Promise is most given when the least is said. 

Chapter 1

A gentle wind ruffled Mandi, my Palomino’s blonde mane. She was walking slowly; her head hung low like mine. My heart was heavy, filled with sorrow, and broken beyond measure. As we had left Dex and Lilly’s cabin earlier this morning, I tried to hold back the tears—tried to be strong, but without much success.

I sighed. It wasn’t their fault I felt like this. They had offered to make me a part of their family, something I’d so longed for since my parents’ death, but once again circumstances had turned against me. I couldn’t take the pain anymore. The pain of loneliness, the pain of betrayal… I shook my head. I would have to remain distant, close off my heart and not allow the hurt in. If I wasn’t attached emotionally, I couldn’t feel the wound.

This was hardly anything new for me. We had moved so much when I was young, it was the only way I could deal with the loss of friends. It was only recently I’d learned why we could never stay in the same place for long. It had been for my protection. But even my parents’ careful measures, I was sure, didn’t turn out as they’d planned.

I sighed. It had already been six months since their death… six long months since the day Sheriff Taylor arrived on my doorstep to tell me the awful news. I had so many regrets, regrets for not saying three simple word: I love you. I promised myself to never to let the opportunity to slip by again, but it was much harder said than done. I’d almost lost Colt because of my insecurities, almost lost the man I loved, but in the end it really didn’t matter.

The truth that had been hidden from me for so long played on my thoughts, and I raked my fingers in Mandi’s mane. I was something different. I was a Timeless. Born human until around the age of twenty, then we would transform, aging one year for every one hundred human years. Death would be harder, but not impossible, our injuries or illnesses would heal more quickly—and some also inherited powers. Like I was supposed to…

I was the last of the Kvech, the ruling clan—the royal clan thought to have been wiped out. I was unexpected, and potentially dangerous. Everyone feared I’d fall into the wrong hands, become influenced under the wrong beliefs, and have my eventual powers used for evil. As had almost happened to my mother, eldest daughter of the Servak clan. Promised against her will to the Sarac’s leader, Marcus, she had barely escaped his grasp, stopping his dark plans. As a result, she was forced to give me up to my adoptive parents keep me safe… and had eventually paid the price.

I sighed, and shifted my gaze to my left, then right. Callon and Colt were riding in a tight formation, while Daniel led. They were ready for just about anything except my broken heart. They were the cause of it, my so-called protectors. I had a personal army of three, three who would give their lives for me, who’d sworn their undying love and whom I could depend on. But these same three never thought I deserved to know the truth, and constantly kept me in the dark, deceiving me. I didn’t want’ to be around them anymore, but I couldn’t leave, not yet. I wasn’t ready.

 “Callon,” I said quietly. “Can we please stop? I’m hungry and need to rest.”

He rode close, and his fingers brushed my arm. I didn’t look, but I kept my eyes forward, forcing back the tingles that raced down my spine. Why did his touches always do this to me?

“Can you wait about half an hour?” Callon replied. “We’ll be near a creek and can water the horses at the same time.”

I nodded and turned my head towards Colt. His icy blue eyes—sorrow filled since we’d left the cabin—locked on mine, and I quickly looked away. I couldn’t peer into his face; see those blonde locks falling over his tanned brow… it hurt too much.

I was the fool; I should have seen it coming. Colt had posed as my best friend, had been my only close friend since I was a junior in high school. My parents loved him—now I knew why. He was Timeless himself, had worked his way inside my heart, secretly protecting me all along. He helped me every step of the way through my parents death, supporting me, allowing me to make some discoveries on my own before revealing his true identity and the reason he was in my life at all.

I was hurt when I’d found out Colt had only been there as my guardian—I’d thought it was more than that. But he confessed his love for me, and I allowed him back in. Trusted him, loved him, knew he would do anything for me. Like when he ripped a hideous Tresez apart to save me. I felt his love surround me, heard his words and then knew the pain when I found out otherwise. Found out I could never be with him—because I’d been promised to someone else from the start.

Callon’s horse, Bo, snorted, and I glanced over to the other cause of my broken heart, Callon. I had been naive enough to trust him, too. Even fall for him. How could I have been so stupid? Fall for the two of them… fall for two brothers? That was yet another secret they’d kept from me. At least that explained how they were able to communicate telepathically—Daniel as well. They were probably talking things out right now, plotting their next move.

