Read Shieldwolf Dawning Online

Authors: Selena Nemorin

Shieldwolf Dawning

Shieldwolf Dawning

by Selena Nemorin

Published by Astraea Press

www.astraeapress.com

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.

SHIELDWOLF DAWNING

Copyright © 2014 SELENA NEMORIN

ISBN 978-1-62135-253-2

Cover Art Designed by BOOK BEAUTIFUL

For my mother

Chapter One

Samarra

"Where's he going with that stun gun?" Samarra mumbled when an armed guard barrelled out of his sentry post.

With an exaggerated battle shout, he leaped into a bed of flowers and aimed his weapon at a feral kitten chasing butterflies. He zapped his target without remorse as two guards cheered him on in the background. Samarra choked up at the sight. When the kitten fell still, he grabbed it by its tail and lobbed it over the estate walls. The guard spat on his hands in disgust and wiped them on his fatigues before he lit a cigarette and went back to his post.

"Tools." Samarra leaned against a tree and watched them from a distance as she waited for her brother to arrive.

Soon the all-terrain aircraft that transported him home would appear at the front gates of the Sairfang Estate. It would be like a scene from a movie she played over and over again in her head, every time Cassian came home from boarding school. A group of tough-looking guards would surround the vehicle and check that its passengers held proper clearance for access to the main grounds. Electrified wrought iron gates would be disarmed and swing wide open. Under the gaze of sensors lining the path, the vehicle would glide along the circular cobblestone driveway and idle at the front steps of the lavish mansion.

"Good afternoon, Samarra," came a mechanical female voice.

Flinching at the noise, Samarra turned around to see a cybot guard towering over her small frame. Closer to machine than organic, the guard, a female design, was also in uniform but more heavily equipped than the others. Her arms were reinforced with titanium and enhanced with Sairfang Cybotics artillery. Her legs had been redesigned for maximum speed and strength, and her bionic ears were fine-tuned to capture sound waves undetected by normal gaian hearing. Samarra smiled nervously. The cybot's artificial eyes flashed blue in response, and she headed for the sentry post. Wasting no time, Samarra ran back to the mansion.

"Weird." She sat down on the bottom step and looked up at the sky and around the horizon.

A transparent shield of channelled energy domed over the property and kept the ecosystem inside stable. Manicured lawns, ornamental flower gardens, expensive sculptures, and marble fountains were arranged meticulously throughout the landscape. In the distance, eight robotic sentinels marched in pairs on their rounds. Before long they would disappear into the woods and loop back along the artificial lake until they were programmed to do otherwise. There was also the faint sound of a running motor. Samarra tucked her blue dreadlocks behind her ears and straightened her clothes when a winged vehicle landed on the runway beyond the gates.
Cass.
She could barely contain her excitement as it made its way to the mansion.

"Cass!" Her cheerful voice rang clear above the hum of the engine. She rushed to the vehicle when it pulled up in front of her. She couldn't wait to see him.

Cassian opened the door and stepped out into full view. "Sammy!"

Samarra threw her arms around her brother and squeezed him tight. "I'm so happy you're finally home. It's been boring here without you."

"It's good to see you too, big sister." He laughed and kissed her on the cheek.

"Wow!" She straightened the collar of his new blazer and took a good long look at him. "You've grown. You're as tall as me now."

He stepped up to her and compared their height. "Actually, I think I'm taller." His warm brown eyes sparkled mischievously in the afternoon sun. Samarra couldn't help but smile at him. She loved him with all her heart. Without warning, he picked her up and swung her in circles.

"Stop! Stop!" she begged in between laughter and hiccups. "I'm getting dizzy."

After Cassian set her down, Samarra stumbled quite a bit before regaining her balance. "Whoa…" She straightened her red hoodie and grabbed his suitcase. "Let's go inside. I've got so much to tell you."

Cassian reached for his things.

"Don't!" Samarra shooed him away. "They told me to take your stuff up to your room because the maidservants are busy. I don't want to get into trouble again today."

"Sammy, Mr. and Mrs. Sairfang won't be done with their meeting for another hour. Give me my suitcase." He sneezed into the crook of his arm. "It's too heavy for you."

"No it's not!" she said with indignation and pushed his fingers away from the handle. "In case you didn't notice, there are surveillance cameras everywhere — nothing stays secret here, little brother. Anyway, you may be as tall as me, but I'm a year older than you, so you have to listen to what I say. I'm taking the suitcase."

"Being thirteen doesn't mean you're the boss of me, but have it your way," Cassian said with a good-natured laugh.

The all-terrain aircraft revved its engine and sped back to the runway, leaving a cloud of dirt and pebbles in its wake. Samarra dragged her brother's belongings into the lavish mansion and up the marble staircase. An assortment of flowers decorated the halls and filled the great house with the spicy undertones of an exotic garden. Everything shone with a freshly polished gleam. Samarra heaved and pulled and had almost reached the top when she slipped and fell bottom-first all the way back down the steps. The suitcase tumbled down behind her and sprang open with a loud
thunk
when it hit the ground. Cassian's clothes spilled everywhere.

"Are you okay?" He rushed to her side.

Samarra wiped a scuffmark off the floor and stood up with her brother's help. The only thing bruised was her pride. "I shouldn't have waxed the steps." She crinkled her nose in disappointment. "It's nice and shiny, but way too slippery."

"Who in the world waxes marble stairs?" Cassian burst out laughing and ruffled her hair.

