Chief Melik of the Scythian Paralatae tribe is dead, horribly mutilated. Evil Zohak leads the warriors in accusing Atar, who must now run for his life. Atar decides to go to the great One Hundred Year Festival with his lover, the werewolf Bulliwuf. Arriving at the festival with no money, Atar joins several competitions, which have significant prizes. Atar’s quest for money brings him to the attention of the evil wizard Dahaka, who first mistakes him for his long lost son.
The Summons will be heard by all qualified mages at the end of the festival, but only one can be awarded the title and power of the Firestarter. Zohak and his father Dahaka plan to see to it that Atar never hears the Summons.
“I have suffered through so much, my friend,” Bulliwuf said in a voice so smooth and luscious that Atar gasped. “I have seen you succeed and I have wanted to take you so many times. Do you know how hard it is for me?”
He took Atar into his strong arms and pushed him against the trunk of a dark, ancient oak. “I want you now. I can’t wait.” Bulliwuf’s silvery-blue eyes had the eerie shine of an animal. He stared into Atar’s eyes and cupping his chin, he kissed him. First lightly—so lightly that it was as if a feather passed over his lips. Atar pushed against him now. He hadn’t realized how much his own passion had been pent up. His hands moved over Bulliwuf’s powerful body. He could feel the nakedness of the werewolf rubbing against him, and it was more than he could take. He ran eager hands through the silver hair that was soft—almost like a rich fur, but so long. His ears were hot. His whole body seemed too hot.
Atar had never taken the lead in their love making, but now he moved with aggression. Bulliwuf chuckled in his deep baritone, and this excited Atar. How sweet he tasted. Atar kissed him all over, panting as his hands moved over the muscles. He knew Bulliwuf’s body so well. It was as if it had just dawned upon him. He wanted nothing more, and he knew that for all of his bragging about women, that Bulliwuf only wanted him. Atar wanted to own Bulliwuf. He wanted to take him in and adore him forever.
The stars shone brightly in the night sky and the air hummed with life as it had done on a night, many, many years ago. As their bodies came together and they cried out in passion, the world seemed to join with them. The cacophony of night animal sounds, the babbling of the water in the creek, even the sounds no human could hear enveloped them as Bulliwuf shared his awesome power with Atar. For that moment, Atar saw and heard things through his werewolf. The night cried out with them and pulsated with eternal life.
