Chapter 93
Mated to the Warrior Beast
93 Freedom
~ HARTH ~
Pieces of her twisted as they fled. Parts of her heart that remembered running from danger too often. Parts that had been thrown into hunts in which she was the prey.
Though Tarkyn held her hand and they only walked briskly, rather than running, she couldnât escape the creeping dread, the tingling sense of horror that at any moment they might be ambushed, or an enemy might break through the trees behind and launch towards them.
They were forced to walk silently for almost an hour, Tarkyn warning her that there were patrols and stations throughout this area of the forest, still close to the Tree City.
They spoke infrequently through the bond, but most of Tarkynâs focus went on their surroundings and their passage. He applauded her more than once for keeping herself so quiet, and commented that she could teach some of the Anima a thing or two. But he obviously felt her fear, because his forehead was creased, and he never let go of her hand.
She was glad-she needed something solid to hold onto. And having his great bulk nearby, his sharp eyes and ears, and his command of the forest... it kept her from jittering fear.
But she couldnât hide the creeping dread within her, and some of it seemed to infect him, until finally, they slowed and he crouched down behind a fallen stump, motioning to her to do the same.
âThereâs heavy guard patrol in this area, but once we get beyond it, we shouldnât meet anyone unless weâre very unlucky. I want to wait here until we see a patrol. That should give us a few minutes-but weâll need to take care with our trail.â
Harth nodded, trying hard to keep her heart from pounding quite so hard. She knew that even if they were to be caught, no one was going to shoot their Captain. She knew that they were leaving with the War Chiefâs permission-and likely the Queenâs as well, from what Gar had said.
.....
Yet her mind kept conjuring crisis-a guardsman who didnât recognize Tarkyn right away and shot his arrows before he asked questions-or whoâd met with Zev and was feeling vengeful and might seek to take any Chimera out of this life.
Her stomach wouldnât stop knotting, and her heart wouldnât calm.
âHarth, what is it? Do you sense something?â
She shook her head. âIt is only my bodyâs response to fear,â she said, frustrated with herself.
Tarkyn tore his eyes from the forest and turned to look at her, his warm eyes pinched with concern. âGive me another hour or two, Harth. Then weâll have a true rest. True freedom. True solitude. And Iâll hold you as long as you need so you can feel safe.â
Tears pricked her eyes, but the vision he put in her mind was so lovely and she yearned for it so desperately, that she wiped her face and focused on her breathing.
A couple of hours. She could do anything for a couple of hours.
The humans had certainly proved that much to her.
The moment when one of the guards stepped onto the trail not far from their tree was incredibly tense, but her mate had positioned them beautifully. The breeze blew the guardâs scent to them, but kept them from him-and where the trail passed, the stump they crouched behind was slightly behind him.
Within minutes, Tarkyn had pulled her from the spot and they were running, first in their human forms, then after taking a moment for Harth to undress and tie her clothing to her leg, in their beasts.
But something happened when Harth shifted. Something she couldnât quite pinpoint at first. An... emptiness. In her chest-and in her head. At first she tried to dismiss it as just a consequence of her stress.
But when Tarkyn-bold and beautiful in his lion, his thick mane trailing halfway down his back and stomach-turned to look at her over his shoulder and his beast made a strange call, then drew up quickly to a halt, Harth whirled, wondering what heâd seen or scented that she hadnât-
âHarth?â he whispered her name and she turned to find him in human form again, standing there, staring at her, his face a mask of worry.
She shifted quickly back to her human form. âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â
âCan you hear me?â he asked quickly through the bond.
âOf course. Why?â
Tarkyn blew out a breath. âDonât shift,â he murmured.
Harth nodded, still confused, but Tarkyn shifted-he didnât have to remove his clothing, which she found very curious-and then he watched her.
His broad muzzle was much lighter than the rest of his tawny coat. His eyes a brilliant gold, and full of intelligence. But after a long moment of staring, he made that strange call again, then shifted back.
âYou couldnât hear me,â he said, his voice tight with concern. âWhen I was in my beast, you couldnât hear me.â
Harth blinked. âYou spoke?â
âIn your mind, I tried to. But you couldnât hear me. I tried when we were running also. Thatâs why I stopped, because you werenât responding. I was worried something was wrong.â
Harth frowned, then shook her head. âI donât know. I havenât heard of that before, but... but I suppose if your beast is different to mine... I donât know, Tarkyn.â
âWe have to remember that,â he said fiercely. âWe have to remember that we canât communicate when Iâm in my beast.â
She nodded, then took his hand when he looked so fierce. âIâll remember,â she said, trying to soothe him. âPlease donât worry, Tarkyn, Iâll remember.â
Squeezing her hand, he turned and looked through the trees in the direction theyâd been traveling. âShould we travel more swiftly in our beasts, but not able to touch minds? Or... should we stay in human form? I donât like losing that connection with you, Harth,â he said quietly. Seriously.
Harth couldnât stop the smile that broke on her face. âMe either,â she breathed. âLetâs just walk. Iâll be fine, Tarkyn. I just want to be with you and not... not have to think about others, thatâs all.â
âWeâre going to be fine. Weâre outside the main patrol range now-and those that might have wandered this far have been assigned to... the current surveillance. I donât think weâre going to see anyone after this, Harth. Itâs just you and me.â
And then he smiled.
His handsome face lit up, his eyes sparkling.
Harth couldnât help but return it.
Then he offered his hand, and she took it, and they darted deeper into the forest together.