SCAR (LOST CREEK SHIFTERS NOVELLAS Book 2)

by Samantha Leal

  “Please Ariane…” she whispered. “We are old friends… You have looked after me for so many years… Please don’t keep something important from me.”

  Ariane looked up at her with pleading eyes and then with a deep sigh, she nodded.

  “There were whispers, m’lady, yes,” she began. “From what I gathered, I believe there is an army on its way here to Castle Grant… and that you may be in very grave danger…”

  Bonnie’s heart rose up in her throat and her stomach began to churn.

  She had been right all along… Something big was happening and it was to do with her…

  She didn’t want to hear what Ariane had to say, but she knew she that she had to… Her life very may well depend on it!

  5.

  “Please,” Bonnie said as she swallowed hard and moved back toward the chair beside the hearth. “Continue…?”

  She sat down and curled her feet underneath her so that her nightgown covered them and kept her warm. Ariane looked as if she couldn’t think of anything she would rather do less, but at the same time, Bonnie knew that she would feel obligated. No matter how hard it may be for her.

  Her face was still pale and Bonnie could see the beads of sweat forming on her upper lip. She was nervous as hell and Bonnie could only dread what she had to tell her.

  “Last night,” Ariane began, “I left my chamber to go into the servants’ kitchen. It was odd, because normally there is no one to be seen roaming around our corridors at that time of night, but this time, it was different. There was a buzz and many of the other chambermaids, horsemen and cooks had been there, all talking of what had just occurred out on the drawbridge.”

  She stopped for a moment to wipe her brow, and then she moved to the seat opposite Bonnie’s and sat down. Bonnie watched her with wide eyes, waiting with bated breath, to hear what she had to say, but terrified, at the same time, of what it may reveal.

  “They said that Lord Drummond had arrived under a cloak of darkness,” she continued. “That one of the peasant boys, out in the wilds, had come running over the highlands and back to Castle Grant, shouting of how an army was on its way.”

  Bonnie felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. The thought of an army storming toward the castle in the middle of the night was terrifying. But she had the distinct feeling it was about to get worse…

  “Luckily, the army the boy spoke of was Lord Drummond and his men. They came to the Castle Keep and asked to speak with Lord Grant as a matter of urgency.” Ariane paused and swallowed nervously. “The men and women down in the servants’ quarters last night, well, they said that they had heard from the guards that the conversation was very worrying. That it was not Lord Drummond or his clan that we have to fear but a much bigger evil.”

  “Please,” Bonnie interrupted, “Please tell me what was said…”

  “I can’t be sure of the accuracy,” Ariane said nervously. “But it was said that a legend that has been rolling around the Highlands for many years is potentially about to come to fruition.”

  “A legend?” Bonnie asked skeptically. “What does that even mean?”

  “Well,” Ariane continued. “From what some of the horsemen said last night, apparently there has been legends of a clan so fierce and strong that it will one day bring the whole of Scotland to its knees. A clan so powerful that any army that has stood in its wake has been slain instantly and without trouble. No one has ever been a match for them, and no one ever will…” She trailed off and looked down to the floor. And although Bonnie was fraught and scared at the prospect of a powerful clan with unknown forces coming to her home and potentially taking over, she was also completely confused as to what this had to do with her.

  “But Ariane,” she said as she shook her head, “I understand the graveness of this situation, but please do tell me, why suddenly are people around Castle Grant looking at me as if I am a ghost or worse? They look at me as if I have done something terrible, or as if I am in danger… And then, what you said before…?” She thought of how Ariane had looked at her with fear in her eyes and told her that she would be in harm’s way.

  “What did you mean?” Bonnie asked. “Why would this suggest that I, particularly, am more in danger than everyone else?”

  Ariane nodded her head slowly, as if she were gathering her thoughts and trying to think of the most diplomatic way to tell her what she was thinking. She sucked in a big lungful of air and bit her bottom lip, then her eyes slowly travelled up to meet Bonnie’s…

  “It’s because, m’lady, this clan is apparently looking for the first born daughters of the heads of all the clans in Scotland…” she faltered. “And they intend to take them as their brides and start a new bloodline all their own.”

  It was like a huge blow to the stomach, but one that Bonnie had been expecting. She felt herself go weak and her lip begin to tremble. She always knew that she would not have had a lot of say in who her husband would be. Her family would have married her to someone who she would probably have never met, or have never had much dealings with. That was how it worked across the Highlands; girls were wed to strengthen their family’s position and forge alliances… But she had never, for a second, thought that the man who would take her hand could potentially be evil. That he could be someone that even her father did not want or approve of… That it would be forced on her and she would have no chance to object, that she could be led into a world of terror and something so new and frightening that she had no clue of where it may lead. She thought of her father and mother, and of how they had looked at her the night before. They were genuinely afraid for Bonnie. And they knew they could do nothing about it.