Despite their blood ties each looked so different. I tried to locate the resemblance. Colt was larger than life, broad shoulders, bulking arms, and towering frame. Both he and Callon had the same tan skin, probably inherited from their shared father. Callon was pretty toned himself, but nowhere near Colt’s frame.

I tightened my grip on Mandi’s reins. It was Callon’s fault I was feeling like this. He had known my identity the instant he spotted my rings; the proof of my Kvech and Servak heritage. He was the leader of the Consilador clan; the clan, which had been ruling in my place. I still wasn’t sure what kind of authority he had, but one thing was for sure. I was promised to him—both he and Marcus, forced to bear my mother’s broken vows. I could see him shifting in his saddle, his brown wavy hair glistening beneath the sunshine. His hazel eyes glanced my way and I looked away.

It probably wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Just because my birth mother didn’t fulfill her obligation to Marcus, it didn’t mean I had to agree to take her place. I accepted neither betrothal; no one was going to tell me who I had to choose as a husband. I would make my own choice, and it wouldn’t be either of them… in fact, it wouldn’t be anyone riding with me now.

An hour passed before we finally stopped. Dismounting, I stretched my legs. Mandi wandered to the creek to drink. Colt neared with an outstretched hand, he was holding a sandwich. I kept my attention on the ground and accepted it.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

Hesitating, he watched me fiddle with the food. He lifted his hand and touched my cheek. I flinched and walked away, finding a log to sit and eat alone.

Our rest was brief and Callon helped me mount, his fingers locking on my waist. I fought down the urge to growl, to snap at him not to touch me. I knew he was trying to be kind, trying to make amends for his behavior, but I’d never forgive him. Letting things go so far, refusing to tell me what I needed to know… he could reap what he’d sown.

We rode on. The landscape rolled by slowly. The pines moved as the wind touched their tips; an eagle flew overhead, far above the tree line. It was refreshing to notice these things this time around. On the ride in I had been out of it, attacked by three Timeless men and left broken and disorientated. They had been sent by the Sarac clan to kill children of the Timeless before they transformed. Callon, Colt and Daniel had saved my life—had saved my life a number of times. But much as I owed them, I still couldn’t let go of their lies.

The day waned, and as night was falling a fresh chill surrounded me. Well it was late September. I untied my long-sleeved shirt from my waist and slid it on, glad I had thought ahead.

Darkness came but we continued on, the moonlight guiding the way. No change there then; their pace was as relentless as ever, and I was struggling to keep up. I needed to rest, but I didn’t want to slow us down. Callon moved closer, reaching out for my hand. I saw his concern as he checked me over. My lips were parched, and my whole body ached. I needed water.

“Cheyenne, do we need to stop for the night?” Callon asked.

Everything in me wanted to say yes, but I stood firm.

“I’m fine,” I replied coolly. “Just… ”

I was interrupted as Daniel came to a sudden halt. In seconds Callon had dismounted and was at my side to lift me down.

“Don’t lie to us. You’re tired and dehydrated. I don’t want you to get one of your nasty headaches before we make it home.”

Much as I wanted to argue, I knew he was right. I really didn’t want one on top of everything else. They were horrid, part of my transformation. I had suffered one a few weeks ago after we arrived at Dex and Lilly’s, right after my attack by the three men. It was more than a headache; a fever accompanied it, and I lost my hearing and sight. I had also almost lost Colt, after our fight by the riverside. I sighed. Sometimes I wondered if it would have been better if he had left me there—at least my heart would have remained whole.

Daniel had the tent set up quickly and Colt began gathering wood for the fire.

“Here, drink this,” Callon said as he handing me a canteen. “Are you hungry?”

“No.” I really wasn’t.

“You should eat more. You’re not Timeless yet. I don’t want you to disappear on us.”

“Sorry that my eating habits bother you, Dr. Callon,” I said flatly. I’d be glad when I was Timeless, I’d only have to eat about once a week. The slower metabolism would mean I didn’t have to consume as much food.

“Another ten to fifteen pounds would do you some good.” He paused. “And that’s from a medical perspective.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Even though I was still angry with him, I couldn’t deny that I was thankful he was a doctor. He’d already put me back together a number of times. At the rate I was going, I needed access to twenty-four hour medical care.

Daniel started the fire and Callon motioned for me to sit. I sat on the ground, curled my legs into my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around them. I played with my Servak ring on my index finger, feeling each etched symbol. I kept my gaze on the fire. Colt knew what this meant; he knew I would twist my ring when I was deep in thought. He sighed.

