Candace Sams-Goblin Moon

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Chapter One
There were only forty-six of his kind left. Tearach Bruce paced the floor of his cottage and ran a shaking
hand through his hair. For eight years, he'd racked his brain for a way out of this catastrophic dilemma.
As leader of the Goblin faction, it fell to him to find a way to save his people. But how? It had been
suggested that mating outside their own race might be the answer. Not only had it proved futile, but it had
resulted in tragedy. Within the last month, another Goblin woman had died while attempting to give birth.
And three more Goblin children had been stillborn. For eight years, the same sad tale had repeated itself
over and over. Some of the babies had lived the length of a day, but those instances had been rare.
He couldn't order his people to quit mating or take precautions to keep from bearing children. They
believed one child might survive. And if that one babe lived, so might others. But the deaths were taking
their toll on their morale. He might very well be the last leader of a race which was thousands of years
old.
He slammed his fist into a table. It threatened to collapse from the force of the blow. “There has to be a
way,” he angrily muttered. “I won't let this be the end."
He walked to the door, pulled it open and strode toward the center of the nearby forest. The Druid
Sorceress might have news regarding the latest physical tests run on him and his people. And if there
wasn't anything in those tests, he'd have their physicians run more. As long as he breathed, he'd never
give up. At least, not yet.
As he approached the castle where the Sorceress of the Ancients resided along with her staff, Tearach
heard a noise behind him and stopped. Another of his kind was near. He waited several minutes for the
person to step forward and make their presence known. When they didn't do so, he lost patience and
quickly turned toward whoever was hiding.
"Come out,” he tersely ordered, “and be quick about it.” He watched as a lovely, slender woman moved
out of the bushes, toward him. She did so in such a way that she was almost invisible.
"Tearach, I-I wanted to see you again,” she half-sobbed.
He held out his arms and welcomed the Goblin woman into his friendly embrace. “Mabb, what is it? Why
are you so upset?"
Mabb gazed up into his face, hoping the adoration she felt for her leader would show. “The Sorceress
has ordered me away from the Order. I don't know where I'll be sent, but she told me her command had
something to do with you.” She shook her head in misery. “Why would she do such a thing?"
Stupefied, Tearach couldn't answer. He simply held her close and tried to come up with a response to
this newest outrage.
"You k-know how I feel about you. Did you ask the Sorceress to s-send me away? Why w-would you
do such a thing?” she asked.
"Mabb, I can assure, I've done no such thing. I don't know what this is about, but I was on my way to
see the Sorceress. I'll get an explanation."
"The guards are to escort me away tonight.” She wiped the tears from her face. “I don't understand."
He pushed her long black hair off her lovely green face and shook his head. “It must be some mistake.
Shayla's never sent anyone away from the Order without good reason, but you've done nothing wrong."
"Except love you,” she murmured, and laid her cheek against his broad chest.
Tearach gently pushed her away. “Mabb, I've told you dozens of time, I can't return your feelings. All my
energy and time must be devoted to seeking a solution to our problems. I don't have it in me to think
about matters of the heart. Not now. Our people are dying and that outweighs anything else in my mind."
"I know. But must our love die with our race?"
He sighed and shook his head in frustration. “I've never uttered any words of love. If I've led you to
believe my feelings were more than the concern of a friend and leader, I beg your forgiveness with all
that's in me.” He'd told her these same words many times, but she refused to listen.
She sniffed and moved a few inches away. “If this damned curse wasn't on us, I know you'd be in my
arms. I know you could love me."
"I-I don't know how to respond. I don't know what I would or wouldn't feel because it's been so long
since the horror of Exmoor. Please believe me when I tell you that some days my heart seems empty. I
don't think I even know how to love anymore."
"Don't say that. You're just confused and feeling the weight of this tragedy. That's the mark of a great
leader. I know you can love, and I know I could fill the emptiness in your heart. I think the Sorceress
does, too. She must feel I'm a distraction and that's why she's sending me away."
He ran his hands over her hair. “I'll get to the bottom of that right now. As for your feelings, please don't
put hope in me. I've done nothing to deserve it. For now, do as the Sorceress says."
"I can't stand being away from you for even a few hours. I'll go mad, Tearach."
Upset that her feelings were so deep and he'd never reciprocate them, all he could do was gently kiss her
forehead and offer what words of comfort he could. “Go now. I'll confront Shayla. I can't believe she'd
give a command to remove you from the Order and not so much as offer me an explanation."
Mabb hugged him as hard as she could. Then, she turned to go, but she stopped and glanced back over
her shoulder. “I'll never love anyone but you."
