The curse of the guardian of the Pieces of 4

She was awake.

The perception of that was surprising. Unexpected and pleasant. I didn't expect it. All his irritation for a moment dissipated.

After a long shower, he had returned to the cabin; the towel was still around his neck. shook his head with wet, shirtless hair with drops of water splashing over the heated skin. He had a mug of soup in his hand in the hope that the woman would eat.

Surprised, he entered the cabin and closed the door.

was suddenly nervous, anxious and awkward. could only thank that was alone. If Michael or Adam had any idea how he felt at that moment, they would never respect him again. He saw himself transformed into an inexperienced boy as if was facing his first girlfriend. That was absurd!

Only he had waited so long for that moment and suddenly ... it had arrived.

Morgan took a deep breath, circled the bathtub with water and turned to the woman.

-Cassie!

She did not turn to face him and the suspicious reaction, at first and finally the silence caught his attention.

Cassie felt her fingers numb with the strength used to hold the knife handle to her chest. She was going to get out of there and just wondered where might be. Where were your clothes? It terrified her. wore only a long-sleeved shirt that reached almost to her knees. Who had taken off her clothes?

God, beloved it! What had happened?

She didn't remember anything.

was on a ship, could feel the vessel's list. Thalagar was not going to have another opportunity to torment her. This time she was determined to kill him.

- You better stay away from me. - She threatened to ignore the sensation of fever that burned the body. The pain was terrible. - I know very well how to use a knife and this time I will not just leave a scar on your face.

The head hurt too. was going to do everything that was forbidden and didn't care. Magic... The practice of magic within a wolf community could mean a death sentence. Only it was terribly strange to assume human form. Everything was strange.

Last time the fight between cousins ​​had exceeded verbal attacks and insults. Cassie had just barely blinded him by defending herself. That morning she had been caught unprepared. Since she was brought over from the border, she had never experienced tranquillity.

The man-made her angry. He was blackmailing her with threats capable of making her astonished. It was totally insane and the control precarious. Had no one noticed?

Dark memories plagued her as well. knew what Thalagar would do. The control he had been trying to maintain over her for the past few months irritated her. Almost two years of that agony were finally undermining her nerves. The bastard was blackmailing her. Besides, he was also beginning to demand that she use magic to gain an advantage. She felt nervous just thinking about it.

"I don't want to force you. Not again," he tried to be persuasive. "I can take you whenever I want if that was my intention. I am a patient man. You know that. I can offer you the world if you willingly give yourself to me."

She had never hated anyone like that. really hoped there would be hell for people like him to rot for eternity. could kill him and with unmistakable pleasure face the trial of the court. The humiliation he had forced her to endure ... She wondered why had not filed a complaint before the Council of Wolves, showing the mark on her body triumphantly.

It was the curse that brought ...

It was the mark of an alpha. Philip ... It was because of him. How could give explanations that would inevitably be demanded, revealing a scenario of betrayal? He would never believe it! The curse ...

-I'm warning you. - she shivered with the effort of standing. Had that unfortunate man beaten her up? Her anger was enormous. - This time I will leave more than scars. This time I kill you.

Morgan was paralyzed there.

"Will I kill you this time?"

Who was she going to kill? He frowned, looking around.

There were only two of them there.

He approached the table slowly and left the mug there. watched the feverish and vague look on the red-cheeked face. Rays! The girl was probably burning with a high fever. He frowned, concerned at the staggering shape she held. was going to end up getting seriously injured. He had not had the slightest concern with guarding his weapons.

Who did she see between those walls?

-Why don't you give me that knife before it gets hurt? His voice was calm and smooth. - I can guarantee you are safe here. Do you know where it is?

The low, cadenced voice showed the confidence he didn't feel.

She stared at him for a moment and Morgan noticed the look of hatred that shone in amazing green eyes.

The young woman bit her lip indecisively. Perhaps the window. They couldn't be that far from land. What had happened to her to be there? Why didn't she remember? It was terrible to return to human form. There have always been so few occasions since ...

-I'm warning you. This time I'm going to tell Willian everything.

"Tell everything what?"

- Cassie ...

- I will not do any spell for you. I will explain it to you one last time and swear I will cast a curse. I won't mind using magic. If there is one thing that wolves cannot tolerate, it is treason.

Use magic? Betrayal? It was really good.

Morgan forced a smile, assessing irritably at the irresponsibility of leaving his weapons in the cabin scattered. She was delusional and suddenly he was a threat.

He shook his head in bewilderment.

What was she seeing?

In fact, who, holy God?

- Al chroi, look at me. You know I'm not going to hurt you. Come on, Green Eyes. Hand me the knife. You can barely stand.- He ordered Corner to kill Zagorra! -She shouted, distraught. -You finished, did you hear me? I'll tell you everything. We'll see how the great captain will face the wolves when they know. They are not that tolerant.