No one bothered to sit too close, they kept their distance as they began to talk out loud amongst themselves. For what reason I didn’t know—they could talk telepathically and always did. It was probably just to keep me listening. I was growing more exhausted by the moment. The tent was up and nearby; I didn’t have anything to prove by staying awake. I stood up and walked inside the canvas, and the conversation stopped. Not bothering to zip it closed, I curled up on the blanket Daniel had laid out for me. I stared at the fire until my lids grew heavy, and I fell asleep.

I was in the misty forest, alone. A dim light was flickering in the expanse and I followed it. I stood at a distance and saw men, rugged warriors gathered round. Their clothing was murky, ragged and worn. A branch snapped behind and I whipped my head around to see white fangs nearing.

My heart raced. It was the Tresez—and there were a lot of them. That same rancid smell touched my nostrils, their midnight eyes glowed with rage. They were just as awful as I remembered, just as large, just as hideous. They took on the appearance of monstrous dogs with porcupine quills that rose and fell with each breath. Their pink gums exposed razor sharp fangs. They circled me. They were going to destroy me—kill children of the Timeless.

I had nowhere to go, no one to help—I was alone—alone again. One of the creatures stepped back, creating an opening while another came from behind… leading me forward. They didn’t attack, they forced me to follow their path—I had no choice. I blinked and we were at the edge of the forest. The thick fog still hovered above the ground in the valley, but it was light. I could see clearly—a battle was taking place there. My heart cried out. Callon, Colt and Daniel were fighting! Fighting the same men I’d seen earlier. One by one I helplessly watched them fall. They were dying for me—to protect me. No! They would not die for me—I bolted out into the field. I ran with everything within me… I couldn’t let them die for me!

“No!” I screamed out.

“Cheyenne!”

I sat straight up, shaking violently. My fingers grasped the ground; I blinked wildly as I oriented myself. It was a dream; the same one from two nights ago. The same terrifying nightmare that had caused me to run into Callon’s arms and kiss him…

“Cheyenne!” Callon’s rough voice called out from the tent entrance. He came inside and knelt down. His jaw tightened as he saw the fear in my eyes. I could tell he wanted to reach out, but he didn’t.

“It was just a dream,” I said in a shaky voice. “I’m fine.” I forced myself to turn away, to lie back down and face the tent wall. Curling into a ball, I wanted Callon to hold me, but I needed to be strong. I didn’t need them; I could handle this on my own. I stared at the tent wall as he contemplated on what to do next. Slowly he drew the blanket over me and I closed my eyes. His fingers brushed my hair behind my ear as he took a breath and rose. I didn’t sleep.

My mind kept running over the dream, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. It wasn’t fair, they hurt me so badly and yet I couldn’t stop loving them. And even if I didn’t, I couldn’t allow them to die for me. Deep down I knew I wouldn’t stay with them any longer than I had to, however, I would do everything within my power to ensure they lived.

By the time dawn came, I was even more exhausted than the night before. I rolled over and saw Callon had placed my pack just inside the door. I crawled forward, and began to dig through it. The tent door was still open, they were sitting close by and I knew Colt’s was watching, waiting for me to come out. I looked up to meet his icy blue stare. His shoulders were tense, his whole body ready to leap up at a moment’s notice. I took a shaky breath and zipped the tent closed.

I changed and sat silently for a few moments. I wanted to wash up, brush my teeth. The canteen was at the fire, next to Colt. I frowned. I was acting like a child just because I couldn’t get my own way. I could face them, I was strong enough—they no longer affected me.

I opened the tent, closing my eyes briefly as I pressed my fingers to my forehead. I forced myself to take the necessary steps, and paused in front of him. Colt leaned forward and handed the canteen over, purposely causing our hands to touch. I bit my lip. He knew what I wanted without me asking.

“Thanks,” I murmured and tried to walk away, but he wouldn’t release his hold. Colt’s free hand swallowed my cheek as he lifted my chin up. His eyes held such remorse, and a blonde wisp of hair fell over his lashes.

“Chey—” he began.

“No, Colt,” I whispered. “It’s too late.” I could hardly keep a level voice, on the brink of tears. What was wrong with me? How could I still love him after all he’d done? I clenched my jaw and turned away. Colt released his hold, leaving Daniel to follow me.

Daniel and I stopped a short distance away. He held the canteen while I brushed and washed. The silence was killing him. I finished and glanced up into his deep blue eyes. His silky black hair fell to his forehead.

