Well, it’s almost weekend – yay! Hope you have some fun plans – be that fireworks, bonfires, or just a chance to relax. Nano is off to a good start here, I’m actually on schedule for once – we’ll see how long it lasts 😉 New words are always good though. On that note, I thought I would share with you a wee teaser from my Nano novel – which will be the third in my wolves series and is tentatively titled Scarlett Prophecy. If you’ve read my earlier books, this is Sebastian’s story. I just can’t resist trying to redeem a villain lol! Since this is Nano, please bear in the mind this is unedited – hope you enjoy 🙂
Sebastian paced the small, bare cell. Four long strides length-wise, five width-wise. It was reasonably comfortably, God knows he’d been in worse places, but that didn’t take away from the fact that it was a cell. He couldn’t abide being contained. There was a quiet tread of footsteps outside and he forced himself to sit on the hard single bed and school his face into the calm, contained look he was known for. It wouldn’t do to let his captors know they were getting to him. The footsteps passed by though and after a brief pause he resumed the pacing. The cell was plain, thick stone walls, the bed with a light blanket, a metal urinal in the corner and that was about it. Nothing he could use, nothing that could be a possible weapon. A tiny window was set near the roof, he had to stand on the bed to see out the bottom and then there was nothing to see but a wall opposite. If he led on the bed he could look up at the sky through the thick bars – but that was depressing so he would rather pace.
A frown crossed his brow. Captured was an unacceptable state of affairs, and he still wasn’t entirely sure how it had come to this. He had been going to die, had been fully prepared for it. He should have died, it was something he accepted with his lifestyle and God knows he had little enough to live for.
He paused again, his sharp ears picking up the soft tread of footsteps again and this time he instinctively knew – it was her. He sat on the bed again, waiting with an outward patience he didn’t feel. The door swung inwards and he saw the guard first. It was the large blonde one today, his eyes sharply scanning the room and his jaw tightening as he gazed at Sebastian with thinly veiled distaste. Sebastian gazed calmly back, he didn’t give a crap what the man thought about him. If they were in the field he would kill him without a second thought and he had no doubt the man would do the same to him. That was almost as it should be and he shared the man’s distaste of his captivity. Then the man stepped aside and she came in.
It took all he had to hide his emotions now. Sophie. That was her name, but he knew precious little else about her. Yet it was down to her that he was. All down to her that he wasn’t dead now. The she-wolf monster had been going for him, he had seen the killing intent in her eyes, the aim for the throat and then this woman had stopped her. The wolves had seemed as shocked as him when she’d shouted for them to stop, but they had. He didn’t know why, she seemed to have no particular rank, but they had bowed to her will and so now he was here. Trapped in this cell because now they hadn’t killed him they didn’t seem to know what to do about him. And her, she came every day, without fail. He eyed her, telling himself that it was because one of the first rules of battle was to know your enemy, but really because he just couldn’t seem to help himself.
Better get back to it! Take care x