The Mutt

An Order Series Short Story

by Kasia Bacon

The Mutt - Kasia Bacon - The Order
Editions:Kindle: $ 0.99 USD
ISBN: B01N9P0LNX
Pages: 40

I, Ervyn Morryés of the Black Mountain clan, know all about control.

As the only fair-haired Dark Elf in the Highlands, I had to learn to control my fists and my temper in the face of derision.  

To become the best archer amongst my peers, I had to learn to control my breathing and my movements.

But the day the half-breed called Lochan Féyes arrived at the training camp, my discipline faltered. Because—sweet gods—when I am around that aloof, blue-eyed assassin, my need is uncontrollable.   

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Pairings: MM
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Under 18
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Alpha Character, Enemies to Lovers, Interracial Relationship
Word Count: 7000
Setting: Elven Country
Languages Available: English, German
Translators: Jutta E. Reitbauer
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Excerpt:

I WANTED him from the start. From the very first time I laid eyes on him. Everyone kept talking about him in the days prior to his arrival to the camp, curious about this half-breed born to an influential Elven clan, but brought up by humans. A hybrid. A mutt.

Lochan Féyes.

I was curious as well. Maternal half-breeds such as him were a rarity. They retained all physical qualities of a pureblood and enjoyed, at least in theory, equal social status. Not that discrimination didn’t occur. The real losers in the biracial game were the paternal ones. Considered downright human and non-citizen, they constituted the lowest caste in society.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but he exceeded my expectations. Later I discovered he had a knack for doing just that.

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If I hadn’t known human blood flowed in his veins, I wouldn’t have been able to spot it. The tips of his ears were perhaps less pointy, and his eyes—not as distinctly angular as those of an average Elf.

Even back then, at seventeen, he proved every bit a killer. He made that obvious during the first training session. He was deadly. Calm. Steady. Cold. Disinterested. So self-assured that he seemed arrogant. I wanted to bring him down a peg. Teach him a lesson. Break him. Taste him. Make him beg me to kiss him.

I wanted his attention, but he refused to give it to me.

So I had to find a way to claim it.

His eyes were blue—so intensely the colour almost appeared offensive. Fuck, it offended me. I was just an unworldly Dark Elf at the time, unaccustomed to irises that weren’t obsidian. The azure hue of his gaze reminded me of the glass crystals that grew in caves in the highlands of the Black Mountain. I used to collect them as a child.

I wanted those eyes on me.

He struck me as all attitude and stark contrast, emphasised by the juxtaposition of his glossy black hair and milky, luminous skin. A combination of sharp angles and sinewy planes of hard muscle.

I craved the feel of his body under my fingers.

If I had to describe him in one word—apart from infuriating—I’d choose refined. Everything about him, from the aristocratic bone structure to the posh lowland accent, screamed polished. One thing in particular dripped effortless elegance and insisted on notice: the way he fought.

The first time I watched him fight, I got hard. My heart pounded in my chest, and I chewed on my lip until it bled. I vowed then I would make him mine.

His technique wasn’t flashy. On the contrary, it looked austere—the moves small and graceful, but also fast, powerful and precise. Even when he sparred against multiple opponents at the same time, it much resembled a choreographed dance routine. He always remained in control of the fight.

While unmatched at hand-to-hand combat, he later showed real artistry with a blade. He was lethal and alluring. The knives—and he carried several on his person at all times—performed simply as natural extensions of his hands. His knife-disarming and throwing skills became a favourite topic amongst both the other trainees and the hyoshies in charge of our training.

I spent a few weeks observing him. To start with, I tried to dissuade myself from this weird obsession. I wanted to convince myself that, apart from being a half-breed and thus a novelty, he had to be ordinary. Not worth the entire maelstrom I awarded him in my mind. Nevertheless, he quickly became a compulsion of mine.

We never spoke. I tried to engage him, but he shot me down by looking straight through me. He walked away every time and, for the time being, I permitted that.

He kept to himself, though many pursued him—both male and female. After all, our military society admired nothing more than a remarkable warrior. Bets circulated as to whether and when he would take on a lover and who that lover would be. Rumour had it he favoured archers. Although utterly unfounded, it made me feel sanguine. Perhaps it held some truth, judging by the fact he often watched us at archery drills, despite never participating himself.

I’d already been made the leader of my archery squad, having completed the mandatory two-year service back in Black Mountain. Every Dark Elf had an obligation to serve in regional forces before enlisting in the Queen’s National Army. At the time, there were no doubts in my mind that I’d become the best archer amongst the recruits in the camp. So if he wanted one, it didn’t get better than me.

I caught him looking at me once. That dawn, I practised shooting without aiming—the instinctive style my clan excelled at. My chest tightened as his eyes lanced through me. I all but dropped my bow when I read appreciation in his gaze, right before he turned away. It made me foolish to pin all my hopes on one look, no doubt. But then again, my family motto proclaimed, “Aim big, miss small.”

After a few months, his aloof and haughty demeanour had me torn between fascinated and vexed. I went from wanting to punch him to needing to fuck him. Frankly, it was draining, and it put me in one hell of a persistent bad mood.

