The hair on Ulfhild's neck prickled as she followed along in the dance. She'd been participating in this moon rite for so long, her body knew the steps without conscious thought, giving her the ability to sense something else. Someone else. Someone was watching her. She knew it as sure as she felt the sand under her feet. But who would dare? The wood and this area of the beach where the sacred circle stood were enchanted. No one could find them. Unless that someone had magicks as well. Her eyes darted to the nearby trees as she danced by, trying to find the cause of the sudden anxiety twisting in her gut. All she could see were the glowing eyes of some woodland creature. Her breathing came faster as the dance continued, and the patterns became more intricate. A familiar scent wafted faintly from the trees. What was it?She almost tripped when the answer came to her. It was the scent she associated with the stranger, Brandur. But his being here was impossible. He was locked up and gua
"Ulfhild?" an altogether too familiar voice asked.Reality came crashing back down upon her like a relentless tidal wave. The cocoon that had been spun around her and this captivating creature in her arms shattered into a million fragments at the voice. Ulfhild wrenched herself away from the wolf upon hearing the dark-haired woman. She blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to right itself. "Mamma? What are you doing here?""I might ask you the same, min søte." Astrid stared at the pair, a sardonic smile playing on her lips. A low growl came from the animal's throat as Ulfhild gained her feet to face her mother. She shook like a leaf in a high wind, whether from fear or being out of contact with his soft fur she couldn't say. A shiver ran down her spine at the unwelcome realization and she took a step back. The animal whined, turned in a circle, and sat again. His ice-blue eyes had a pleading quality to them. Ulfhild wondered what they could be pleading for."I…I'm not sure," Ulfhild c
Chest heaving, Brand skidded to an abrupt stop, his paws no longer encountering the resistance of pine needles and leaves, but instead sinking into the soft sand and tendrils of seaweed. He was standing on a narrow slice of beach. Looking over his shoulder, Brand could barely make out the wood where he had been talking to Ulfhild and Astrid only moments before. His only thought had been to escape, and he had run with no thought to where he was going other than away. Witches! By all the gods, why did it have to be witches?As he panted, he tried to take in his surroundings and figure out exactly where he was. White cliffs rose behind him. The roll and crash of the sea thundered in his ears where he had only been able to hear his heartbeat moments before. The white foam of waves swirled around his feet, rising farther up his legs with every return. The tide was coming in. He needed to get off this beach and find shelter, but he couldn't move. His gut twisted as he tried to forget the t
Ulfhild marched through the village, the morning fog licking her ankles and the mist beading on her face and leathers. The weather fit her mood. Her mind and spirit were in tumult. She could see nothing clearly after her talk with Astrid the night before. A sense of growing unease permeated her as deeply as the moisture of the morning air. Arriving at the training field, Ulfhild surveyed the grounds, her eyes unwittingly searching out the one person she told herself she did not want to see, Brandur. It took only a moment to find him. He fought Erik this morning. Tall and proud, his muscles bulging under his shirt as their heavy broadswords sliced through the air and clashed so violently, they threw up tiny sparks. He taunted Erik between blows, his lips quirking up in a grin. “C’mon, old man! Is that all you’ve got? My baby sister hits harder than you.”Erik’s face reddened with the insult, and he charged sounding like a wounded bear. Brand easily parried the man’s blade and turned
His heart lurched as he watched Ulfhild leave the training field. Her shoulders straight. Her strides purposeful, despite the demeaning words her father had spat at her in front of her fellow warriors. Brand had expected her to be formidable, but he had not expected to feel the way he had – fascinated, awed by her ferocity and strength. He had thought to hold back at first, to give her a chance to show off her skills, but as soon as their blades crossed, he realized his mistake. She was coming at him fast, eyes blazing, muscles flexing like a predator, giving no quarter. He felt a surge of adrenaline as he blocked her strikes, giving as good as he got. When their blades had crossed and he had pulled her into him, it was all Brand could do not to throw down his sword, grab her around the waist, and take her mouth right there and then. Magnus' coming had been well-timed.Brand scented the air around him and fought a shudder of desire. Ulfhild's delectable, one-of-a-kind scent suffused t
Ulfhild paced back and forth across the meadow, her brow furrowed with concern, the white woolen dress she wore swaying in the mild breeze. The gentle moonlight streamed through the trees, casting a dappled pattern of light and shade across the ground. The grass beneath her feet rustled softly in the warm, gentle breeze, and the heady scent of wildflowers hung heavy in the air, but Ulfhild could not appreciate the beauty of the nature around her tonight. She was too worried.Her thoughts raced with speculation and fear. What would happen if he hadn't received her note? What would happen if he had? Would he even show up to her vague summons? What if he couldn't get past the guards? What if..."Min søte, please," Astrid's soothing tones pleaded. "You are exhausting me with all the back and forth. He will show up or he will not. He will listen or he will not. Your pacing will not change the outcome."Ulfhild stopped and regarded her mother sitting calmly on a large bolder shrouded in gre
The roar of the water was the first clue that they were getting close. As they followed the path around a large boulder, he saw them. The falls Ulfhild had spoken about."What are they called?" Brand asked, coming to stand beside Ulfhild as she looked out over the water spilling over the side of a high promontory he couldn't remember seeing from the village. Magnus' lands were featureless and flat except for the small rise where Ulfhild watched he and his fellow warriors in the mornings. More magicks then. He suppressed a shudder."The Hvergelmir Dewfalls," Ulfhild answered, her voice pitched louder to overcome the resounding rush of the water. "They are said to be the source of all the water in all the rivers. Very powerful magicks are manifested here."Brand's jaw tightened at the confirmation of his thoughts. Talk of magicks made his skin crawl but he was determined to ignore the feeling and try to relieve his mate's distress. A flash of red in the trees past the rushing waters of
Brand couldn't control his eyebrows shooting to his hairline and his lips parting in shock at her words. He wanted to spit some new invective at her but he merely sputtered. The woman had the nerve to flash him a small smile. "Have you lost your words, Brandur the Destroyer?" Ulfhild asked. "Ahh, maybe my brew has begun working, after all."Brand's hands shot to his throat in panic. When a strangled cry left his lips, a low, tired voice came from the bench. "It is not nice to tease, Dóttir. The poor man already has a fear of us and you are going to need him.""Mamma!" Ulfhild scrambled to her feet. "You are awake."Astrid blinked and focused on her daughter. "Yes, I am fine. Simply tired." She pushed herself up until she was sitting. "The power of speaking the prophecy was much stronger than I had planned on. I have never experienced the like."Ulfhild sat next to Astrid on the bench and wrapped her in a fierce hug. "I was so frightened. We weren't sure what to do so I had Brandur br