel shouldn’t have mentioned the possible advantages of the alliance to their daughter. Too late now. We have so many options to keep the forest in check. Forcing you to marry someone you hate isn’t one of them.
Michaela sighed.
Faris gently turned her daughter so that they were face to face, but Michaela’s eyes remained downcast. I’m serious, Ela. You tell us if he turns into a dipshit when we’re not around. I’ll have your dad sic the dogs on him.
That got a chuckle out of Michaela, but it died too quickly. She smoothed the front of her dress. What if he doesn’t like me?
Not like my daughter?
Ela’s frown melted into a half-hearted smile; Faris’s eyes must have visibly flashed their rage. Still something Faris couldn’t control, even after all these years.
Dogs get sicced on him. Got it.
Ela’s smile faded, but the frown didn’t return. It was something, but Faris’s rage didn’t abate.
Ela was really asking: What if he finds out I’m a wolf shifter and thinks I’m a disgusting beast? That was a distinct possibility. I’m sure he’s not like that: her daughter would immediately see the comforting words as the lie they were. If the new Lord of Aran River Keep was a raging bigot, Sandrel would probably brush it off. He’d think that Lord Heinrich would come around, once he got to know Michaela. But Sandrel would never go so far as to force the marriage. He wasn’t like their parents . . .
Faris’s first glimpse of her human betrothed had been at the front of the empty temple, waiting to be joined. Sandrel had been as large as a wolf shifter from home and had caught her gaze to give her a reassuring, if slightly tense, smile.
None of her people had come with her across the sea, so Faris was accompanied by a grizzled woman with an axe on her hip—Julia—who stood silently by as if to head her off if she bolted. But one look at Sandrel and her wolf had—thankfully—given a yip of approval.
After the short ceremony, they’d taken a hired carriage straight to her new home. Julia and her counterpart, a greying man with a quarterstaff—MacIntosh—rode up top, leaving her alone with her new husband. They didn’t speak on the journey, except for the few times that Sandrel drew her attention to landmarks they passed.
The carriage had lurched to a halt, and Sandrel hopped down, the tension that had characterized him from the moment they met nowhere in evidence. Someone had called to him, and he’d hollered back, letting out a boisterous laugh. His sword had tapped at his leg as he’d turned back to her, amusement still alight in his previously stoic dark eyes.
Welcome home,
he’d said and handed her down from the carriage.
She had craned her neck to take in the outpost, which stretched up to a tower three stories high. Sandrel had watched her, giving her a moment to absorb her new home.
She’d pasted on a smile. It’s lovely.
The windows up higher were mostly small—probably to keep anyone from falling out. Shifters lived sensibly on, or sometimes under, the ground, but her brother’s words had come back to her: They’ll treat you like a beast unless you act like them. She’d squared her shoulders and prepared to climb the wooden stairs up to the entryway.
Come in with me, my wife.
Sandrel had extended his hand, palm up, and waited. He wasn’t trying to make her roll over. Shouldn’t he be cementing his dominance over her?
She’d put her hand in his large, warm palm and let him lead her through their cozy kitchen where something at least smelled good enough to eat, not like the fare on the ship, thank the gods. The thought of eating that gruel for the rest of her life had almost made her jump overboard.
Sandrel wasn’t stopping for food, though. She gripped his hand more tightly as he led her up a twisting stone stairway, the arrow slits showing the ground retreating below them. He had continued through a doorway—there were windows in this room as well, big ones—and as she’d retreated into the most solid-looking corner, he’d shut the door. The look her new husband had turned on her was familiar to both her and her wolf, who had immediately tensed to spring, to pounce and pin him beneath her—
But he was a human, and humans didn’t want beastly wives. They wanted refined ladies, and that’s what Sandrel expected from her, a lord’s daughter from across the sea. Faris tamped down her wolf, locked it away. Sandrel must have seen some shadow of its longing, though, because he’d stalked toward her slowly.
I’m not going to hurt you, wife.
Please, call me Faris.
They may have been married by his standards, but they were not yet properly mates. To become mates, she’d have to sink her teeth into his thick neck, bite down until the taste of his blood filled her senses, and—
No, that could never happen. She would never let it happen. The very thought of his reaction—fear, anger, disgust, rejection—had her clamping down ever harder on her wolf.
Faris.
He was close enough now to brush her hair off her neck, and she shuddered. His marking her was somehow just as tantalizing, despite the thought having repulsed her before now—before Sandrel.
Not the neck, please.
He nodded. Anything else I should know? I’m not familiar with . . . your culture.
Just treat me like one of your women.
Except for the neck?
Except for the neck.
He wove his fingers through her hair and brought their lips together. She relaxed into his touch; she wouldn’t