Winter Rain, part 47

Chapter 5

I hear footsteps approaching the door and I scootch me and Morey out of the way just as it swings open. Dugan steps inside and takes in the room. Cold, autumn air sweeps in past him, causing the fire to flap, then blaze. Orlaith plunks down on the hearth, her back close to the heat, and Dugan’s mate crosses the room to sit down beside her. She drapes her arm around the girl’s shoulders.

“Met the rest of the family, have you?” Dugan asks with a smirk, and winks at his granddaughter as she snuggles into her grandmother. Morey’s paws hold my hand down on his belly, but he stops licking to stare at his grandfather.

I smile sheepishly and nod when Dugan’s eyes return to me.

“Arm fixed, I see.” he adds.

“Yes, Sir, thank you.” Shit. I need her name. “Your mate” would just be an admission.

“I’m sorry,” I say, turning to her, “in all of the excitement, I must not have caught your name.”

She grins. “It’s ‘Tieve’.”

I nod, “Thank you,” and return to Dugan. “Yes, Tieve’s ointment was a miracle. I probably couldn’t have fixed it without her help.”

He smiles and reaches down to offer me his hand—more a command than a question. I extricate my fingers from Morey’s grasp—who snorts and rolls to stand, then runs over to bump up against Dugan’s leg—and accept his help up.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he asks, as I reach my feet.


“It’s lunch time. We hunt in the afternoon. You and your cousin will join us.”

“Oh, Sir, that’s quite an honour!”

He smiles and claps me on the back. “Good! Then it’s settled. Tieve—”

Shit. A hunt would be wonderful, I can’t believe he’s offering! But we can’t stay. We’d lose hours—at least.

Yeah. And you don’t trust Brennan to behave.


“But, Sir . . . “

“Hmmm?” he asks.

“Sir, we would be deeply honoured to join you in a hunt,” I begin again, and slow to give myself time to pick words carefully, “and I can’t express how much your offer means, Sir . . . ”

He waves his hand impatiently. “But?”

I suppress a smile at his guess. “But, Sir . . . our business with Carrigan is rather urgent . . . and it is of vital interest to my family.”

“Vital?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Shit. I’m saying too much.

I take a deep breath. “Sir, you and your family have been very kind, and I am deeply grateful to you for your help. Please be certain, Sir—we mean you no insult. But we have to get to Carrigan’s as soon as possible. I hope you can forgive our haste.”

He watches me closely, and I try to stay relaxed—relaxed, yet sincere. Finally, he says, “Understood, son. I wouldn’t want one of mine talking out of turn to another First, either.

I smile and nod once in thanks.

“But the next time you visit, we hunt together. Agreed?”

“Agreed. Thank you, Sir.”

He steps back and leans his head out the door.

“Keely! In here, girl!”

He gets close and rests his hands on my shoulders, then, quietly says, “Now, Tiergan, I need you do me a favour.”

A favour?

“Keely’s my youngest. She’s a smart girl—strong, too. I want you to take her with you. You’ll need someone to introduce you to Torrin, anyway.”

Keely arrives—ten stone, just about full-grown, light grey over brown fur, tail high in the air—and he turns his head to her. “Go get dressed, girl. I need you to take young Tiergan here to Torrin’s.” Her tail begins to wag furiously, and she darts under the table and past the hearth into the back of the house.

He returns his attention to me.

“She’s been nagging me no-end to let her see more of the world, and you’ll be seeing a good part of it, on the way to Carrigan’s. Will you take her with you?”

“Sir?” All the way?


“Oh, leave the poor boy alone, Dugan,” Tieve adds from her spot on the hearth. “Can’t you see he already has enough t’ worry about?”

He ignores her and presses me again. “Tiergan, take her with you.” Raising his eyebrows and leaning in, he adds, “I’ll owe you one.”

Fuck. I’ve turned down his invitation already, and he’s graciously accepted my apology. I can’t very well refuse him this. But she’s probably going to be as bad as Conlan. Worse, because I won’t be able to smack her into line. And if she screws up anything with Carrigan . . . .

But he’s asked, and we can use all the friends we can get. And if he trusts her to go . . . .

Screw it.

“We’d be honoured, Sir, to have your daughter along.”

15 Responses to “Winter Rain, part 47”

  1. Katrin says:

    Hey there,

    I am SO addicted to your writing.
    I haven’t been reading xour updates for a few weeks now (due to personal stuff) and found the time, yesterday to remember your story. I read the missed updates, although I should have been sleeping, than this morning, I sat right back here and read the tangent.
    Now 4 to 6 hours have past, I have been back at least five times to “See if there was an update jet.”

    I can’t wait till it’s there . . . 

    Sidenote: I got the part about the infant and his panic, without a problem, but maybe it’s me, reading and writing werewolf-stories for waaay to many years.

    Or having to do with real wolves at work (though my job lasts only ’till last of September) . . . I don’t know.

    Anyway: Just wanted to say: I love your story keep on writing, and (I am addicted! A lot! ;-)  In a good way though)

    Lot’s of all that you seek


  2. Hi Katrin — it’s nice to hear from you!  I’d like to say I feel awful about keeping you up, but, I’d be lying.  :-D

    By the way, WR48 is about half-written (and a day overdue).  I have work, presently, but hopefully it will be up early this evening (ET).  Watch the Twitter feed for updates.

    And thanks for commenting!

  3. Kitty says:

    I have to agree with Sarah.

    She was never Spunky.

    Spunky young she-wolves added to my list of things that make you go “hmmmmmmmmmmmmm”

  4. Showeda says:

    I too think Dugan knew exactly what he was doing . . . Hunt, indeed . . . Keely is obviously going to be key . . . Dugan has his own stuff with Torrin . . . Unless of course Keely is family ‘black sheep’ so to speak and they just want rid . . . Nah

  5. Showeda says:

    I too am feeling it for Brennan . . . I’m glad I didn’t put the extra thought I had about Dugan, seeing Teirgan’s worth and trying to make him family . . . Keely seems very young here . . . But hey, I’m sooo much older and I still like ‘chips with mine’ . . . 

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