Forbidden Highlander by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online Page A

guess it was here because of Fallon, but if she didn’t consider the possibility the wyrran was there because of her, then she would be foolish.
    Between the shrieks of rage from the wyrran, she imagined Fallon was doing a good job of wounding the beast. Larena smiled. Had Fallon changed into a Warrior? She didn’t hear a roar, but how she wanted to see him in his Warrior form.
    There were too many people in the castle for Fallon to chance it, and it wouldn’t be long before someone got up enough courage to come and check the hall.
    Her musings came to an end when the wyrran burst from the great hall into the corridor before leaping out a window down from her. It was a good thing she had already tossed her gown out the window and transformed because a moment later Fallon came out and looked right at her. But he couldn’t see her. No one could.
    She waited until he left then she followed the wyrran out the window and down the rocky facing of the castle. The wyrran was fast, but not as fast as it should have been if it had known what tracked it.
    Deirdre had made the creatures crafty, but not nearly fast enough to outrun a Warrior.
    Larena jumped in front of the creature and made herself visible once they were on the ground. The wyrran bared its mouthful of teeth and hissed. Larena just smiled and readied for the kill.
    The wyrran lifted its hands and showed her its long, sharp claws. She wasn’t impressed. Larena bent her legs and waited for the creature to attack. She used to fear using the power coursing through her, but now she relished it. Her goddess had never let her down before.
    And it had been quite a few months since Larena had loosened the goddess inside her. Her goddess smiled within her, as eager as Larena for a fight.
    The wyrran rocked back and forth on its feet as if trying to decide how to attack. Suddenly, it jumped on her and used its lethal claws to rake down her arms.
    Larena grimaced in pain and plunged her claws into its chest. The wyrran’s eyes bulged when she wrapped her fingers around its heart.
    “You don’t belong here,” she told it just before she ripped out the heart.
    Larena tossed aside the small organ as the wyrran fell dead upon the ground, its lifeless eyes staring at the stars. As much as she wanted to leave the creature, she couldn’t chance anyone coming upon it.
    So she grabbed the wyrran by one of its ankles and dragged it into the forest where she hid it. Larena would return later and set it on fire along with the heart. She was covered in blood and shivered in the cool evening air, alone.
    She was so tired of being alone. Malcolm was a wonderful confidant, and a true friend, but he could not fully comprehend what it was like to have a goddess inside him. Malcolm couldn’t understand the raw power that surged in her when the goddess was turned free. And Larena feared if he did learn just how much power she had, he would never come near her again.
    Larena had already lost her family and her clan when the goddess chose her over a male. She couldn’t stand to lose Malcolm as well.
    Yet, she knew the time was coming when she would have to leave him for good. He would never face his own future as long as she was near. Malcolm felt responsible for what his family—her family—had done to her, and he was determined to make up for her banishment.
    She took a deep breath and turned back to the castle. As usual, when she returned to her chamber Malcolm would be there with water for her to wash and a gown. He never asked questions, not even when he saw her wounds.
    Even though he knew she was immortal, it had taken him actually seeing her body heal for him to realize that she couldn’t be killed unless someone took her head.
    It made her throat ache to have to tell Malcolm farewell. Malcolm was one of the few people she trusted. He had been there for her when others hadn’t. But she knew that if Fallon was really the MacLeod she had been searching for, she would have to learn to