By the Light of the Scottish Moon - Unrated (My Kilted Wolf, #1) Read Free

the eye of the man who held her.
    He swatted her hand away and growled ominously, “Don’t try that again.”
    “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. “I didn’t see anything, promise I won’t tell anyone.”
    “Ye tainted the ceremony. Now ye must die. It is the law,” Kade insisted.
    “But I know nothing of your laws. I’m innocent!”
    “Shut her up, Tavin,” Kade ordered.
    A powerful hand covered her mouth, effectively muting her protests.
    They dragged her next to the fire, and discussed her fate. Kade, the apparent leader of the group, spoke first. “We could throw her in the fire and be done with it.”
    Freya stared at the flames in horror, struggling against the strong grip they had on her.
    “I cannae stomach the smell when they burn,” Tavin complained.
    What!? They’ve burned humans before?
    “Then I say we cut her throat. Silent, quick, done,” Kade suggested.
    “Nae,” an older male growled. “Her offense demands more than that.”
    Kade huffed. “True enough. What do ye suggest, Skene?”
    “Let’s rip her heart out and share it while she watches.”
    Kade shook his head, snorting in disgust. “She’s a foreigner, we cannae give her that honor.”
    Honor? Freya shuddered, there was no honor in having your heart ripped from your body and eaten in front of you. Freya looked up at the moon, praying for mercy.
    Tavin shrugged. “Fine. Then let’s just rip open her chest and throw her heart into the fire.”
    “Aye,” the rest agreed in unison.
    “Put her down, but keep her mouth covered,” Kade ordered.
    Freya fought with all of her strength, but could not break free when two of the males held her arms still, while another ripped her shirt open to expose her chest. Her screams of terror were muzzled as Kade approached.
    “This will hurt and, aye, ye will die. However, I cannae think of a nobler way fer a human to leave this Earth than by the light of the full Moon in the hands of the Chosen.” He loomed over her, his eyes glinting with an unnatural glow.
    Freya shook her head violently and broke free long enough to shriek, “I don’t want to die!”
    The shortest of the males called out loudly, “I will vouch fur her.”
    Kade stopped, and glared at him. “Ye cannae!”
    He repeated coolly, “I vouch fer her.”
    Kade snarled, stating with disgust, “But she’s… human.”
    “Nothing in the law states who can or cannae be vouched fur.”
    Tavin howled angrily. “Bryn, this is an outrage! She has seen us, she must die.”
    Bryn moved over to Freya and sniffed her hair. “She is already dead. What honor do we bring the Moon by offering an inferior sacrifice?”
    Kade moved closer and inhaled, huffing in obvious distaste afterwards. “Yer right, she’s not worthy.”
    The other men shifted uncomfortably, upset to discover she was dying. It almost seemed funny.
    Who knew cancer could save your life?
    “She only has a few more days,” Bryn stated. “Let her die in peace.”
    “How can ye be sure she won’t speak of what she’s seen?” Tavin growled, pressing his hand painfully against her nose and mouth in an attempt to cut off her air.
    “I’ve vouched fer her. Do not question me, again,” Bryn snarled.
    Tavin instantly removed his hand from Freya, bowing his head in deference to Bryn. “It won’t happen again, Ceannard. ”
    Freya knew that Ceannard meant the same as chief and was surprised that the smallest of the males seemed to be the leader of the group, not the imposing Kade.
    The group watched in silence as Bryn pulled the remnants of her shirt around her, before taking her arm and escorted her down the hill. As Freya passed the tree, she glanced at the woman still bound and naked. Her eyes were wide with disbelief.
    Bryn spoke quietly, but with a commanding tone as he told her, “I know ye will not waste yer final moments trying to convince the villagers yer not crazy. Take these last days and enjoy the beauty of this land. Dinnae concern yerself with