PROLOGUE
[b]Dark as night and fleet of foot the Wolf raced under a hunter's moon. He ran For the love of it, and he ran alone, through the ground tower of trees, the purple shadow of the forest, the magic of the night .
The wind across the sea spewed across the pines, send them singing songs of the ancients and spilling their scents into the air. Small creatures with eyes that gleamed hid and watch the sleek black shape bullet through the Lacy layer of mist that shimmer down the beaten path.
He knew they were there, could smell them, hear the rapid beat of their blood. But he hunted nothing that night but the night itself.
He had no pack, NO mate, only solitude.
A restlessness lived in him that not even speed and freedom cold quell. In his quest for peace, he hunted the forest, stalked the cliffs, circles the clearings , but nothing soothed order satisfied.
As the path rose more steeply and the trees began to thin, he slowed to a trot, scenting the air, something that has lured him out of the cliff high above the restless Pacific. With powerful stride he climbed the rocks, his golden eyes scanning, seeking, there at the utmost point where the waves clashed like cannon fire and the moon swam white and full, he raised his head and called. To sea, to sky, to night.
To Magic.
the Joel echoed, spread, filled the night with both demand and question. With power as natural as breath. And the whispers that flickered back told him only that a change was coming. Ending, beginnings. Destiny. His faith was waiting for him.
Again the rogue black wolf with golden eyes threw back his head and called. There was more and he would have it. Now the earth shook, and the water swirled. Far over the sea, a single spear of lightning broke the blackness with a blinding white flash. In it's after glow for an instant -a heartbeat only- was the answer.
Love waits.
And the magic trembled in the air, danced over the sea with sounds that might have been laughter. Tiny sparks of ligh Skimmers over the surface, bumbling, twirling to spin into the star-strewn sky in a gilt cloud .
The wolf watched, and he listened, even when he turned back to the forest and it's shadow, the answer trailed after him.
Love waits.
As the restlessness in him grew, beat with his heart, he shot down the path, powerful strides tearing the fogs to ribbons. Nowhere his blood heated with the speed, and veering left, he broke through the trees toward the soft glow of lights, there the cabin stood sturdy, it's windows shining with welcome. The whisper of the night felt quite.
As he bound up the steps white smoke swirled, blue light shimmered, and wolf became man...[/b]

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Just keep your fingers cross and enjoy the ride with me.
Updates are gonna be uploaded thrice every week due to my very serried schedules but trust me, it's going To be a very leeeeeeeghnty and interesting as earlier promised.
Updates kicks off tomorrow.

Op this place is still dusty
* Clean my sit... Sat down*
*Sipping my chibuku*

[b]CHAPTER 1/1


Dedicated towrite2obi.


When Rowan Orinya got her first look at the cabin, she was filled with a sense of both relief and fear. Relief that she'd finally come to the end of the long drive from Ibadan to this sheltered spot on the coast of this Banana Island and fear for the exact reason.
She was here, she has done it.
What next?
The practical thing of course, was to get out of the four wheel drive, unlock the front door and give herself a tour of the place she intended to make home for the next three months. unpack what belongings she brought with her. Make herself some tea and take a hot shower.
Yes, those were all practically reasonable things to do she told herself. And she sat exactly where she was, In the two week old Range Rover sport, her long slender fingers tensely griping at the wheel.
She was alone, complete and absolutely alone.
It was what she wanted, what she needed, what she'd pushed herself to accomplish for months so that when the offer of the cabin had come, she'd snatched it as if it were a tree limb and she has been sinking in quicksand.
Now that she had it she couldn't even get out of the car.
"You're such a fool Rowan." She whispered it, leaning back and closing her eyes for just a moment.
''Such a coward "
she sat, gathering her energies, a small slenderly built woman with a creamy skin that has lost it's sheen rose. Her hair was as straight as rain and the color off a polished black oak, now she wore it pulled back in a thick double braid that was coming loose, her nose was straight, Her mouth just slightly wide for the triangle of her face. Her eyes, tired now for hours of driving with long lashes were now shadow gray, long lidded and tilted at the corner.
Elf's eyes, her father often said, and thinking of that, she felt tears welling up in them.
She'd disappointed him and her mother, the guilt of that weigh like a stone in her heart. She hadn't been able to explain, not clearly enough, not well enough, why she hadn't been capable of continueing in the path they'd so carefully cleared for her. Every steep she'd taken In it has been a strain, as if every step has taken her farther and farther from where she'd needed to be.
What she needed to be.
So In the end she'd run. Oh, not in actuality. She was much too reasonable to have run away like a thief in the night. she'd made specific plans, followed concrete steps, but under it all she'd been fleeing from home, from career, from family. from the love that was smothering her as surely as if it's hands had been clapped over her mouth and nose.
Here S's she'd promised herself, she'd be able to breathe, To think, to decide and maybe, just maybe, to understand what it was that kept her from being what everyone seems to want her to be.
If in the end she discovered she was wrong and everyone else was right, she was prepared to deal with it. But she would take this three months for herself.[/b]