 “I’m really sorry, Cheyenne,” he said. “We didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t want you to go away. I want you to stay around.” He hesitated and then touched my hand. Dex had told them I would leave the first chance I got—I stated the words myself the night I found out about the betrothal. “I know we can work this out, just give us a chance. We can make it right.”

I didn’t reply, a sudden chill running down my spine. Seconds later I winced as a sharp pain flared above my shoulder blade. That was where the Tresez’s nail had been embedded in my skin. I pinched my eyes closed and arched my back, and immediately opened them to see the anxiety in Daniel’s. I grabbed his arm swiftly. “I’m fine, Daniel! I’m fine. Don’t you dare say a word!” I stared intently and waited for him to respond. He nodded and I released my hold. My gaze shifted to Callon and Colt, they were tearing down camp—they had seen nothing. We walked back.

“Not a word!” I said under my breath.

I went straight for Mandi; I felt her unease as she felt mine. Something was off, it wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what. Why did my wound hurt like that? It hadn’t been bothering me until right then…

I touched Mandi’s neck and whispered softly to her, “It’s alright, girl, everything’s alright.” I knew she understood me. Lilly had thought it was one of my gifts showing itself early. I glanced around. Callon and Colt seemed to be acting normal; only Daniel kept watching me as they packed. He was so much smaller yet I knew he would be willing to protect me if needed. He could disappear and reappear just by looking to where he wanted to go, an ability called ‘jumping’. One that had often come in handy.

I walked around Mandi’s side and was about to mount when Callon neared. I kept my eyes locked on the ground, theirs told me too much.

He didn’t say a word at first; he just there waiting for me to look up. Eventually he lost patience and forced my head up. I knew what he was doing—it was time for my daily check-up.

“You don’t look so good.” He said as and his brown curls touched his lashes. “Are you feeling alright?”

I sighed. “How many times do I have to tell all of you? I’m fine.” I didn’t matter that I hadn’t actually said the words to Callon yet, I told Daniel and that was good enough.

Callon didn’t release his hold. He was searching, I averted his gaze.

“Will you tell me if you don’t feel well enough to continue?”

“Yes,” I replied knowing full well I wouldn’t. I’d never tell them. I didn’t need his concern—their concern. They would only smother me and I didn’t want smothering—I wanted to be alone.

He withdrew his hand, and I turned to mount. He lifted me with such little effort. Colt was even stronger, able to toss me around like a sack of feathers. I wasn’t that small, about five foot five, and though I’d lost some weight recently—down to one hundred and ten from one twenty—I was by no means easy to carry.

It was quiet as we departed. I didn’t even hear the birds singing. Callon rode closer and reached into his pack. He withdrew a granola bar, then handed it over.

“You need to eat something.” He was using his ‘he who must be obeyed’ voice. “I also want you to drink more today. We still have a two day ride back to the truck.”

I nodded, taking the bar then unwrapping it slowly. I wasn’t hungry, but knew Callon was right. Callon rode closer, closer than yesterday and glancing in my direction more often. For a brief moment the pain in my shoulder blade returned. I fought down the urge to cry out, telling myself it wasn’t as bad, and got away with only a slight alteration to my breathing.

Daniel’s head flipped around, his eyes full of concern. I looked at him realizing he’d heard my shallow gasp. My teeth clenched. He was going to give me away! Daniel’s gaze locked on me for a second, then he turned back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Callon and Colt staring harshly at him. They were drilling Daniel telepathically. Then a stray thought hit me. Callon was the leader of the Consilador clan—their clan. Did that mean he had full power over Daniel? Would he force the truth out of him?

I didn’t have to worry, for as the day wore on nothing more was said. We rode in silence, the sunlight trickling through the treetops and a warm wind caused the tall pines to sway. I pulled my long sleeved shirt off and tied it to my waist; raising my arms I braided my wavy hair at the nap of my neck. It kept the long wisps from tickling my cheeks.

I was beginning to recognize my surroundings as early evening fell. This was the same location we stopped the second night on our trip in, the same place where the Ghosters—the lights—tried to take me. The lights I had seen in the cathedral, the lights Callon refused to tell me about… and the lights that had come between me and Colt, driving us apart.

I shook my head. If I’d known there were beings who could separate themselves from their bodies in the form of lights… if I’d known they could steal my soul… I wouldn’t have looked. If they had explained to me, I would’ve kept my eyes closed. I would’ve held onto Colt and they wouldn’t have had to shout at me after I was so taken in by their beauty that I was almost ripped away.