As she walked away, Tearach felt the last strands of his patience being torn asunder. Shayla had no right
to send one of his people away from the group. The only comfort they found nowadays was in each
other's presence, and it was far safer to keep Mabb and the other Goblins within the confines of the
Order. Added to the pain of this latest edict, Mabb still harbored a deep desire for him and her to be
together and it worried him. He couldn't see to his own happiness when all his people suffered.
With renewed anger, he stalked toward the castle. Sorceress or not, Shayla had some serious explaining
to do.
* * * *
"Come in, Tearach, I've been expecting you,” Shayla Gallagher motioned him inside the expansive
library.
Tearach glanced at the shelves of books lining all four walls, the oak floors, and the Gothic chandeliers.
The room held no appeal for a woodland creature such as himself. In his current mood, nothing held any
appeal. He stiffly walked to the center of the library and stopped. “Why is Mabb being sent away? What
wrong has she done? And if it isn't too much trouble, is there any word on the latest blood tests?” he
angrily asked.
Shayla noted the expression of rage on Tearach's face. Every muscle on his massive frame appeared
tightly coiled, and he'd clenched his hands as he spoke. “As to why Mabb is leaving, you'll find out in a
few minutes. I have my reasons for having her elsewhere and won't have them questioned. And, yes, the
blood tests have come back. By the way, hello to you, too,” she sarcastically added.
He took a steadying breath and willed himself to be patient. It would do no good to anger the powerful
Sorceress. “I'm sorry if I seem a bit impatient, but my people are running out of time."
"If you think my interest has been elsewhere, you're mistaken. I've been worrying over the problem as
much as you. So have the leaders of the other factions. With their counsel, I've come to a decision."
Tearach watched the Sorceress walk to the fireplace. She held out her elegant hands and the logs burst
into flames. He was used to seeing the Druids command powers over elements such as fire. But perhaps
his imagination was working overtime, or his anxiety was causing him to see other things. For a moment,
he thought he'd beheld reluctance in her silver gaze. He watched her smooth her long, gray hair with one
hand and then turn to face him again.
"Perhaps you'd better sit down,” Shayla instructed. She and the other faction leaders had all agreed on a
course of action that Tearach wasn't going to like.
"I'll stand, if you don't mind.” The look on the Sorceress’ face caused something in his chest to tighten
ominously.
"Very well.” She walked toward him. “When our physicians compiled all the physical data, they found
nothing genetically wrong with any of your people. You're all as healthy as can be. But there's another
element which can't be so easily quantified."
"Go on,” he encouraged.
"A great many people have been working very hard. Every medical test known has been secretly
conducted so outsiders don't find out about our existence. Working under such conditions takes time.
The results of all these tests have led our physicians, the faction's leaders and me to one conclusion."
"Yes?"
"We believe that new blood is in order."
He shook his head. “What do you mean?"
"Simply put ... a combination of stress and the complete hopelessness of your situation may be killing the
children."
"Stress caused by the murders in Exmoor?” he angrily questioned.
She nodded. “Yes. It's believed that the events from eight years ago are the cause of today's problems."
Tearach raised his hand in a frustrated gesture. “And how do you propose to introduce this ‘new blood?’
You know we've tried breeding with other races and nothing works. And what does Mabb have to do
with all of this?"
Shayla heard his impatience and decided to hold her own impatience in check. “I'll explain my actions
with Mabb after I've fully explained our course of action. So, back to the point. Outsiders caused this
problem, and I believe their influence is necessary to solve it."
Tearach stared at her for a long moment, and his heart began to pound. The conversation had taken a
decidedly repulsive turn. “What, exactly, are you suggesting?"
She expelled a loud, frustrated breath. “Very well, man. I'll cut to the point. One of your people will have
to attempt to mate with an outsider. We believe that if that mating is successful, it will end this terrible
hatred your people have over those in the outside world. And once that hatred and fear is gone, the
Goblins can begin to put their lives back in order—start to live for the future and not dwell on the past."
"You can't be serious!” He ran his hands through his hair and stalked to an open set of French doors.
The woods outside those doors were green and calming. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to
bolt from the room.
"I'm quite serious. Your people are so afraid of the outside world that they're unable to exist with it. And,
if they won't exist with it, they'll perish. Do you understand?"
"This is too abhorrent to even consider. There's got to be another way. There has to be."
"No, I'm afraid not.” She paused. “The decision has been made. As leader, I know you'd never ask one
of your people to do something you were unwilling to do yourself."
The full impact of her words struck him. He slowly turned away from the doors and stared at her. Bile
rose in his throat. “You want me to ... to mate with...” He shook his head.