Then came the day when my frustration reached its zenith.

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Reviews:Michelle on Joyfully Jay wrote:

Lochan Féyes is known as a mutt, a half-breed, as he was born to an Elven clan but raised by humans. He’s a rare hybrid and, although still in training, he’s already been recruited to be an assassin. Outwardly, Lochan looks like an elf, although a highly skilled and deadly elf with blue eyes that are rare in a world of obsidian. One look and Ervyn wants those eyes only on him.
Ervyn Morryés is part of the Dark Elf clan that lives in the Highlands. His single goal has been to become the best archer and so far he’s succeeding. His blonde hair stands out amongst the entire clan and Ervyn knows all about looking different, but he maintains his focus and maintains his training. When Lochan arrives at the training camp, Ervyn’s focus wanders to wherever Lochan is and it’s not long before Ervyn is staking his claim.
The Mutt is a short story that opens up the beginning of an amazing world of elves. The story is told entirely from Ervyn’s point of view and within a shorter amount of pages, the author is able to set the scene, the atmosphere of life in the Highlands, and the beginning of what could be an explosive relationship between Ervyn and Lochan. While Ervyn has trained to be one of the best archers in his clan, he’s full of attitude that highlights his entertaining character, but also awakens his protective side. He becomes completely undone at the sight of Lochan and wages an internal battle with himself to keep his control.
In the public eye, Lochan appears every bit the sought after assassin that he was trained to be. But, for all his prowess on the field, when Ervyn exerts just the smallest amount of dominance over him, Lochan yearns to yield to and obey his commands.
Bonds are formed and long held plans are altered as Ervyn’s focus narrows to Lochan and I was captivated and invested so quickly that it was the cruelest of teases as this is simply an introduction to what promises to be an epic story. From personal stories, to clan stories, to snippets of a new language introduced, there is so much waiting to be explored. And, at the heart of it, there could be one hell of a story featuring love and lust between Ervyn and Lochan. A full length novel should follow soon and I, for one, cannot wait.

Meredith on Diverse Reader wrote:

The Mutt: An Order Series Short Story is the debut for author Kasia Bacon. A short story set in the Elven Country. Ervyn Morryes is an elf who is very much wanting trainee Lochan Feyes. The are in a training facility and Ervyn is hellbent on getting Lochan to notice him.

I don't want to give anything away. It is short but interestingly enough the author is able to tell this story with perfect flow. Nothing felt like it was being crammed down my throat in order to just get it all out there. The pacing was really good.

It was such a lovely story. Gorgeous in so many ways. I adored Ervyn and everything about him and what he stood for. It's hard for debut authors to publish these days but Kasia has quickly proved she has the creative edge to make this work. Great book.

VVivacious on Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words wrote:

Ervyn Morryès is a Highlander, a dark elf from the Black Mountain clan participating in the training camp which is recruiting soldiers for the Queen’s National Army. He is mesmerized by the half-breed, the mutt Lochan Fèyes who is a blue-eyed assassin, deadly to say the least. But Ervyn is unable to let go of his obsession, he needs Lochan to notice him…

I think I successfully butchered the blurb for this short story. Basically this is like a prequel to the “The Order” Series which is going to centre on Ervyn and Lochan and this short story is the author’s way of giving us background on these two characters.

Personally I am amazed with this short story. It is so well-written. Ervyn is literally tight-rope walking the line between attraction and obsession. But the way everything is worded makes it just perfect, it is never unhealthy enough for you to question Ervyn’s motives but at the same time it is not entirely healthy, what it is, is the right amount of attraction and obsession making for a heady mix.

This story is told from Ervyn’s perspective entirely which is perfect to understand Ervyn’s thinking and Lochan’s outward demeanour. But I for one am really grateful that the author plans another short story from Lochan’s perspective prior to commencement of the series because I really want to know what’s going on in Lochan’s head and what kind of an impression Ervyn makes.

For a short story, which is just a set-up for a series, this story is just so good. I just loved the story and I loved the introduction it provides to these two amazing characters. I feel like these two characters have such contrasting personalities but at the same time I felt like these two have complementing personalities.

Personally I can’t wait to see more of these two and will be anxiously waiting for the next in this series.

Cover Art by Marek Frankowski. I liked the cover but I feel like the darker colours used to depict the background make this story feel like a dark one but that doesn’t seem to be the case.


About the Author

A linguist and an avid reader with a particular fondness for fantasy and paranormal genres, KASIA BACON lives in London with her husband. When not tearing her hair out over a translating project, she writes stories about the shenanigans of emotionally constipated assassins and sexy Elves. Otherwise, she can be found shaking her loins at a Zumba class, binging on anime or admiring throwing knives on Pinterest. She has a mild coffee and lemon tart addiction. A lover of MMA and Muay Thai, she also enjoys nature and the great outdoors. She dreams of becoming independently wealthy, leaving the city and moving into her wooden mini-manor—located in the heart of stunning forests resembling those of the Elven Country depicted in her tales.


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