The Sentinel Keeper (Forest Series) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Sarah Kent
hundred times before.
Melchior didn’t move. Both of them faced off in the middle of the room, the air turning cold with their aggression.
“I’m smiling at you. It seems you have a problem you need to handle. Unless you want me to take care of her.”
Blood pounded in Melchior’s head, a red haze of rage descending on him. He moved so quickly that Aslan didn’t even have time to react, throwing him on the floor and pressing his arm deep into his neck, cutting off his air. His strength was so great that he almost felt the spinal cord snap before he tore himself back.
“That was for the cut earlier,” he hissed.
Aslan’s eyes narrowed as he sat up rubbing his hand over his bruised neck.
“Don’t you touch her. Ever. I’ll sort it out tonight later tonight.’” He spat out as he stalked out of the training room naked. He stormed along the stone corridors and up into his tower. She was making a fool out of him.
The door to his bedroom slammed shut behind him and Melchior stalked to the window and looked out over the forest. He hoped the icy winter air would his blood. He was off-centre.
His forest. He was Lord here and everybody knew it.
He could feel the forest now in his blood. He could feel every tree and every movement down below. He knew she was no longer there. But his power extended beyond that and the ground gave up its secrets to him. He felt his power surge through the earth along the soil and under the town until the female’s particular frequency came to him.
Got her, he thought as he turned away to pull on some clothes.
He strapped a long fighting sword across his chest he stood at the window above the black forest, waiting below him like a familiar friend. He would deal with her later. But right now he was joining his men on patrol. It was just what he needed to clear his head.
He stepped from the window into the cold night air. For aching seconds he plummeted towards the ground, the freezing forest air rushing past him as it ripped through his clothes. The ground loomed before him, racing towards him and a bone-crunching impact. But he knew that was no way out for him or his kind. Centuries ago, locked in his torment in an immortal jail he had tried that. Immortals like him did not die, not even if they craved it with their every breath. The ground was so close he could taste it when, in a flash of light he changed form, flashing across the sky in a bolt of raw lightening.
CHAPTER 5
Melchior took form from light into solid on a cold outcrop far in the frozen lands. Behind him rolled the thunder that was the warrior Blane and beside him he felt the familiar wind that carried Aslan. Blane stalked over to Melchior, shaking off the low rumble that moved with him, as sound became matter. His long dark hair streamed behind him and a pair of daggers crossed his chest. But Blane’s weapon of choice was already in his hand, a lethal crossbow that shot bolts made of honed steel. They were the perfect weapons against the demon changelings from the underworld ruled by Lord Niyan.
Aslan preferred hand-to-hand combat and the warrior was a master at a close kill. Already he had a dagger in one hand and a long stabbing sword in the other. The three of them formed a tight circle as the sea lashed the rocks.
“Sorry to cut into your date,” Aslan grinned, “but we just got the Intel. Scouts picked up this breeding colony about five minutes ago during a routine passover.” He grinned. “It seems we have hit the motherload”
The three of them looked at the entrance to a dark tunnel that lead from the rock seemingly to the centre of the earth.
Blane dropped a duffel bag next to the rock with a heavy thump and started to pull out a small arsenal of explosives. The man was an asset in any fight, but he was a loner who kept to himself and he had started a steady downward spiral over the last century. He was a loose cannon with a predilection for
Melchior didn’t move. Both of them faced off in the middle of the room, the air turning cold with their aggression.
“I’m smiling at you. It seems you have a problem you need to handle. Unless you want me to take care of her.”
Blood pounded in Melchior’s head, a red haze of rage descending on him. He moved so quickly that Aslan didn’t even have time to react, throwing him on the floor and pressing his arm deep into his neck, cutting off his air. His strength was so great that he almost felt the spinal cord snap before he tore himself back.
“That was for the cut earlier,” he hissed.
Aslan’s eyes narrowed as he sat up rubbing his hand over his bruised neck.
“Don’t you touch her. Ever. I’ll sort it out tonight later tonight.’” He spat out as he stalked out of the training room naked. He stormed along the stone corridors and up into his tower. She was making a fool out of him.
The door to his bedroom slammed shut behind him and Melchior stalked to the window and looked out over the forest. He hoped the icy winter air would his blood. He was off-centre.
His forest. He was Lord here and everybody knew it.
He could feel the forest now in his blood. He could feel every tree and every movement down below. He knew she was no longer there. But his power extended beyond that and the ground gave up its secrets to him. He felt his power surge through the earth along the soil and under the town until the female’s particular frequency came to him.
Got her, he thought as he turned away to pull on some clothes.
He strapped a long fighting sword across his chest he stood at the window above the black forest, waiting below him like a familiar friend. He would deal with her later. But right now he was joining his men on patrol. It was just what he needed to clear his head.
He stepped from the window into the cold night air. For aching seconds he plummeted towards the ground, the freezing forest air rushing past him as it ripped through his clothes. The ground loomed before him, racing towards him and a bone-crunching impact. But he knew that was no way out for him or his kind. Centuries ago, locked in his torment in an immortal jail he had tried that. Immortals like him did not die, not even if they craved it with their every breath. The ground was so close he could taste it when, in a flash of light he changed form, flashing across the sky in a bolt of raw lightening.
CHAPTER 5
Melchior took form from light into solid on a cold outcrop far in the frozen lands. Behind him rolled the thunder that was the warrior Blane and beside him he felt the familiar wind that carried Aslan. Blane stalked over to Melchior, shaking off the low rumble that moved with him, as sound became matter. His long dark hair streamed behind him and a pair of daggers crossed his chest. But Blane’s weapon of choice was already in his hand, a lethal crossbow that shot bolts made of honed steel. They were the perfect weapons against the demon changelings from the underworld ruled by Lord Niyan.
Aslan preferred hand-to-hand combat and the warrior was a master at a close kill. Already he had a dagger in one hand and a long stabbing sword in the other. The three of them formed a tight circle as the sea lashed the rocks.
“Sorry to cut into your date,” Aslan grinned, “but we just got the Intel. Scouts picked up this breeding colony about five minutes ago during a routine passover.” He grinned. “It seems we have hit the motherload”
The three of them looked at the entrance to a dark tunnel that lead from the rock seemingly to the centre of the earth.
Blane dropped a duffel bag next to the rock with a heavy thump and started to pull out a small arsenal of explosives. The man was an asset in any fight, but he was a loner who kept to himself and he had started a steady downward spiral over the last century. He was a loose cannon with a predilection for
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