A sneak peek- A Wolf In The Sand
Hoping to have this finished, edited, beta’d and up this weekend. Keep your fingers crossed.
Her small hand was wrapped around the scabbard of Longclaw and offering it out to him, the wolf hilt still disguised. The fire within him roared, let loose in a wall of flames as he reached up to take it, fingers catching around hers, giving himself a moment to linger, to feed the lust inside of him before taking the sword.
Hooking a finger around the leather binding, he turned back to the men on their knees, the once hated necessity now seen as a fitting end. Unwinding slowly, he uncovered the hilt, fingers gasping it with familiarity, a perfect fit.
The air seemed heavy as he strode forward, justice tasting both bitter and sweet in his mouth as he settled his feet in the sand, shifting his balance back and forth. He could feel his blood stirring, craving the violence, or at least the punishment, trapped anger of being held against his will, rising to the top and narrowing his vision.
“Let this be a lesson to all those who think to defy the laws.”
That commanding voice called out to the crowd, her form catching in the corner of his eye and he angled his chin to see her, to take in the fierce beauty as she stood, stern and unyielding. The greed for her built in his body, for the Queen strong enough to take the needed course of action, even if it was unpleasant.
Forcing himself to turn back to his task, he focused on building the power it would take, muscles coiling with energy, listening to the mutterings of men who knew they would be dying in brief moments. He pulled Longclaw free of its scabbard, the familiar sound welcome, rousing. For a brief pause he could feel the cold of the Wall, see snow under his feet, feel the primal satisfaction of authority.
He shook his head clear and looked at Daenerys.
“Whenever you are ready Lord Snow.”