My emotions bubbled to the surface as we passed a familiar outcrop of trees. Beyond them lay the waterfalls where I first knew I loved Colt. How ironic that with both the cave and waterfalls, He’d shown his heart to me. And both times circumstances had changed so swiftly. It was if fate were toying with me. She allowed me to get close enough to knowing real love then ripped it away—leaving me bleeding and broken.

We broke camp for the night and a single tear streamed down my cheek. I didn’t want to be here, I didn’t want to remember those feelings. I knew Callon didn’t do it to cause me misery, but I was finding it hard to ignore the aches in my chest.

As I dismounted, the pain in my shoulder blade came to life. I stumbled, locking my fingers into Mandi’s mane to steady myself.

Daniel jumped to my side, his blue eyes full of concern. I flashed him a dark look, almost snarling.

“I’m fine.”

He didn’t look convinced. I sought out Colt and Callon; they hadn’t noticed anything.

“Not a word, Daniel,” I hissed.

Daniel simply smiled sadly, before he disappeared.

Chapter 2

I stayed close to Mandi as the trio prepared camp. Daniel quickly set up the tent and Colt went in search of firewood. The distant crackling told me he was splitting wood. Callon tended to the horses, letting them feed in the meadow nearby. I removed Mandi’s tack; it was a good distraction and set her off. Her ears twitched as she stopped grazing to look at me. Both she and I knew something wasn’t quite right, we just didn’t know what.

Callon was standing next to the tent, waiting for me. Reluctantly I walked over; my pack was inside the doorway. Callon’s fingers grasped mine and I looked up.

“I know this isn’t what you want to do right now, but if you change I’ll take you to the falls to clean up.” I shrugged off his hand, then went inside and zipped the tent closed.

He hadn’t given me a choice; I was going to the falls whether I wanted to or not. I knelt and dug through the pack for my swimsuit, shorts and shirt. Changed, I stepped out. Callon was waiting with a towel in hand. I kept my gaze down as I followed after him, feeling Colt’s eyes on my back, wondering if he felt the same misery. I took a shaky breath and continued on.

The walk seemed much shorter this time, maybe because I was in such deep thought. I remembered how the butterflies churned in my stomach as I’d followed behind Colt. How he’d been so gentle, so loving. How he’d carried me to the falls and how I knew he was different than anyone else I’d ever met. We stopped at the water’s edge, and the sound was almost overwhelming. It wasn’t due to the volume; it was due to the memories. Memories that rushed forward, wanting to take over, and I had to fight them back down.

I removed my shoes and clothing, then walked forward into the cold water. As I glanced back, I saw Callon perch on a boulder. I turned around, grasping the small soap bottle tightly in my hand, and dove under as I swam further out away from the falls.

The iciness engulfed me and a chill ran through. I saturated my hair with the shampoo as I unbraided it; making sure I was facing away from Callon. I stared out across the river before me. I was in a quiet pool, a few feet from where the current could pull me out. Would it be a bad thing to let it sweep away my memories?

I tucked the bottle in my suit bottom and dunked under to rinse my hair. When I came to the surface, I found I had twisted and was facing the falls again. The cascading water wasn’t soothing—it caused too many feelings to bubble up. I saw the rock where Colt and I had sat, where we had kissed. Where I’d discovered deep down that I loved him as he loved me…

Tears welled in my eyes and the unbearable ache began to beat a rhythm I couldn’t stop. I pushed myself under; I wanted the freezing water to make me forget. I wanted it to numb my feelings, deaden my heart, and frost my pain. I pushed myself further down and just floated in the murky silent solitude.

I stayed there as long as I could, pushing myself to stay under until I thought my lungs would burst. I released one last air bubble from my mouth, and swam to the surface, gasping as I came out.

A hand latched onto my arm and I jumped. I thought I was alone.

“Cheyenne!” Callon’s eyes were wide with panic. “Are you okay?”

I yanked my arm away, splashing his face with water.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Callon wasn’t satisfied with my answer. He reached forward again and drew me closer.

“But how did you do that?”

I stared at him blankly.

“Do what?”

“Stay under for so long?”

Huh? What was he talking about?

“I… wasn’t under for that long,” I said, irritated. Why did he have to be so overprotective?

“Yes, you were,” Callon said. “Why do you think I’m here in the water with you?”

I frowned.

“You over-reacted, that’s why,” I spat. “Treating me like some helpless child… ”

“You were under the water for more than seven minutes,” Callon said. “I thought the current caught you and took you downstream. After four minutes I began searching. When I saw your air bubble I came for you.”

