After finishing dinner, Brodi took Liv and Kelda to the small den at the back of the house where they could meet privately. They settled themselves in front of the fireplace, Liv and Brodi hand in hand on the loveseat and Kelda in the chair across from them. Brodi filled his lungs with air and blew it out before getting to business."According to pack law, Brand could be executed for what he has done." His hand tightened around Liv's when she gasped. "Brodi, no. You can't execute him. What he did was awful but he's your brother, after all." Brodi hung his head and rubbed the back of his neck. He should have known his mate would want to be merciful. Killing his brother would be horrific, but he didn't know what else to do and keep Liv safe. "I know, Elkskling I don't want to do it, but there have to be significant consequences.""You could banish him, Alpha," Kelda spoke up, her grass green eyes meeting his with understanding."But to where? I would always be looking over my shoulder
Brand groaned and spit sand out of his mouth. He pried his eyes open and blinked trying to focus on his surroundings. Cold damp sand. A grey sky and a glacial wind was cutting through his jeans and thin, down jacket. Where the fuck am I?Before he could gather the strength to push himself up, a weight landed in the middle of his back, pinning him to the ground. A steely feminine voice made his blood run colder than the wind on his skin. "Hvem er du? Hvor er resten av mennene dine? (Who are you? Where are the rest of your men?)"Brand tried to twist to see the woman but a heavier boot stopped his motion. "Bli der du er og svar damen! (Stay where you are and answer the lady!)," a gruff voice demanded.Breathing heavily, Brand stayed silent while he tried to figure out what was going on. The last thing he remembered was being in a clearing near the compound, the wind blowing and lightning flashing across the sky. Then he saw Kelda, arms outstretched, red hair flying about her body, and
Ulfhild gritted her teeth and straightened her back, fighting not to turn her head to look at the strange man as she led the way back to the village. He was peculiar altogether. His clothes were made of materials she couldn't identify. He spoke Norse, but his accent was strange. And then there was his claim to be of the Sköll Clan. Preposterous! He couldn't be over thirty and that clan had disappeared several generations ago, according to the elders' legends. She'd never believed they'd really existed but were simply part of a tale told to children to make them behave--a clan of magical shapeshifters who could turn into wolves on the full moon, so ferocious no one could defeat them.They led him straight to the Chieftain's longhouse, to her father, Magnus the Bold, where evening meal had started without them. The crowd parted for her as she led the way to her father at the head of the long wooden table. Magnus looked up with a large joint of mutton in his meaty hand. His blond eyebr
The woman led him to a small room with a door covered in a large animal hide. It was solid white; likely a polar bear. He wondered offhandedly who had hunted it. Polar bears were exceedingly difficult to find and kill. Brand allowed his eyes to take in the room—a stuffed pallet on the floor, a small, wooden washstand and bowl, an iron sconce for a torch on the wall. The single light barely lit the room. He was suddenly hit in the face with several pieces of cloth being tossed at him. Hva? (What the hell?) The woman was bent over a trunk in the corner and throwing clothing at him. His lips pressed into a white line as he caught the furs and woolen tunic and pants. The leather boots just missed hitting him squarely in the nose. "Put those on," she demanded, turning to face him. She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him.She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broa
Brand had not been given any opportunity to escape. After finishing his dinner, he had been escorted to a small hut situated by itself on the edge of the village by the giant warrior who had found him on the beach. Magnus had called it a guest house, but Brand knew what it really was – a cell. Guest rooms didn’t have guards posted in front of them or doors with locks on the outside. He'd spent the night contemplating his situation, having no luck in coming up with a different story than the one he had already told. After hours of pacing, he gave up and lay down on the thin mattress. The straw the pallet was stuffed with scratched his skin and he wished forlornly for his memory foam bed back in Wyoming. Disgusted with himself at the thought, he turned toward the wall and tried to sleep. His wolf would not rest, however. The creature paced and whined deep within him. It wanted the woman, Ulfhild. Now that there was quiet, he was unable to ignore his wolf's demands that they claim her.
Ulfhild sat in the shadows at a table by herself eating her morning meal. She counted herself lucky she had missed her father this morning. She was not yet ready to face him, and likely more humiliation. She simply wanted to finish her food, complete her chores, and get to the training ring. A good spar with Birger or Erik was just what she needed to rid herself of her intrusive thoughts of the stranger.As she ate, she noticed Leif come downstairs and head across the room. Her eyes narrowed when she saw who he was approaching. The man, Brandur. Thor's thunder! Could she not escape him? He seemed to pop up in front of her wherever she went. Her mood transformed from irritated to amused, however, as she watched Leif try to command Brandur to follow him. A bemused smile played at her lips as she witnessed the newcomer antagonizing the warrior. His posture was relaxed but his expression was mocking. Though he had no weapons and was in a strange place, he showed no fear of the young warr
Ulfhild pulled her ear from the door as she heard the scraping of chairs and boots on wood that signaled the meeting was breaking up. She barely made it back down to the main room before the stranger and Sigurd, followed by the rest of the warriors left her father's office and came tromping loudly down the stairs. He was letting the man train with the warriors? A man he knew nothing about. Yet, she, who was battle-tested and trained harder than any of his warriors, was shunted aside.Marching from the longhouse, she fought back angry tears. Nothing she did was ever enough for the man! She had proven herself over and over, but still he insisted on treating her as some useless female. Or worse, looking at her askance as if she might cast a spell on him at any moment. She'd never given him any reason to believe that she had powers like her mother, but he was suspicious all the same. When he had humiliated her in front of his warriors last night, her fingers had tingled to let just a frac
She stared until the man and Leif were out of her sight, then left the headland in a fury. The man was completely infuriating. Insufferable. Intolerable. Plumes of white breath billowed from her mouth as she marched across the half-frozen landscape trying to dispel the anger and frustration burning in her chest. When she reached the small wood on the east edge of the village, she invoked the words of power that allowed her to pass through the protective spell her mother had placed there. Heading straight for the clearing in the middle, she inhaled the warm air and reveled in the nature that surrounded her. The meadow there lived in perpetual summer with green grass underfoot covered in vibrant wildflowers. Chittering and chirping from the small animals and birds that were found there welcomed her. The wood was her refuge from her father's otherwise frigid, windswept lands. No one could come here but her mother and her acolytes. Only those who were trusted with the ancient incantation