Storm Born

“Is she one of them?” Another, razor-sharp voice asked from my right. Oh, God, there were three of them. Surrounding me.

“Yes. And she has been tethered.”

I didn’t ask what that meant. All I could focus on was his voice. The serrated growl that had seared into my mind when he stood over me, and told me I was sufficient.

I grabbed his wrist to pull it away from my face, but he wouldn’t let me go.

 “Tethered? Are you certain?”

The new voice had been getting closer. Suddenly, new hands were on me, gripping my arms and

swiveling me. The third man had a tangle of pale grey hair and navy blue eyes. He was only a little taller than me, but he was broad and his grip was like iron.

The longer he looked at me, the more he scowled.

“Whom are you tethered to?” he demanded. “Who is your Guardian?”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

He growled and shook me. “You lie!” The gentle rain was now a downpour.