"It is my command."
He began to pace, suddenly realizing why Mabb was being sent away. Her romantic feelings for him
might hinder the Sorceress’ plans. As Shayla's so-called solution began to sink in, he couldn't utter a
single word.
Anger invaded every cell in his body. Eight years before, a Goblin water supply had been poisoned by
outsiders. Hundreds of his kind, including his own family, had died. Nothing had been right with his
people since. Now the Sorceress expected him to lie with one of those murderous savages and get her
with child. Dispatching Mabb, the one woman away who might complicate matters, was Shayla's first
step toward that goal. The entire scenario was too nauseating to even contemplate.
"Even if I could stomach such a thing, how do you propose to get an outsider here?” he spat. “Placing
one of those butchers among us would endanger every magical creature still in existence. It also violates
the very law you, as Sorceress of the Ancients, enforce."
"If you recall, we've had outsiders among us before. You killed one of your own people so that an
outsider might be safe. Further, you've conveniently forgotten that outsiders were also poisoned when
that toxic waste was dumped into your sacred pools at Exmoor and seeped into the ground water.
Nearby villagers drank it. Most of those villagers affected by the poison were children. I've had their
situation monitored and it isn't getting any better. Can you so easily forget all but your own sorrow?"
Tearach hung his head at the memory of the newspaper article he'd read and the accompanying photos of
those children's faces. And he couldn't dispel the awful memory of having to shoot an arrow into his
friend to keep an outsider safe. But that situation changed when the outsider in question had turned into a
magical creature that could easily live among them. She had as much to lose from discovery as the rest of
the Order. Still, none of those terrible memories could diminish his pain for his people. Outsiders were
solely to blame for all these problems.
Shayla saw Tearach's expression change, from anger to extreme pain. Not about to give him time to
contemplate further, she quickly continued. “The faction leaders have agreed that bringing an outsider
here may be the only way to save your race, so I'm making an exception to the law."
"And what if this backfires and the child from such a union still dies? Then what happens?"
"You'd better pray to Herne this does work, Tearach. There's no medical reason for your children to
die.” She pointed to his chest. “The problem lies in here, and if one more baby perishes, I'll hold you
responsible for not helping your people relinquish their hatred long ago. It's poisoning you as horribly as
that water ever did. The fear from this situation has pushed Mabb to the point she would never allow an
outsider near you, and she isn't even living in reality most days. She speaks of having a child with you
when I know you've tried to tactfully dismiss her feelings on numerous occasions. She has told others that
she's planning your handfasting and has expressed a hatred for outsiders that's quite dangerous.” Shayla
sadly shook her head. “The entire outside world is not responsible for the deaths of your friends and
family. It was three men."
"They'll never hurt anyone else,” he declared.
"No, you killed them, and your revenge should have stopped there. But you and your people insist on
keeping the incident an open, festering wound,” she admonished.
"Should we turn the other cheek?” he sarcastically responded.
"I'd have thought you'd realize how very precious life is, and that each day should be celebrated. For
you, every sunrise brings the Goblin race one step closer to extinction. That's the way you see it, so that's
the way things are. And your babies die because the adults have no hope. This mating must take place.
It's a new chance."
He glared at her, clenched his hands into tight fists and said lowly, “You of all people know how
vulnerable my race is when we mate. You're aware of what happens to us, and yet you'd still expose that
secret to an outsider who could use that knowledge to advantage? Is such a highly personal moment to
be exploited on your whim, and on a hope that this insane idea will actually work? How much indignity
must I and my people suffer?” He dragged his hands through his hair, wanting to scream in fury.
Shayla watched him closely, but she let him vent. His anger was almost tangible, and she knew her
command to send Mabb away was for the best. The girl had a romantic desire for her leader that
bordered on obsession. It would be difficult enough to control Tearach, never mind a lovesick Goblin
woman.
Finally, Tearach dropped his head, closed his eyes and spoke slowly. There was no use trying to keep
the disbelief and outrage from his voice. “You've commanded me to do this and I will obey. But I'll never
forgive you, Sorceress. Never! I can only hope we don't live to regret this decision."
* * * *
"Uncle Tearach, one of the Fairies brought these from Shayla."
Tearach watched as his niece placed a stack of files on the table, and then he continued to sharpen the
blade of his boot knife.
"Aren't you even going to look at them?” she asked.
"No, Cairna, I'm not."
She was silent for a moment, and then she ran a slender finger across the top file. “I'll bet these are the
women you're supposed to choose from."