“Well, I appreciate your concern, but you needn’t have worried.” I tried to pull my arm away again. “Can you please let go? I can swim on my own.”

Callon’s eyes narrowed and he wrapped his arm around my waist. He pulled us to shore. I wanted to struggle and make it more difficult, but it was pointless. I wouldn’t have won.

Callon didn’t release his hold as we came to the bank. Still holding me with one arm, he picked up the towel and proceeded to a large boulder to set me down. He wrapped the towel around and began to rub me dry.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he said calmly.

I was still confused. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“How could you stay under for so long? This isn’t normal.”

Callon moved down and dried my legs.

“I don’t know,” I said, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers. “I was upset about being here, the whole situation. I wanted to forget, distract myself so I held my breath until my lungs hurt.”

Callon snatched the towel away roughly and stood up.

“Get your shoes on.”

I didn’t move. He was in a bad mood, but why? I hadn’t done anything wrong. Slowly I crept away from the boulder and pulled my boots on. I drew my hair to the side and began to wring the water out. Callon crept around me, and he pressed just above my shoulder blade. I flinched. He ran his rough fingers down the length of the wounds. I remained still.

“Does this hurt?” His voice had softened again.

“No. I’m fine.” I stepped away and grabbed my shirt from the ground, pulling it over. Hating myself for still wanting his touch.

“So that’s what Daniel wouldn’t tell me. I saw him glance back and you scowled.” Callon sighed. “It hurts and you didn’t want me to know. Why?”

I bent again and put my shorts on.

“I don’t need your sympathy.”

He gripped my shoulders and slowly turned me. He took my chin in his hand forcing it up. His wet wavy hair dangled on his forehead.

“Cheyenne,” Callon said. “I want to help you. Why won’t you let me?”

“I can handle the physical pain.” I inhaled. “It’s the heartache I can’t.”

Callon stepped closer, raised his other hand to my neck holding it firmly in place. His warm breath poured out as he spoke.

“I’m sorry we caused you such heartache. I’m the one to blame; I shouldn’t have allowed this to go on for so long. I’ll make this right, just give me time.” His lips hovered above mine.

Tears formed as my voice cracked, “No, I’ve had enough. I can’t handle you tearing my heart to pieces again. Just let me go.”

Callon’s face softened.

“I can’t. Don’t you see? We’re bound together eternally and nothing can change that.” He began to caress my cheek. “I’ll not push you, I’ll give you time to heal, but I can’t let you leave. You’re stuck with the three of us and we’ll do everything in our power to protect you. You have a destiny to fulfill and we’re a part of it.”

“I didn’t choose this!” I snapped. “It’s all being forced upon me. I don’t know who I am—I don’t want any of this!”

“Life’s not always about what we want, Cheyenne. Sometimes it’s about what we can offer. Sometimes we have to be self-sacrificing for the better of others. One day you’ll understand.”

The tears were flowing freely now. I lowered my head as Callon drew me into his embrace. His chin brushed my hair as he rubbed my back, like he had after my accident. When would all this heartache end? I’d already lost so much, carried so much on my lonely shoulders. Any happiness, any joy I had was so short lived, ripped from my grasp. What did I have to do to make it last?

I didn’t move from his arms for a long while, exhausted both mentally and physically. I hated the feelings I had for them—for Callon. The way his touch sent a current up and down my spine. I had to resist. I had to fight, otherwise I’d never leave. I had to keep my distance.

A sudden breeze caused me to shiver. Callon pulled away, his hazel eyes filled with empathy.

“Come on, sweetheart, we need to get you by the fire to warm up.” He took hold of my hand and we headed back to camp.

The day grew darker. By the time we returned, a large fire was roaring. Callon must have forewarned Colt and Daniel that I was cold. I kept my gaze down as I headed straight for the tent. I was trying to hide the fact I’d been crying, although knowing they talked more than girls, I was sure Colt already knew. I changed and contemplated curling up on the blanket, but I could see Callon’s shadow. If I didn’t come out, he’d come in. Reluctantly I stepped out.

I stared at the fire and realized I had little options on where to go. Callon directed me to sit between he and Colt—a prison around my heart. I pulled my legs into my chest, wrapped my arms around and stared at the flames. They were watching me, all three wanted to make things right, but it was too late. They’d betrayed me, and I was never going to forgive them. I lay my head on my knees, closing my eyes in hopes of maintaining some sort of composure.