#following.....

Ok. Following

[b]CHAPTER 1/2

She opened her eyes again and let herself look, and as she did she felt her muscles relaxed. it was so beautiful, she realized.
The grand majesty of trees shooting up into the Sky and whistling in the wind, the two story cabin tucked into a private glen, the silver flash of the sun off the busy little stream that snacked to the west.
The cabin itself gleam dark gold in the sunlight, it's wood was smooth, it's windows sparkled, the little covered porch looked perfect for sitting in a lazy mornings or quite evenings. From where she sat she thought she could see the brave spears of spring bulbs testing the air.
They'd find it chilly yet, she mused .Belinda had warned her to buy flannel and To expect spring To come late to this corner of the world.
well, she know how to build a fire she told herself, glancing at the stone chimney.
In her father's house She wouldn't need to lift a finger as her maids will attend to all of her needs, all she would have needed do was to curl under her duvet at a time like this and reading any novel from any of her favourite writers, but here she'd just have To make due with whatever faith threw her way.
She'd promised herself that she's going to built fire if there's no warmer in the cabin already just to welcome herself to her new home.
Steadier, she opened the door and stepped out, her heavy boots snapped a thick twig with a sound like a bullet. She'd pressed Her hand to her chest laughing a little, New boots for the city girl, she thought, jingling the keys just to make noise, she walked To the cabin, up the two steps to the porch, she slipped the Key she'd labeled ' front door ' into the lock and taking a deep breath, pushed the door open and fell in love.
"Oh would you look at this! " a smile lit her face as she stepped inside, circled merrily with a gleeful smile on her face " Belinda God bless you!".
The walls were the color of warmly toasted bread, framed in dark wood, accented with the magical paintings her friend was renowned for. colorful rugs were scattered over the polished wood floor, the furnishing were simple, clean lines, with deep cushions that picked up those wonderful tones of emerald, sapphire and Ruby.
To complete the fairy-tale aspect, there were statues of dragons, wizards, bowls full of stones or dried flowers and sparkling geodes, Charmed, Rowan dashed up the stairs and hugged herself as she toured the two large rooms there.
One, full of light from a ring of windows, was obviously her frien 's studio when she used the cabin. Canvasses, paints and brushes were neatly stored, an easel stood empty, a smock hung, paint splattered, on a brass hook.
Even here there were pretty touches, fat white candles in a silver holders, glass stars, a globe of Smokey crystal. The bedroom thrilled her with it's huge canopy bed draped in white linen, the little fire place to warm the room, the carved rose armoire.
It felt peaceful Rowan realized. Settled, content, welcoming. Yes, she could breath here, She could think here. For some inexplicable reason, she felt she could belong here.
Anxious Now to begin settling in, She hurried downstairs, out the door she'd left open her SUV. She'd grabbed the first box from the cargo area, when the skin at the back of her neck prickled. Suddenly her heart thundered in her chest and her palm sprang with damp.
She turned quickly, managed only one strangled gasp.
The wolf was pure black, with eyes like gold coins. And it stood at the edge of the trees, still as a statue carved from onyx. Watching her. she could do no more than stare while her pulse beat like fury. Why wasn't she screaming? She asked herself, why wasn't She running?
Why was she more surprised than afraid?, had she dreamed of him? couldn't she just catch the edge of some misty dream where he run through the mist toward her? Is that why she seemed so familiar,almost... expected? [/b]