Excerpt from my Wahlker series

Here is the prologue to  my new young adult novel. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think. Grand thanks you @DaleSpencer and @JLLicea on twitter for their help on this new intro. Enjoy and Happy Writing.

PROLOGUE

 

The woman looks down at the tiny little thing she holds. The baby girl has greenish blue eyes, eyes that are more pale green than pale blue; her eyes. As the baby looks up at her and shakes her tiny fist the woman feels a twinge of fear.

“Tally, my promised, what ails you?”

Tally, still holding her infant daughter, looks up at her Promised.

“Victordom.” She shakes her head and glances down at her daughter, “Twins.” She whispers for what has to be the hundredth time.

“Yes my love, twins.” Victordom settles on the arm of the chair and looks down at his wife and daughter. A baby coo’s from nearby and Victordom stands and walks toward the crib. He looks down at the infant boy who waves his arm for a moment and settles into sleep. He smiles, touches his son’s belly and walks over to his wife.

Sitting back on the arm of the chair he gently strokes his daughters head. Her pale blond hair feels like silk under his fingers. “I understand your fear Tally but these twins are a gift.”

“Yes but,” She glances down at her daughter and smiles warmly. Her smile belies her apprehension. Looking up at her husband she lets the fear show, “Wahlkers do not have twins.”

“There have been some.” Victordom tries to reassure.

“There have,” Tally argues. “And they have been sought after and killed.”

Victordom shakes his head gently, “That was during the Great War my love. There have been twins born after that which have not suffered the finality of violent deaths.”

Tally watches her husband for a moment. She has the power to calm, to sooth and if need be to mentally incapacitate. Her husband, a pure blood Wahlker, possesses the ability to read one’s aura and a physical strength that could rival warriors.

To be a Wahlker you must be born of it. It is not a disease, you can’t catch it, and you can’t alter your genes to become a Wahlker. It is something that runs through your veins from the moment of your creation. Tally knew that Victordom’s family was pureblood; at times she wished her blood line had the same purity. But Victordom never seemed to vex himself at Tally’s blood status; she had never felt anything but love and support from this stone of a man.

“All will be well my love.” His eyes shift to the infant she is holding and as Tally adjusts her daughter Victordom kisses his wife’s head. “Let me get you some tea. I will be back in a moment. With a quick touch to his daughters head he leaves the room.

Tally looks down at her daughter and the baby girl, only a few months old, looks up at her with such focus that Tally sighs. “An infant should not have such a focus.” She shakes her head but smiles at the baby.

The baby coo’s gently and sticks her thumb in her mouth. A genuine smile passes over Tally, momentarily losing hold of her fear and apprehension. But as the baby girl looks up at her, slowly pulls her thumb from her mouth and reaches for her mother’s cheek Tally feels the fear return with a vengeance.

“Oh my dear daughter, what will come of our family?”

Protect them. Tally jumps and glances at the door.

“Victordom?” No Answer. He must be in the kitchen. Tally turns back to her daughter but she is looking off into a corner. When her daughter giggles and waves her hand towards the corner Tally’s heart rams against her chest.

Fear not. Tally can’t hide her fear; she gasps and moves to get up. “Victor!” She screams loud enough that it wakes the sleeping baby boy. As he wails Tally hears the voice again as if it standing next to her.

Protect them Tally. Seek the Owens, for they alone can shield here.

Tally is seconds away from screaming when a chill sweeps through the room and in an instant brother and sister fall quiet.

“Tally?” Victordom is standing in the doorway, a cup in his hand, the vapors of the hot contents wisp out of the top of the cup and lick the air before disappearing.

“Did you not hear my call for you?” Tally whispers, her voice laced with anger.

Victordom stares at her a moment and then slowly shakes his head.

“I did not hear a thing. What is wrong?”

“Someone was here.” Tally glances around the room. The baby boy is wailing again, the baby girl is still searching the room and Tally, herself, is overcome with fatigue. 

“What happened?” Tally flinches at her husband’s tone. In the ten years they have been married she has never heard him take that fierce tone. When she looks at him his expression is stone.

“I heard a voice it said to protect them. It said,” She takes a breath and some of the tension slips away, “To seek the one’s called Owens and they can shield here.”

“Ownes?”

Tally nods. “Do you know what the Owens are?”

“Not what, who. And yes, I know who they are.”

“Can they come here and help?”

“I don’t know, but we will ask.”

Tally takes a step closer to her husband. “Then we shall call on them.” Victor nods and kisses her on the forehead.

“We will be fine. We shall call on the Owen’s and we shall have our household protected. My promised, I will do whatever is asked of me.” Victordom nods once, sets the tea for his wife down on the night stand and leaves the room.

Tally looks down, “We shall never speak of this Leilani.” She whispers to her daughter. We shall never speak of what has happened here tonight. And for as long as I am able, I vow to protect you.”

Baby Leilani looks up at her mother and for a moment Tally feels like the tiny baby understands her. Fear grips her again as a detail, Tally learned as a child, resurfaces. “Please,” She begs on the verge of tears, “Do not let my twins be the ones foretold of. Please goddess Calypso,” Tally turns her head skyward, praying to the one daughter of the Trimyrah, the gods to all Wahlkers. “I beg you kind goddess, do not let my children be the ones foretold of in The Prophecy, this I pray and nothing more.”