Callon departed briefly and then returned. He rested his hand on my shoulder. “You need to eat. You already refused lunch, you can’t go for too much longer.” I didn’t respond, I wasn’t hungry nor did I really care. His grip tightened. “Cheyenne, if you don’t eat and drink it will hurt you more later. I need you to keep hydrated. We need you to stay strong.”

As much as I didn’t want to, I knew he was right. I did need my strength. I didn’t know when my opportunity to leave would come, but I needed to be ready. Slowly, I sat upright and took the food and water. Callon was clearly distressed; they all were. I ate and drank everything he gave me. When finished I went to the tent and curled up on the blanket to sleep. My body trembled in the cold, as I lay still waiting for dawn to come. I was too afraid to close my eyes. I didn’t want to see the same dream—I didn’t want to see them die. I was so angry with them, but yet I couldn’t turn them away. I had no one else and that’s what frightened me the most… I didn’t want to be alone. I listened to the fire crackling, knew they were watching, but eventually my tiredness won out and I drifted off.

* * * * *

Dawn broke, and I forced my weary lids open. Another day and a half and we would be almost home. It was the brothers’ home, not mine. I’d just be grateful for a warm bed, shower and a door to close them out.

I lay silently, staring at the tent walls, contemplating my life. The mess it had become. It was hard to believe that just a mere twenty-four hours ago, I’d wanted nothing more than to stay in Colt’s strong arms as he showed me the beauty inside that cave. Now I couldn’t be around him—couldn’t be near either of them without my heart tearing in two.

I rolled over and glanced out the tent. They were still sitting around the fire. Colt’s gaze was filled with turmoil as he looked to me. His jaw was tight, muscles tensed. He said he would always be there for me—now he couldn’t. His promise broken because of an older vow that tied me to another; the man who’d killed my parents, Marcus.

Callon, too, had his own part to play in the equation. Quietly siting on the sidelines, letting Colt trick me into believing we could be together, before revealing that I was promised to him as well. Another obligation that dragged on my heart, forcing me to make a choice I didn’t want. How could they have done this to me?

Sighing, I sat up and once again slowly zipped the tent closed. The daylight was too bright and my head was beginning to throb. Digging through my pack, I searched for some pain medication—anything to help ease the pressure. This wasn’t like the headaches I’d had in the past, it was just normal—well, as normal as normal could be for me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any painkillers. I’d have to ask Callon for something. Already my dread was mounting, knowing he would attack me with the endless questions. I grabbed my toothbrush and slid my boots on, unzipped the tent and stepped out.

The morning air was cool and the fire was barely flickering. I didn’t look up, but knew Colt’s attention was locked on me as I approached Callon, half-guessing what his response would be.

“Callon, do you have aspirin? I have a headache.”

Immediately Callon leapt up so fast that I staggered back to stop us colliding. My foot caught on a loose rock and I fell to the ground. Colt and Daniel hovered, anxiety ridden.

“Where are you hurting, Cheyenne?” His hands were at my temples.

I scowled, pushing myself back to my feet.

“It’s just a normal headache, quit panicking! I need some aspirin or something. I don’t want it to get any worse.” Callon’s fingers latched around my arms. I tried to tug myself free, but he wouldn’t let go. “Oh for crying out loud… I’m not lying! The other headaches come on real fast, this is a slow building one—it’s different.” I sighed. “I know the difference between the two. Believe me I’ll tell you if one of them comes again.”

After some hesitation, Callon glanced at Colt and Daniel, before he walked away. They moved in closer, making sure I wouldn’t escape. I watched Callon reach into his pack on Bo and pull out medical supplies. Apparently he was more prepared than I had thought. He strode back, dropped two pills in my hand, then extended the canteen.

“Thank you.” I swallowed the pills and then attempted to walk away. As I took a step he blocked my path. My lip curled. Why did he always have to do this? “I just want to brush my teeth and wash my face. I’m not going to wander off.” He didn’t move, but I wasn’t going to back down. “Please, get out of my way.”

Finally Callon backed off. His eyes moved to Daniel, who bolted to come after me. Taking the canteen from my hands, he helped me wash up.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Cheyenne?”

“Don’t worry about me!” I snapped. My words came out harsher than I intended, but my pride wouldn’t let me apologize.

When we returned, I was surprised to see they had already broken camp. They really wanted to move fast. Maybe they were hoping that if they got me back to the cabin soon, I couldn’t run away. I headed for Mandi, but Daniel took my arm and tugged me toward Callon. As he let go, Callon took hold, and I glared at him.