  Her fate, whether she liked it or not, was sealed.

  She leaned back in the chair and brought her knees up to her chest. Ariane watched her carefully, waiting for her to react, but Bonnie knew there was nothing she could say or do that would change this particular situation. If what Ariane was saying was correct, and Lord Drummond had come to Castle Grant to spread a warning that had travelled to him over the wild terrain of the Highlands, then there must be some truth.

  “The legends…” Bonnie finally spoke. “What are they?”

  She knew that whatever came next she wasn’t going to like, but she never could have had any idea of what Ariane would answer and of how it was about to change her life forever.

  “Legend has it,” Ariane began, “that this clan is not like any other that has ever been seen before. They are not men, but they are not beasts… They are somewhere in between.”

  Bonnie felt her blood run cold.

  The chill from the room had flooded her and was consuming her to the bone.

  6.

  She looked into Ariane’s wide eyes and searched them for answers. Her chambermaid had always been loyal, but in this moment, Bonnie could not help but wonder if she was pulling her leg…leading her down the path for some kind of cruel joke and would suddenly laugh, slap her hands heartily together and tell her that she had been kidding all along. But the more seconds that past, the more she realized that this most certainly was not the case.

  Ariane was being serious.

  Deadly serious.

  “Half man and half beast?” Bonnie asked with confusion. “How does that even happen? None of it makes any sense?”

  Ariane pulled her chair closer to Bonnie’s and leaned in so that their faces were only centimeters apart. Her breathing was quick and she had a look of urgency about her, as if she knew she shouldn’t be speaking in this way, but couldn’t deny her loyal mistress of knowing her fate.

  “I have heard things,” she began. “Other chambermaids who I have met during my time, some have worked across many clans and castles throughout the land. They have heard wild whispers of what may be lurking out there across the mountains. Some even fled from a fallen castle and told others on their travels and journeys to find new homes of what they had seen.”

  Ariane looked terrified as she spoke, and Bonnie was barel
y holding it together. There was a large part of her that was skeptical, but she knew that she had to keep listening and give Ariane the benefit of the doubt. After all, it was as much as anyone had ever told her, and with each passing second, she was becoming more and more concerned for her future.

  “When we were all talking last night, down in the kitchen, there was discussion of a tale that had come from one such maid. She had fled from her fallen castle and clan, and was on the road when she was met by a horseman. She collapsed in his arms and told him of the terrors that had befallen them all, and of how none of us stood a chance. She said that this clan was so unlike any others she had known, she almost couldn’t describe them. But what she did say was that they were big, burly men… big as giants with wide, rippling, muscles and red, red hair.”

  Bonnie swallowed and leaned in closer.

  “And,” Ariane continued, “not only that, but they have magic about them… like nothing any of us could imagine.”

  “Magic?” Bonnie asked cautiously. “Like witchcraft?”

  “No,” Ariane shook her head. “These men… this clan who roams the Highlands, storming castles and making them their own, choosing women, marrying them and breeding with them to start a new line of blood more powerful than anything ever to exist before… They are not just men… They are also… Wolf.”

  Wolf.

  The word seemed to reverberate around Bonnie’s mind and she felt her whole body tremble. She had heard whispers of wolves out there in the Highlands. Stories of how dangerous they were and of how people had been savaged by them during the hunting months of spring. Bonnie thought of how there had been many times she had listened to her father talking to his comrades about how they would one day destroy the wolves if they did indeed exist and she had wondered what on earth he had been speaking of. Of course wolves exist, she had thought, but why would father want to destroy them all?

  As she looked into Ariane’s eyes and her heart pounded in her chest, she knew now why her father had been so intent on destroying these fabled wolves. Because they were a threat. They were destroying clans all across Scotland and rising into a power all their own. And now it looked like Castle Grant and the rest of Bonnie’s clan were in trouble. The wolves were coming for them and if what legend said was true, there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it.

  “Did Lord Drummond say when?” she asked Ariane with trepidation, but her loyal chambermaid simply shook her head.

  “No,” she admitted. “I have not heard word of when…”

  Bonnie looked into the flames of the fire and then rose to her feet. She understood the gravity of what she was being told, but it was all so intense and seemed too unbelievable, she almost couldn’t get her head around it. If they were really half men and half wolf, that was certainly something she would never be able to fathom… And then she thought of the possibility of her body being ravaged by one of the beasts and although it made her heart pound, it also caused a ripple of excitement to rumble through her.

  Wolves were storming across the Highlands and one of them was coming for her, to make her his bride…

  7.

  Bonnie thanked Ariane again for her loyalty and then asked her to leave her alone for a while so she could gather her thoughts.