Samarra giggled in spite of herself and crammed everything back into the suitcase. "Mrs. Sairfang told me to polish everything, so I did." With two sharp clicks, the suitcase closed.

Cassian sighed audibly. "I hope they don't slip and fall when they come in, otherwise you're in for it."

"Maybe." Stubborn and determined, Samarra dragged the suitcase back up the stairs, all the way down the long hallway, and stopped at Cassian's bedroom. Two maidservants had finished turning down his bed. Samarra waited for them to leave before she ushered her brother into the bright and airy room. "You must be tired after all that traveling." She dropped his things by the door and took an ornate silver brush from the dresser. "Your hair is messy."

"I knew you were going to say that." Cassian had their routine down pat and sat down in front of the mirror.

"Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you something to eat?"

"After the soup you made me last time, no thanks." He made a face at her as she brushed his dark hair.

"But I've gotten better at cooking! I've even figured out the secret to making the perfect grilled cheese sandwich."

Cassian shook his head. "It's not your food... I just feel sick. All I want to do is sleep, but I have to leave again with Mr. Sairfang tonight. He's taking me to a dream lab first thing in the morning."

Samarra slapped her hand on his forehead and checked his temperature. "This is your first day home from boarding school, and you're feeling sick. How can he expect you to go for testing so soon? Can't he wait until you're feeling better?"

"He wants to do some mind mapping before I've been around you for too long. He said you were a disrupting variable, whatever that means." Cassian frowned. "I still don't know what he's trying to find."

"He's been trying to find something since we were this tall." Samarra's hand hovered two feet above the ground. "Haven't you had enough?"

"I don't have a choice. He told me he'd send you away if I don't do what he says. I guess it could be worse. Only happens twice a year."

"Poor Cass." She hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry."

"That's okay. It's not your fault."

Samarra spat on her hand and patted down the cowlick that sprang up like a crest in the middle of his head.

"Don't." He smacked her hand away. "You remind me of Mother. She does that all the time, and I hate it. She's more polite about it though, none of that spitting."

"I'll stop doing this—" Samarra licked her fingers, "—if you stop calling her Mother. Has she been making you call her that again? She's not our mother. Our parents are dead, and they have been since we were small. The Sairfangs are only our guardians."

Cassian stared at his new sneakers. "Sometimes I like to pretend. I feel sorry for her when she tells me that she's always dreamed about having her own son."

"Stop pretending." Samarra pointed the brush at his face. "Blood kin is you and me. Don't ever forget that!" She sat down cross-legged on his bed. "So are you going to tell me about your time away? I heard you got chased by a savage bush pig."

Cassian spent the next hour recounting his adventures at boarding school, but instead of cheering her up, his stories from away made her retreat wistfully into her thoughts. Though she was grateful that she lived on the safe side of the estate walls, Samarra often dreamed about a different life, a more exciting life than the one she had with the Sairfangs, but her possibilities were limited.

For years, the natural environment on Gaia had been destabilizing. Dangerous levels of toxins in the sea and air had led to the collapse of entire ecosystems around the world. As the population had exploded, food crops had become scarce and prices had skyrocketed. Water wars and food riots had broken out everywhere. Only a lucky few were able to survive happily through increasingly long seasons without harvest. The others were left to live in a world that was falling apart around them. Samarra knew she was more fortunate than the rest of the world, but she also felt like a wild animal whose cage had become too small to contain its wild spirit.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Mr. Sairfang ducked his head into the room. He had a strong jaw, a full mouth, and piercing blue eyes under heavy brows. His perfectly styled blond hair was beginning to show traces of grey. Despite his handsome exterior, Mr. Sairfang was ugly on the inside. Samarra flinched at the sight of his crooked smile.

"Son!" he exclaimed. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to welcome you on your arrival. Our meeting ran late — nothing to worry about. We'll catch up at dinner before we head out later this evening. The journey ahead of us is long, but we can't miss our appointment with Doctor McIntyre. She might be the one who can figure you out." He looked out the window at the setting sun and checked his watch. "Mrs. Sairfang has planned a special meal to celebrate your return. After dinner we'll take a walk through the grounds, and I'll show you the changes I've made to the surveillance system. I'm sure you'll be impressed." He ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the doorframe. "The best news is that the cybots have finally been upgraded. They're more intelligent and much faster now." His expression brightened considerably at the mention of work. "I'll let you see the new generation for yourself afterwards."

"Can't wait!" Cassian looked excited, but Samarra knew he was faking it.

Mr. Sairfang glanced at Samarra. "Your help is needed in the dining room." He shut the door behind him and the room was still.

****

Samarra had rearranged the logs in the fireplace and busied herself straightening chairs. Dinner with the Sairfangs was usually a sombre affair, but now that Cassian was back, everything would change until he left for school again. The antique table that lined the length of the dining room had been set with glistening silver and the finest porcelain. Mrs. Sairfang had taken out her best crystal and a silver candelabra draped in wildflowers provided a beautiful centrepiece. Samarra waved at Cassian when he entered the room.

Other books

Tattoo by Manuel Vázquez Montalbán
Beatrice More Moves In by Alison Hughes
The True Prince by J.B. Cheaney
Swallowing Stones by Joyce McDonald
On Borrowed Time by David Rosenfelt
Pure Blooded by Amanda Carlson


readsbookonline.com Copyright 2016 - 2024