The White Wolf (Half-Breed Book 1) Read Free

put himself on the offensive. He swung his battleaxe low, downward, upward, sideways, and every other direction, but the agile woman dodged every single attack. She was incredibly quick and precise, but Varg knew that every fighter had a weak point. It was only a matter of time until she let herself become vulnerable to attack.
    Varg knew that this woman was far to quick to land a hit on, so he feigned weakness and allowed her to go onto the offensive again. He parried, dodged, and blocked every attack she threw his way while biding his time and waiting for her to slip up.
    The woman halted her frontal assault, jumped backwards, and armed herself with her bow. She readied an arrow in his direction and stood perfectly still with her eyes set unblinking in his direction. She smiled, loosed the arrow, and watched as it flew towards Varg's unprotected head. The moment that Varg saw her fingers release the arrow, he swung his axe upward. The curved blade collided perfectly in the middle of the arrow shaft and snapped the wood in half in midair. The two halves of the shaft then flew aside and tumbled uselessly into the dirt.
    As the woman stared with her mouth agape at the two halves of her arrow, Varg then muttered, “Are you ready to surrender?”
    The enraged woman continued to loose arrows at Varg, who dodged from side to side just in time to avoid being scraped by the sharp metal heads. The closer he came, the more the woman lost her concentration, and it was the opening that Varg had been waiting for. He lunged for her bow and wrestled it from her grip. She desperately tried to pull away from him with so much force that she fell backwards. He purposely allowed his body to fall onto hers, pinning her to the ground. He then held her arms in place so she could no longer fight.
    The woman drilled her fierce eyes into Varg's and accusingly growled, “Just what you think you are planning before hauling me to prison?”
    Varg stared right back at her with a mischievous smirk and then leaned in closer. Within an inch of her ear, he whispered, “Don't flatter yourself, Love.”
    Varg then rolled the woman onto her stomach, pulled her arms behind her back, and tied her wrists together with a piece of rope he pulled from his belt pouch.
    “What are you doing? Stop that!” the woman yelled. She swung her legs backwards in an attempt to kick Varg, so he used an extra piece of rope to tie her ankles together to save himself the trouble.
    “I have to hand it to you, you are not easy to catch,” Varg admitted as he unfastened her quiver and sheath, “but now you can't fight me anymore, Love.”
    The woman still continued to struggle even as Varg searched her pockets for hidden weapons. “Listen to me! I didn't kill anyone! And stop calling me 'Love!'”
    “Then do you have another name I could use instead?” Varg offered.
    “Go pleasure yourself,” she spat.
    “Not a name I would have chosen, but oddly enough it suits you,” Varg remarked. “Aha!” Varg pulled a pouch out of the woman's satchel and opened it up to look inside. “How about that? Fifty gold coins, exactly the amount of coin the Count paid for the ransom. This also has his family insignia on it.”
    “That's my money! I was paid to clear this cave— put me down this instant !”
    Varg lifted the woman over his shoulder and carried her off in the direction of the cave entrance. He held her in place by placing his arm around her waist.
    “Sorry Love, nothing personal,” Varg said as he grinned with triumph.

 
     
     
    CHAPTER 2
     
    VARG ENTERED EDRIC'S STUDY after handing the raging woman off to the guards to claim his reward. The Count waited with two pouches of gold on his desk. While he didn't seem please with Varg's work, Edric still said, “Job well done, bounty hunter. Hilda has already positively identified the woman's voice as the kidnapper's. My guards also found the same type of arrows in her quiver as the one that was shot through my window.