Morgan stopped dead; feet in the ground.

How was it? Why face the wolves? What the hell was going on? Mercy!

Did she mean Thalagar? Corner? What the hell was going on that he didn't know?

-Cassie, listen to me ...

-It was a pity your ambush went wrong, wasn't it? You should have known I was going to get involved. I warned you. I warned you several times.

Who did she face? Morgan narrowed an annoyed look. Ambush ... The word echoed in the charged air. That night at the border fortress ...

Hells! The damn ambush... He had almost been killed ...

-Now, listen to me ...- he tried to control the situation.

- It won't involve Morgan in this. Nor send your damned lackeys to kill him. Not again.

He was looking at her, appalled. That ambush! She knew about the ambush they had set up to kill him and decided to get involved. It was typical of her. Why hadn't she warned him or the Navy? Why did he suddenly realize it looked like blackmail? Either she did the damn spell or ...

- Girl, I give you my word that Corner will pay for his crimes. Now, please. The knife. Do you know who I am? - he started to seriously doubt it.

-Don't approach!

-Al chroi, it's me, come on. Philip Morgan. Give me the knife.

She stumbled backwards as he closed the distance, stumbling backwards. Morgan was able to notice a very disturbing detail. It was fear, oh no ... it was a horror that shone in wide green eyes. She looked anxiously at the pistol on the bed.

Cassie sighed, fighting the pain. Unfortunately, Thalagar had also noticed the way she was looking at the captain of the Black Coral and threatening him.

Morgan noticed the pistol left on the sheets cursing the carelessness. From then on, he would never again leave his weapons exposed or dropped in the cabin. He needed to defuse her.

He went forward determined to block her way to the bed and the blade slid down her severing arm, causing him to curse. He intended to immobilize her, but it was not being easy.

Cassie struggled to breathe and ignore the pain that ran through her body. In panic. It surprised him like a punch in the gut.

Ah, Thalagar that time was not going to settle for just tormenting her. He was going to take his revenge by looking for the leader of the wolves. The impression was that it was suffocating. The hands that held her were by no means gentle. She sensed with genuine despair the breath that came from cheap rum and the smell of sweat disgusted him. also realized with disgust the sound of her clothes being torn while the nails scratched his face. She wanted to die.

-Not! Let me go!

Morgan came around the table and had surprised the young woman by noticing her slow movements.

- For the love of God! Calm down. - He grunted when resorting to force to contain her efforts.

It was pure panic.

She gasped, moaning at the mind-biting thrill that went through her body. That bastard was not going to force her again to accept his attention. He intended to kill Morgan. He had lost all prudence when he learned that she had accepted his rival as a companion.

-Let me go! Get your hands off me! - she struggled hysterically.

Next to the bed, two more bottles of excellent contraband wine exploded. Morgan's mouth tightened in a tight, tight line, very aware of her genuine desperation to walk away from him and the protests. The wound would eventually bleed again. Loud sobs reached his ears when the knife slid to the floor.

- Shrew! Morgan gasped as he fended off a kick in the shin. She was going to end up getting hurt or scratching his face. - You better be quiet, I'm telling you.

Nothing in the world could have prepared him for that.

- He's not here. The fortress is empty. No ... It won't kill him. Leave him alone.

Morgan looked at her even more puzzled. The fortress ... The fortress was not empty. Not that morning.

The fire. In his arms, the last image that came to mind was the soft breath of the sleeping girl's parted lips. What the curse had happened that morning? That day...Everything had suddenly changed. The fire spread ...

- It's all fine.

-You'll leave Philip alone. - Her sobs stabbed him with the force of a whip.

- Cassie, listen ...-I know the spell you want. It's ancient magic, but I find it for you. I do what you want, but it won't kill him.

He was breathing deeply when at last he held her close to his body, his arms firmly immobilizing her close to his chest.

'"I do what you want, but it won't kill him"

That was blackmail. Morgan shook with rage. They blackmailed the woman, threatening her life. The floor seemed to be missing ...

"God, sweetness. What did you do?"

- You won't do anything with him. I know how to conjure the cursed artefact you want. It's yours if you spare Morgan's life ...

-Good God, Cassie. Morgan stiffened. He was going to kill the damn bastard when he found out who he was. - I'm here. You are safe, can you understand me?

- Leave him alone. Don't kill him. - Her sobs stabbed him with the force of a whip.

-Sweetness...

It was acid that corroded his insides as the woman relived the unfortunate nightmare lost in hallucinations. The blood had frozen in his veins. Don't kill him? The fortress that morning ...

They had surprised the woman ... She was simply gone. Or had it been taken?

-Philip ... Philiiiip ...