  Nothing in what she had just been told was making much sense, but at the same time, it all felt as if it was meant to be. Bonnie had regularly dreamt of wolves and had heard her family and others around Castle Grant speak of the dangers that lurked out across the mountains and within the forests nearby. But never in her wildest dreams could she ever have thought that something like this would come to her door… And the idea of these huge men who were half human and half wolf was both exciting as it was terrifying.

  She walked to the window and looked out across the loch. The mist had rolled down the mountains and looked as if it were skating across the top of the water perfectly, laying over it like a blanket. She shivered. Something in the air was different and now she knew what.

  Trouble was coming.

  She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. Her plump frame was warm from the raging fire, but even that couldn’t stop the ice from running within her. She was nervous, and yet, she had to know more.

  She quickly crossed her bed chamber to where she stored her dresses. As she slipped quickly out of her nightgown and pulled her new beautiful blue velvet robes up over her body and the swell of her breasts, she flicked her hair out of the collar and let it trail all the way down her back. She could see her reflection in the silver vase that her mother had placed on the hearth and she caught the azure blue of her eyes, which made her stop and look at herself fully for a moment.

  She had always been told how rare her beauty was, but as she stood there and studied herself in the reflection of the silver, she truly realized why she would be in more danger than any other of the daughters of the castles around the Highlands. Her hair was a deep, rich red, not orange and fiery like many of the girls of Scotland. Her skin was pale and alabaster, and her eyes were so deeply blue and striking they were enough to stop grown men in their tracks.

  Her father had always told her that he was waiting for the right man for her to marry, that she deserved the best, and with her exotic looks, she would most certainly be afforded it. But she worried now, what if he had left it too late? If she already had a husband, would it have made a difference to this clan storming through the mountains and searching for their brides to create a pure bloodline? Or would she have been taken all the same?

  She rubbed her forehead and placed a single white flower behind her ear. She had no idea what the answers to her questions may be, but she did know that she needed to speak with her parents.

  She had to find out if it was all true, once and for all.

  She swept out of her bedchamber and past the guards who instantly jumped and started to race after her.

  “M’lady,” one called. “Please, you must remain guarded.”

  “I’m hungry, good sir,” she said as she dismissed him. “Follow me if you must, but I am making my way to the main hall where I will dine with my parents.”

  She flounced off without giving them another glance, but she was still aware of them trailing her, the heavy sounds of their boots clomping and the jangling of their armor behind her.

  She continued down the darkened hallways and toward the large staircase that ran down the center of the castle. As she got to the top, she was aware of the eyes upon her from the people milling around on the floor below, but she was determined to not let them bother her as they had done the evening before. She had places to be and answers to find, and she wouldn’t stop until she got them.

  When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she heard the guards jangle down behind her and follow along another darkened hallway to the main hall. The doors were open wide and even though there were guards on either side, they did not look at her as she rushed past them and made her way into the hall.

  The long tables that were arranged around the room were filled with men and women, eating and drinking, acting more jovial than she had expected considering what had happened with Lord Drummond and the news that was quickly spreading through the castle. She could feel their eyes turn up to her as she passed, but none of them really paid her much attention, and as she reached the top table, where her parents sat with a full pic laid out before them, she put her hands on her hips and looked at them with challenge.

  “Bonnie,” her father smiled warmly, much of the anxiety he had displayed the previous evening erased from his face. “Do join us…”

  Bonnie didn’t know what was happening, but it seemed as if this day was completely different, almost as if the night before had never happened. She climbed up onto the long raised ridge where the top table was stationed and moved around the back toward her parents. As she sat down next to her mother, she looked up at her and searched her face for some sign of fear or worry, but there was none present.

  “Mother?” she as
ked finally. “I need to talk to you…”

  “Not now, Bonaventure,” she smiled as she ran a hand through her thick ruby hair. “Look at the feast before us, surely you must be hungry, you did not join us for last night’s meal…”

  Bonnie sighed and looked around. No one seemed concerned as they had the night before, and no one appeared to be watching her as closely as they had been. Her parents were also a lot more relaxed and she couldn’t help but think that maybe she had gotten it all wrong… And not only that, but that Ariane had lied to her.

  She felt the rage build in her belly.

  “But mother,” she continued, “I really do need to talk with you.”

  “Bonnie,” her mother said sternly, “now is not the time.”

  She raised her eyebrows and looked at her as if they had a secret between them. Her father sat on the other side of her mother, completely oblivious to their discussion, looking out across the room with a wide smile on his face.

  “Okay,” Bonnie whispered, not sure of what else to say. “I guess it can wait…”

  Although it really couldn’t.

  She sat quietly and let the servers carve up some of the suckling pig and load it on the plate in front of her. They passed her a tankard of wine and Bonnie ate slowly and with caution, the nerves still rumbling around inside of her.

  When she had finished her meal, she pushed the dish away and looked up at her mother. She was looking down at her with a pained expression in her eyes and mouthed to her silently so that they were the only two people in the world to know…

  Meet me out by the loch.