Blood Arrow (The Forest Hood #1) Read Online Lela Grayce, Eryn Brooks

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Eryn Brooks
Series: The Forest Hood Series by Lela Grayce
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
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There’s safety in the forest.

Arrow of Loxley isn’t the simpering lady of court she pretends to be. Since her father left to fight in the war, the facade is one she must abide by while she, and her cousin Will, are wards of the King.
Yet, finally, peace talks have begun between King Rusalko and King Graeme. As a sign of good faith, twelve ladies from each court will travel to the opposite kingdom to learn their ways and join their society.
Through the trees, Arrow witnesses Bruralians burying the body of her cousin. Little do they know, Will isn’t dead. The fact he survived must remain a secret, or the Bruralians will come for him again. When the matter is disregarded by the King, Arrow takes it upon herself to protect Will.
While a war veteran helps Arrow get her cousin to safety, she discovers there is more to the war than either kingdom let on. Witchcraft. Shapeshifters. Bloody massacres. Violent beasts. The real battle is for the title of Alpha, and wolves lurk in plain sight.
With the truth revealed, Arrow ponders where her loyalties should lie. Questions morph into icy resolve. Now, she will stop at nothing to protect those she cares for… including defying a King or three.

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I pulled back the string of my bow, feeling the burn in my muscles and breathed. The air escaped my pursed lips, and with a soft twang, I released. A warm glow filled me as I watched the arrow pierce the target, jutting out of its center—then I reached for another.

This. This is who I am.

Not a simpering court flower, head filled with pretty phrases and perfect decorum. I refused to be relegated to a mere ornament to improve the stature of an epicurean man. The very thought made my blood boil. My next shot hit the outer ring, my anger messing with my aim. Moon Maiden, take it!

Centering myself, I reached for the calm that archery always afforded me and drew again. Twang! The arrow joined the other in the center, and I nodded. Out here, with a bow in my hand, I was complete. The worries and cares of the court didn’t bother me here, unless I wished it. I drew another arrow. Out here, I was the master of my own fate.

I sunk into the serenity that archery afforded me as muscle memory took over my actions. My movements flowed as I transitioned between stances, moving through the practice course I had set up, feeling power flow through me as I struck bullseye after bullseye.

This secluded meadow, outside of the castle walls, held many secrets. My skill with the bow among them. Women, especially women of the court, were to be ‘jewels for the eyes’ and never a weapon. I drew back the string and let the soft twittering of the bird’s seep into my soul. The stress of court life and dealing with snobby elite daughters didn’t allow me much time to escape, so I treasure the time I can get away.

My escapes had been few of late. The war with Brural had made sneaking away more difficult. The guards were vigilant, as if a soldier would suddenly appear to slaughter us all. Though, from the letters I’d received from my father fighting on the front lines, the enemy was repeatedly compared to wild beasts. Violent and thirsty for our countrymen’s blood to wet their blades.

No one knew what really started the war nearly five years ago, but I overheard my father talking to another lord about a village close to the border being overrun by twisted creatures. The village was invaded and wiped out, including the women and children. It had long been rumored that King Rusalko had a witch that was blessed by Aagi the dark singer. It was said that she created creatures from man and animal, then released them on her enemies. The Brural King indulged her, trusting that she would defeat all his enemies. They were just stories. Afterall, we’d been embroiled in war with them for the past five years, so if the King did have a witch, she wasn’t very good.

I finished the course, panting, my adrenaline still high. Deciding I still could practice more, I walked over to the targets and gathered my arrows, placing them back in my quiver.

“Arrow!”

The call startled me, and I turned to find my cousin, Will, saunter towards me from between the trees as he entered the meadow.

“The King has summoned you to the throne room.”

Here I thought my day had just started to get better. Being called into the King’s presence was rarely a good sign, so I cast my mind back, trying to remember what I could have done to earn a summon from His Majesty. He couldn’t know of the mouse I set loose in Lady Winifred’s closet, could he?


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