-Damn it, girl. React! It's me, Cassie ... - He whispered in her ears, struggling to placate dull anger. - I'm here. Be still. This wound will open. Shhhh ...

-You won't kill him ... - Her words came even lower in a torrent of tears. - I do whatever you want, just leave it alive.

Morgan held her against him possessively, taking a deep breath. The stunning mind gathered phrases. Who wanted to kill him like that?

Thalagar? Victor? Who?

"Ah, Thalagar's orders were very clear. Nobody knew it was a girl, but neither should anyone approach. Or touch her."

- It's okay, Green Eyes. I'm here now. - He spoke slowly trying to calm himself by stroking the hair.

Sorcerers were natural ties. His anger was only going to increase her fear of his closeness. The face pressed against his burning. She was hot. In fact, Cassie burned with a high fever.

- Zagorra ...

He needed to make the damn fever go down even without Padraic's medicine. As soon as possible or the girl like that was going to have seizures.

-Don't tell him, Zagorra. He cannot know. -She murmured.- Please ... please ...

Ah, what curse could he not discover? wanted to scream at the height of frustration. Was he sure to discover some perfidy of the woman? He shook hands with veiled curiosity.

Cassie looked at him without seeing him with a glassy, ​​foggy look. Every effort undermined his strength. was going to have to find a way to feed her. The small body was shaken by uncontrollable tremors.

- Cassie...

-Promise ... promise not to tell, Zagorra!

-God loved it. - He exclaimed in astonishment. Still, he held her cold fingers, reluctantly agreeing. Curiosity punished him.- What was he not supposed to know?

"Okay, girl." His voice was calm and far from being felt. Stiff, he pressed her fingers against his sighing.

- What can't we tell Morgan, Cassie? What can't Morgan know, sweetie?

The green eyes could make him burn in hell. It was the suffering they mirrored. That suffering and suspicious way did not belong to the troublemaker he knew or remembered.

Ah, she had always been so reckless ...

The girl passed out again, shaking uncontrollably in his arms. The damn fever was too high. He cursed again when carried her to the cold bathtub ... put her on with clothes and everything, bathing her head. The protests were returning weak and disconnected.

She was delusional. Morgan cursed at the height of his fury. Corina had explained that they had simply found him injured in the village. had no idea how he got there, but had taken his wife before. She might have walked away or been surprised. God! Or him! Nothing made sense.

Why hadn't she screamed for help? Why hadn't she looked for him?

"Because they threatened to kill you, Morgan. They threatened my wife with this. What did they want?"

-No ... Don't touch me. Get your hands off me ... - she started to complain quietly.

- Quiet, baby.

-No, I do not want. Take your hands off ... Please don't ...

He was really going crazy. He took several deep breaths as assumptions came to mind. Unable to believe it. She was delusional. She didn't know what was talking about.

he touched her strained face in a soft caress, noticing the temperature slowly lowering. The wound was not inflamed. It was the unfortunate wolf grass ... Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the tremors started to subside. He tinkled with cold when he was put to bed. She was too exhausted to physically protest while helping her put on a dry shirt. He noticed her listless form as he dried the aching body by grinding it word for word.

They had discovered nothing at the time. It was a simple gesture that made him standstill as if were the target of another physical blow. The sound of the torn fabric had caught the girl's attention. That just made her panic again. The eyes expressed fear. Morgan just tried to wrap the woman up, however ... That was tantamount to throwing salt in his wounds.

-Don't touch me ... No ... Don't hurt me anymore ... I don't want to ...The plea was low.

The vision of her fragile and helpless could hardly be compared to a strong and rebellious personality.

-Cassie ...His insides really revolted; the words crushing his mind like was punched several times. It was acid that ran through his veins.

Do not touch ...

Remove your hands ...

Mercy! What else the hell had happened that damn day? What had happened to her?

- Please ... - The groan came in a gasp of pain. - Promise me ...

Morgan stopped, puzzled. It was as if time had stopped. The green eyes looked at him with open eyes. The shadow of a smile curved his mouth.

-Philip .... - Her voice was very low.

He grabbed her fingers as he brought them to his lips as her hand dug into the red curls.

-Yes, sweetness. I'm here my love. - his words showed relief.

She looked at him. The anguish in the charged look devastated him.

-The baby .... did I lose the baby? - the words denoted so much despair that he stopped.

He stopped motionless as if he had been shot by a musket. His eyes widened. Fulminated.

It was the expressions of the strained, agonized face ... It took Morgan a deep breath to regain control of himself several times. There didn't seem to be enough air in the dry throat. He was sure had been punched with violence he had never thought possible. His only reaction was to shake his head in a weak negative. It was the look of a distraught man, refusing to assimilate the words.

What baby? Their son?! He asked in astonishment. But that baby? She lost the child when ... He cleared his throat without being able to find his voice. Numb. A son...