By now, everyone in the Order was aware of Shayla's edict. They'd expressed every emotion from
absolute revulsion and pity to congenial acceptance and encouragement. For some odd reason, his niece
fell into the latter group, and that infuriated him. He loved the eighteen-year-old with all his heart, but her
own parents had died in Exmoor eight years ago.
"Will you hand me that other knife?” He waited for her to retrieve it from the farthest end of the table and
deliberately ignored the files next to him.
"At least she's giving you a choice.” Cairna smiled at him and handed him the blade.
Tearach remained silent, refusing to be drawn into a discussion about the hateful subject. Cairna moved
up and down the length of the table, staring at the files as she did so.
"Sit down, girl. You'll wear a hole in the floor,” he ordered, annoyed. But the command lacked bite. He
always kept his tone soft when speaking to her. She complied by pulling a chair to where the cursed files
were stacked and sitting directly in front of them. He sighed wearily and shook his head.
Cairna's father, his older brother, had practiced the same annoying habits. If there was a subject about
which they disagreed, Traed would provoke him by staring straight at him. That usually resulted in a fight.
He almost smiled at the memory of some of their silly, boyhood arguments. How he wished his older
brother was alive again.
Then there had been Furlon and Tressa, his younger brother and sister. The twins were never far from
each other and always in trouble. But it had been fun to watch his parents’ attempts at figuring out which
of them had committed some minor offense.
His mother and father had loved them with fierce devotion. But they had all died on the same horrible
day. His heart had been so badly broken he lost the ability to love anyone. Anyone but little Cairna. She
was only ten when her world collapsed. She'd cried for days, wanting her parents. But they were gone,
and he hadn't known how to explain what the outside world had done. And there had been no time to
learn to become a parent.
He watched her finger the edge of the top file and tried to continue being annoyed with her. As usual, he
couldn't. The girl had him firmly wrapped around her little finger. He stood, walked across the room and
placed a pot of water in the fireplace. “Would you like some tea?"
She shook her head and looked down at the documents in front of her. She was going to be a beauty like
her mother. Long black hair framed an elfin face, and her eyes were black as midnight. Fairy and Goblin
men already vied for her hand. Sometimes, two would come calling on the same day, and he'd have to
separate the suitors before a fight broke out. When she finally decided to take a mate, she deserved
more than to watch her newborn children die.
"Hand me those damned things.” He sighed and motioned toward the files.
Cairna grinned, jumped up and brought the entire stack to him. “It'll be all right, Uncle Tearach. Shayla
has never made any decision that didn't turn out for the best. And maybe one of these women will be
different from most outsiders."
"They're all the same, Cairna. I've tried to understand them, but I always come back to one conclusion.
They're careless, insensitive beings who'll do anything to get what they want. Be it animal, plant or man,
they hurt whatever gets in their way. They even kill each other with such ease that it's horrifying."
She placed a consoling hand on his arm. “Surely, not all of them are like that. Shayla wouldn't give you a
choice of women who were so terrible. I simply can't believe every one of them is evil."
He looked down at the files for a long moment and remembered his dead family. “If you think that, why
don't you choose one for me? It doesn't matter which one.” He handed her the stack and walked out of
the cottage.
Cairna watched him go, tears clouding her vision. “All right, then. I'll pick one,” she whispered.
“Someone who'll make you smile again."
She placed the folders on the table, sat down and began to read.
* * * *
"This is your choice, Tearach?” Shayla placed the file on her desk, sat and perused the contents.
He shrugged, unwilling to admit he hadn't even looked at the papers. Cairna had given him the file,
informing him the woman described within it was “perfect.” Ecstatic, his niece had begged him to look at
the woman's information and picture, but he'd steadfastly refused. It was enough that he was giving up his
freedom and pride to lie with this outsider, forced to breed like a prized bull. And there wasn't a remote
guarantee this sick experiment would even work. If that happened, what would they do with the
outsider?
He glanced around the library, wishing he were anyplace else in the world. “How did you plan on getting
this woman here? Since their kind doesn't even know about us, I assume you have a plan?"
For the moment, Shayla ignored him and smiled as she read the file. “I must say, this woman is a
marvelous choice. Outstanding, really. Our researchers have outdone themselves. I must remember to
reward them properly."
"Shayla?"
"Yes.” She finally looked up.
"I asked how you plan to get this woman here. And what makes you think she'll go through with this,
especially when she sees me?"
Her gaze scanned his perfectly honed body and she grinned. “Why, what's wrong with your looks, man?
A number of women, myself included, believe you're quite ... acceptable."
He stared pointedly at her. “I'm green ... for starters."