“You’re not riding by yourself today,” Callon said.

I furrowed my brows.

“Why not?”

“I’m not taking any chances with you,” Callon answered. “You’re riding with me.”

“Why? There’s nothing wrong with me, it was just a simple headache. I’m feeling better with the pills, anyway.”

Callon wasn’t listening. He seized my arm again, so tight it almost hurt.

“We haven’t time to argue.”

I stared at him. He who must be obeyed was back in full swing. But there was something in his hazel eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“There’s a good chance we’re being followed, Cheyenne.”

He was being honest with me, not withholding information for once.

“A good chance, so you’re not sure?”

He didn’t reply so it must not be too serious. Sighing, I shook my head. A little information was better than none at all.

“Fine, but only for the morning. This afternoon I’ll ride alone.”

“We’ll see,” Callon replied.

He led us over to Bo, lifted me into the saddle and followed suit himself. He reached under my arms and took hold of the reins. I remained rigid; I didn’t want to lean into him.

“Relax, or I won’t let you ride by yourself later.” Callon gently pulled me back into his chest as we set off at a trot.

It was a faster ride this morning. The trio were worried I was about to have another episode, another part of my transformation. The last one had been pretty bad; they wanted me home if it were to happen again. I knew it wasn’t coming, however, the nail wound above my shoulder was burning again. Mandi, too, was restless, and not just because I wasn’t riding her. She had only acted like this twice; when there was thunder, or when there were Tresez’s. And there wasn’t a cloud in the sky…

My eyes widened. I looked around, but no one else seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. Callon said we might be followed. I sighed. Was I imaging things? My worries didn’t lessen, even when we stopped for lunch. All three hovered around me. For once I didn’t complain as I ate; something was definitely amiss. When I finished, Callon took hold of my elbow and led me to Bo. I dug my heels into the ground and yanked my arm free.

“I said I’d ride with you this morning, but I’m riding by myself this afternoon.”

“I don’t think it is a good idea,” Callon replied. He was casting quick glances around us. Something was definitely amiss.

“Look, my headache’s gone, and I ate lunch, too. You don’t have to baby me.” Riding so close to him again would drive me mad, danger or not I couldn’t stand anymore.

Callon hesitated before answering. “You’ll tell me if something’s wrong?”

“Yes, I promise.” I couldn’t be petty now; I needed to trust them.

Callon released his hold and I went to Mandi. Colt was holding her as I prepared to mount. He ever so slyly placed a hand on my waist pushing me into the saddle. I frowned at him for a few moments, then looked away, but not before I caught his solemn expression.

We trotted out once more, and Callon rode closer. A draft touched my neck and the hairs stood on end. An unusually warm breeze. I’d felt it before…

Suddenly Daniel disappeared from atop Charlie. Everyone stopped dead. Mandi became restless, prancing her feet on the ground.

I stroked Mandi’s neck.

“It’s okay, stay calm, girl. Everything’s fine.” She stilled almost instantly. I saw the bemused glances from Callon and Colt, and couldn’t help but feel a little smug. They’d made fun of me before—they didn’t believe I could communicate with her.

Daniel reappeared. He was uneasy.

“There’s a large party following us, approaching from the south. They’ve broken into three smaller groups.” He looked to Callon. “They’ve sent the Trackers.”

My breath caught. Trackers! Callon was right about us being followed. Trackers must have been sent out by the Sarac clan to kill me. I couldn’t believe it. This was just as I’d seen in my dream.

The brothers exchanged glances; it was a lengthy period of time without external communication. My heart pounded as I waited for directions. Callon moved closer and took my hand.

“Cheyenne, go with Daniel. He’ll take you around the Tracking parties and get you to safety. If all else fails, you need to head north and hide. We’ll find you.” He paused as I watched the unease roll over his face. “You mustn’t let them see you, they’ll kill you.” He squeezed my fingers. “Do you understand me?”

I nodded, the details sinking in. Callon quickly removed his pack and tied it on Mandi. “There is enough food to last a couple of days, I know you’ll be resourceful if needed.” All of a sudden I was reminded of my berry trick, and tears welled in my eyes. I didn’t want them to risk themselves for me.

Turning, Callon and Colt began to ride off. I couldn’t stop myself.

“Callon, Colt!” Both halted to look at me. I swallowed. “Don’t… don’t think this changes things. But don’t make it worse by not coming back. Promise me you’ll return!”

Callon said something, but whatever it was never reached my ears as it was drowned in the rush of galloping hooves.