-The baby ... - she now gave herself to a devastating cry. - My ... baby ... Philip!

-I'm here, sweetie! - he was able to answer automatically.

The gesture of bringing her hands to her stomach left him bewildered.

Rays! It wasn't just a damn hallucination ...Cassie took refuge in his arms crying, while he hugged her as if would never let her go. He knew his eyes were watery as let his headrest on the delicate curve of her neck, absorbing the sobs of her trembling body.

A son?! The sound of a painful, deep moan escaped his throat. It could only be delirium ...She was not again pregnancy.

- He ... he will kill me ....- the words were weak in the moment of delirium. - Go ... go ... find out about the baby ... He ... he ...

Morgan held her against him possessively. Who, God?

-Cassie .... shhh ... quiet. It's over, sweetie.

The sobs remained overwhelmed among the low murmurs. Morgan was sure she was going crazy. The delusions ... She lost the child. The choppy words invoked a scenario of terror ...A child who would never see the sunrise on the hills of Escalarte one day. He was totally rigid listening to the outburst suffered by the woman who lamented in his arms.

The midwife did not believe that the girl would simply survive. The injured body had held the child stubbornly longer than it should have. She would hardly have children after that if she managed to escape infection. The bleeding would not stop ...

His groan held his breath in horror. The revelation burned his guts. He rocked the girl close to him until the storm of crying gradually drained her strength.

She hadn't left on her own then. Less pleasant assumptions came up and he felt his world crumble. Her words echoed in his ears. Who? Thalagar? Who had found her?

He was going to kill Thalagar with absolute certainty. The girl had undoubtedly been taken against her will. Worse than that, he was starting to assess why she hadn't come to him in those months. The most terrible. There had probably been an unsuccessful breach attempt.

Then she had run away from him ...

-No ... don't hurt me ...

-I won't hurt Green Eyes. - He promised very seriously.

Slowly and under suspicious looks he had managed to convince her to put on his shirt. Redoing the dressing had been another challenge. Morgan all the time demanded control, his muscles tense and trembling with insane hatred. She was delusional. None of that was true. It couldn't be ... the girl was shaking.

The low temperature was beginning to make her face very pale and she shivered with chills despite the extra blankets. Probably still effects of ICHICHO's attack. Ah, it was going to be another night like that ...

- Cold ... ccccold ...

- Did I complain about the axe? -He mumbled.

He hadn't been able to get the woman to drink even half the mug of soup. Sighing, he lay down beside her, pulling her close.

was going to warm her up very quickly with his body heat. She flinched vulnerably and all Morgan could do was close his eyes in torment. This could not be just a delusion. If that damn bastard had dared to attack his wife like that ..., he ... He ...His fingers dipped into the unruly hair, while the other hand slid down his back. The unreal scene brought more pleasant memories.

She used to lie next to him in the cave while talking about home and family. He spoke of how much he detested forced exile. Perhaps it was the sound of your voice. He repeated the same process noticing her tense muscles relaxing, snuggling up to him. The smile touched his face.

- Philip ... - His name on that tempting mouth was like music.

Did she also speak in her sleep?

- Try to sleep, al chroi. - He kissed her forehead; the body in embers with the proximity of it. The girl was moulded to him perfectly. He groaned hoarsely.

- Philip ...

He sighed. The devastating heat invaded him. The unconscious girl curled around him like a satisfied cat looking for warmth and protection.

Morgan felt the blood throbbing in his veins, his virility totally rigid and his body scorched as if scalded in hot oil. Control, he was in control of the situation. Only the woman brushing against him to keep warm was killing him.

His mind went back to the past. The fire still crackled softly in the nearby fire. He heard nothing but the cracking of the wood and the sound of the day that came. The prospect of returning to the ship made him alert. I had decided to leave the Navy. The woman in his arms slept peacefully and he sighed with the night full of discoveries. The initial shock. He had never considered the possibility of the girl being there beside him. Again ... The satisfaction of that was unexpected and insurmountable. That girl belonged to him.

They were in Chabone and the votes were perfectly valid. Only none of that had happened. Irritated, he had ordered searches around the perimeter without finding anything. There was no evidence of a struggle. She was simply gone. He also remembered Padraic's warnings.

It was clear that there would be no evidence of a struggle if the girl had been forced to leave to ensure his safety. She had kept her distance from him and was probably still threatened. Why did he start to believe that Cassie's removal had Thalagar's intervention?

After all, what had happened?

She had run away from him. Cassie was in no way going to tell that willingly. Only he wanted answers. The answers came up in the morning when the sun's rays invaded the cabin. He opened his eyes for a moment, not believing what he saw. It just wasn't possible, was it? Well, he was a wolf ... and she ...It was not the sight of a wolf in your bed. Not even a woman.

It was...