"Well, what possible difference does that make?” Shayla asked indifferently.
The Sorceress wasn't fooling him. The woman was far too intelligent not to have given this entire matter
some very serious thought. The safety of an entire compliment of magical creatures was at stake. Nothing
quite like this had ever been attempted, and the consequences could be devastating.
He leaned upon the desk and looked down at her. “When she sees me, she'll run from this forest
screaming. Every farmer, shopkeeper and law enforcement officer from here to Scotland will know about
us. Now, I'll ask again. What are your plans?"
She stood and stared into his black eyes. “The women we chose as possible mates all had a number of
things in common. First, they were all near your age and in excellent physical condition. Second, they've
no one in the entire world who'll come looking for them if they went, shall we say, missing. Finally, they
all have some skill or ability that will be useful to the Order and the temperament to handle a challenge. I
don't think the particular woman you've chosen would run away screaming, as you put it, unless she felt
very threatened. Her personality profile indicates otherwise.” She walked around the desk to stand in
front of him. “If you'd read the damned file, you'd have known that.” She threw the documents in
question on the table in front of Tearach.
He didn't bother addressing that particular accusation. “Your researchers had better be very sure about
their facts. We could end up on the front page of every major newspaper in the world."
He turned to leave, but he stopped when another thought occurred to him. “By the way, what did you
mean by no one will come looking for her if the woman went missing?"
"You're going to bring her here."
He felt his jaw sag, and then he recovered enough to speak. “How am I supposed to do that?"
"During their daily lives, people often fall into a routine. We're going to find out what hers is and ...
intercept her."
"Herne's blood!” Tearach gasped. “You want me to kidnap the woman."
She waved her hand dismissively. “Kidnap is such a harsh word. I prefer to look at it as ... as an assisted
change of environment."
Chapter Two
Up until the last minute, Tearach believed there had to be some other way of saving his people from
extinction. He'd spent days attempting to change Shayla's mind, as well as those of the other faction
leaders, but his efforts fell on deaf ears. That they had decided to allow an outsider among them was
proof of how seriously they took this whole crazy scheme. It had all been planned down to the smallest
detail. Now, the final step was up to him, and he detested it.
He sat silently in the front seat of the parked sedan and waited. “This can only lead to tragedy,” he
muttered. “The whole thing is insane!"
From the driver's side, Cairna placed her small hand over his larger one. “You wouldn't be so
apprehensive if you'd just take a look at her file."
When she attempted to hand it to him, he threw it in the back seat. “It doesn't matter who she is, what
she looks like, or her background. She's an outsider."
Cairna sighed in disgust. “By the Goddess, you're stubborn! You don't even know the woman's name."
They sat in angry silence, and Tearach stared out the windshield. The parked car ahead of them was
driven by the Fairy Leader, Lore. Shayla, and her assistant, Hugh, sat in back. The London jogging trail
they watched was empty. An occasional, early morning delivery van drove by. Other than that, there was
no one in the park. The trees on either side of the road offered concealment. A thick fog hung in the air
and matched Tearach's foul mood. He was about to get out, approach the occupants of the other car and
tell them to take the entire idea and put it somewhere daylight never entered. This whole idea was
preposterous. The very idea of sleeping with an outsider made his skin crawl.
"It's time, Uncle,” Cairna breathed as she saw Lore step out of his sedan.
He heaved an angry sigh as he and Cairna exited their own vehicle. Shayla nodded at him from within the
first car, and Hugh stepped out of the front passenger side.
"Go, Cairna!” Lore urged, keeping his voice low.
As she'd been instructed, Cairna entered the tree line and found the nearby trail. She began to jog.
Tearach watched her go and his throat tightened. The girl was dressed in blue sweats and, in human
form, she looked like any other city dweller out for an early morning run. If any part of this plan
backfired, his niece would be the first one in danger. But no one had wanted to listen to that, especially
since the girl had been so insistent about participating.
Lore took his position on one side of the trail. Cursing beneath his breath, Tearach took his position
opposite the Fairy. Because the trail circled their location, Cairna passed them twice without any sign of
their quarry. On the third pass, she was being followed by another jogger. The tall, slender figure in gray
was about a hundred yards behind. When Cairna reached Tearach's and Lore's position, she pretended
to fall.
* * * *
Kathy Parker saw the dark-haired girl go down and grab her left ankle. The trail was full of ruts and
could easily trip a careless runner. The fog wasn't making it any easier to see. She picked up her pace in
an effort to reach the other jogger and help. Panting, she slowed and stopped beside the girl. “Are you all
right?” she asked.
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