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    The Red Wolves: The Legend of Iski Flare, #2
    The Red Wolves: The Legend of Iski Flare, #2
    The Red Wolves: The Legend of Iski Flare, #2
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    The Red Wolves: The Legend of Iski Flare, #2

    By Georgina Makalani

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    Iski Flare is eager for adventure, but you should always be careful what you wish for.

     

    Haunted by loss, Iski heads deep into the forest chasing rumours of giant wolves. Instead of beasts he finds a woman in red and a village hidden deep amongst the trees.


    Not is all as it seems. The Reds are keeping secrets not only from him, but from some of their own. The Grandmother doesn't have the control she thinks she does, and her favourite granddaughter may just tear the tribe apart, rather than make it stronger.

    There is more hidden in the trees than Iski is prepared for. And there may be more than their way of life in danger.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGeorgina Makalani
    Release dateMay 7, 2016
    ISBN9780994513137
    The Red Wolves: The Legend of Iski Flare, #2

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      The Red Wolves - Georgina Makalani

      Iski Flare lay back on the hard, narrow bed and turned towards the small window. What he wouldn’t give for a decent bed. A sharp breeze pulled at the curtains and he shivered, but it was comforting to know that he was close to the outside world. He sucked in a breath, pulled the thin blanket up over his shoulders and closed his eyes.

      Flare’s dried and broken legs appeared before him and he was on his feet and leaning out into the cool night air. All he had wanted was to prove himself a man and he was quite sure that he hadn’t done that; despite defeating the witch that had held them prisoner for so long. And then he had lost Flare anyway. Her essence drained, leaving nothing but a dried shell he couldn’t recognise.

      You will catch your death, Flare’s spirit whispered and he reluctantly pulled back into the room and closed the window.

      I like the air.

      She can’t get to you now, her gentle voice said.

      Hmm, he muttered sitting on the edge of the bed. He had lost her; unable to hold her or feel her. Sometimes he thought he could, but he wasn’t sure if that was memory or the fact that her spirit haunted him.

      What do you want? she asked.

      Adventure, he whispered as he lay back on the bed.

      You are such a boy, Iski Flare. She laughed but the words hurt more than he thought they could.

      I want to help people. Like I did for Muteguard. There are things out there that we can’t explain and I want the chance to help put them right.

      I know, she whispered, her voice softer and calmer.

      I miss you.

      I am here.

      But you’re not.

      Silence followed and although there were times he longed for peace; it was harder when she was silent. He pulled the blanket back up and rolled onto his side.

      People were keen to talk to him, and take his help. But he wasn’t chasing witches, he was saving women from drunken husbands, negotiating between business partners, and helping disgruntled workmen.

      Life was not what he had envisaged when he left Muteguard six months ago, and from the stories he heard, he regretted not pulling Flare out of there and far away years before.

      How long since you have been in the forest? Flare whispered in his ear.

      Any forest in particular?

      You love the trees, why not go exploring? You may be surprised by what you find.

      What do you know?

      Far more than I can tell you.

      I miss you, he said again.

      Sleep, my love. And tomorrow you shall find your adventure.

      Iski straightened his hat and rolled his shoulders; adjusting the leather satchel over his shoulder, more worn now than when he first packed it, it was also heavier. The kitchen girl, Betty, had given him a dense loaf of bread to take with him. He had offered to pay, but she had wanted to repay him for helping her mother.

      Iski lifted the axe over his shoulder, pulled the door closed behind him and padded down the stairs. As he passed through the quiet tavern, a lone man stood at the bar. Iski paused, it was too early for a customer and there was no one on the other side to serve him. Another who stayed the night perhaps?

      The man turned and Iski moved straight to him. Three angry red lines marked his face and he wore a rough bandage over one eye.

      Are you the traveller the village is talking about? he asked.

      Iski gave a short nod and leaned his axe against the bar.

      There are so many stories out there, the man continued looking down at his hands clenched on the bar before him.

      I have heard a few, Iski said.

      Do you believe them? he said without looking up.

      Iski shrugged. Life can be hard to believe at times. I have heard tales of golden cities, women with tales like fish, and witches.

      The man looked up then, his uncovered eye unblinking.

      I have seen a witch, so the other stories may not be far from truth, Iski said.

      I heard stories of tall, broad trees that grow deep in a forest. Straight and strong. I thought I could cut the wood and make my fortune.

      The man didn’t appear to carry an axe.

      The trees were tall, he muttered, and thick through like a house, but the story tellers didn’t mention the wolves.

      Iski leant against the bar and looked down at the worn wooden surface, as pale as the trees he once cut, but smooth, almost soft, from years of wear. Wolves? he asked quietly.

      The man shivered ever so slightly and a wheezing cough escaped his lips. Big wolves, he whispered.

      Can you tell me what happened? Iski prompted, looking over the bar and wondering if it was too early for a drink, because the man certainly looked like he could do with it.

      They were all around the trees ... not letting me close ... and the horse ... he added in a barely audible whisper.

      They were protecting the trees? Iski asked watching him closely as he nodded, his hands almost white from the strength with which he gripped them together.

      He grabbed Iski’s arm suddenly, vice-like in his hold and his eye wild.

      Why would they? How could they?

      Iski shook his head slowly and removed the man’s hand from his arm.

      The wolves knew what they were protecting, he continued. No one goes into the forest. But I need to make a living, I need those trees.

      Do you want me to go with you?

      The man stepped back from the bar shaking his head. I’m going to find another living, far from here. I’m not going back into the trees.

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