Destiny (The Chosen One Trilogy:Book Three) (45 page)

He looked down at her, smiled,
and left it at that.

*****

Look for ‘A Witteck’s Dream’, coming in
2013

My young adult series comes at the request of
my niece who asked me to write a book she was allowed to read. I
had so much fun writing Tyler’s story, I decided to keep going with
it. Come along for the journey as Quelondain’s younger generation
gets itself caught up in all sorts of adventures.

Tales of Quelondain

Tyler’s Story

Tyler knelt beside Jenna, a
frown squinting his dark brown eyes.

“I’m fine.” She shifted her
weight and sucked in a breath. He put more pressure on the gash on
her leg, trying to get the bleeding to stop.

“I told you I was only going to
be gone a few minutes. What in the world was so important it
couldn’t wait until I got back?”

“I wanted a drink.”

Tyler’s gaze softened. “I’m
sorry. I should have put the packs closer to where you could reach
them.”

She shook her head. “I should
have just waited.” She tried to hide the pain as he put more
pressure on the cut. “I still think you should have gone with the
pack. You can tell them which way to go.” Jenna’s light grey eyes
caught his and his heart jumped. He made himself more comfortable
and shook his head.

“Trent put me in charge of
guarding you. I don’t think leaving you alone in the woods with
injuries qualifies as keeping you safe.” He gave her a lopsided
grin and was rewarded with a snort. She tucked her long dark brown
hair behind her ears. He frowned and shook his head. “Good guardian
I turned out to be…”

Jenna laughed and he glanced at
her before turning his attention back to her leg. He was sure the
bleeding was slowing but didn’t want to take the pressure off to
check.

“You were fighting three of them
when this happened to me. What were you supposed to do? Ask them to
hang on a minute while you came to give me a hand? Besides, you got
the one that did this.” She touched his arm lightly. His heart gave
its customary jump at the feel of her hand. He felt the blood start
to rise into his face and he looked away from her.

By the moons, she’s your
brother’s mate, he scowled at himself. Or at least she would be as
soon as all of the fighting was done and Trent made his way back
home. Damn his twin for leaving him in this situation. He’d had a
good thing going with Bree. No. It had been a good thing for Bree.
By the moons, how could a woman be so ignorant? No. If he ever did
find anyone, he hoped it would be someone like Jenna, or his Aunt
Hayden. He wanted to laugh at himself; someone like his mom. A
woman who could fight, hunt, and fish; one who didn’t mind a little
hard work.

He concentrated on the blood
under his hands which helped keep his mind off of the fact that
Jenna was sitting, leaning back against a tree and that he was
kneeling between her legs. His heart was still pounding with the
adrenaline of the fight and he took a few deep breaths to calm
himself.

“Are you alright?” She rubbed
his arm and even though his head knew she couldn’t feel anything
for him because she was fated to Trent, his body refused to
agree.

“I’m fine.”

She shrugged, leaned her head
back and closed her eyes. “Do you think we stand a chance?”

He nodded then realized she
couldn’t see him. “Yes. I do. If there’s anyone out there who can
do this, it’s Aunt Hayden.”

“But if Braw touches her with
his staff…” She let the comment hang in the air.

“If that happens, I suppose you
won’t have to worry about the great scar that gash is going to
leave on your leg. I can’t believe they killed Marie. Everyone
knows a healer isn’t to be harmed.” A small growl made its way up
his throat.

“Maybe that was the point. If
she was dead, then more of the injured would have less of a chance
of living.”

“True.”

Tyler felt a pressure in his
chest and he took a deep breath to get rid of it. When that didn’t
work, he rolled his shoulders and stretched from side to side.

“What’s wrong?” Jenna was
frowning. She leaned towards him.

“Nothing. I just… I must have
pulled something during the fight.” The pressure in his chest was
getting stronger. He struggled to suck in his breaths.

“Tyler!”

He felt heat waves roll through
him, his head started to spin and his vision gradually blurred.

“Tyler!” Somewhere in the fog he
heard Jenna yell his name before he felt the ground hit his back as
he fell. He heard someone scream and realized it was himself.
Something deep inside of him ripped apart and everything
momentarily went dark.

“Ty…!” Jenna’s yell cut off just
as the pain receded. He lay on his back, his eyes closed, trying to
catch his breath. A sob raked through him and Jenna’s echoed
his.

“Trent!” The name escaped his
lips as a moan. He reached up and pulled Jenna to his chest, her
tears soaking into his tunic. “Please, no,” he whispered. But even
as he said the words, he wrapped his arms around her and knew. His
brother, his twin, wouldn’t be coming back.

Look for ‘Tyler’s Story’, coming
in 2012

About Author

Mireille Chester is an Ottawa born French
Canadian now loving life on the prairies. Her love of reading and
writing blossomed at an early age and developed into a passion
which she pursued by authoring fantasy novels.

Mireille lives in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan
with the greatest of her loves, her family, which includes her
husband, Kyle, and their three children, Anthony, Emery, and
Ashtynn.

She can be reached by email at
[email protected] or through her website
www.mireillechester.com and blog
www.mireillechester.blogspot.com