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Chapter Seventeen
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Ulfhild didn't understand the sudden feelings that swirled around her at the huge warrior's tender touch. He infuriated her, but looking into his ice blue eyes now all she could think about was falling into his arms and seeking the comfort she somehow knew she would find there. It was some kind of spell he was casting over her, she was sure of it. But the man was obviously no witch. He despised them. Didn't he?His simple pronouncement to protect her should have made her bristle. Ulfhild had worked tirelessly to make sure she needed no one's protection but her own. She was a shieldmaiden, a warrior through and through, despite her father's wishes. Instead of irritation, however, all she felt was thankfulness and the need to be pulled tight into the protection of his arms. The scent of the forest and something wholly masculine surrounded her. Her body felt pulled toward his like a magnet and she reached up to cover his hand on her cheek with his own. She had just let her eyelids drop
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The driving wind and rain coming off the ocean for days had the training grounds flooded. Magnus had finally relented and called off training until the weather died down. Brand had found himself with nothing to do but think. And suffer. Reliving the extraordinary events of the night. His mate was a witch. By Freya, how had that happened? He could no longer deny the fact that they were fated, though. Since he had touched her, thoughts of her were all-consuming.An entirely new appreciation for how his brother must feel about his own mate came over him. An uncomfortable feeling twisted in his gut at the thought and had him agonizing over his past actions. Could he have been so wrong about everything? He hadn't even completed the bond yet, and he was agonized over not being able to see her, touch her, scent her. If he felt even a fraction of what Brodi felt for Liv, he knew the punishment he had been given was justified. He would have not been so merciful to anyone threatening his shield
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"See, I told you!" The young guard exclaimed to the older man he had seen cuffing the boy last night. "He's right where he's supposed to be."Brand sprang into a sitting position, thankful they had not shown up a few mere moments earlier. "Someone saw a wolf enter this hut last night and you sleeping through your duties," the older man insisted, his voice harsh and derisive.The younger man huffed in disbelief. "Do you see any wolf? And who reported this? I was awake all night just as I am now. Someone is lying to you, Hirðstjóri (Captain)." The captain of the guard cocked an eyebrow at the boy. "Someone is. Run now and get the man some food.""But he can go to the dining hall himself. Why…" the young warrior started to argue.The older man shot him a ferocious glare. "While we are not training, he will stay in his hut. And you will guard him and do whatever other tasks for him that you are given. Is that understood?""Yes, Sir." The young warrior bobbed his head in acquiescence to t
Berserker Chapter Twenty-One
Ulfhild stood in the shelter of a lean-to on the edge of the village and almost forgot to breathe as she watched her mother making her way slowly down the muddy lane, hunched over, clutching her gnarly hickory stick tightly in a knobby hand. Ulfhild had wanted to be the one to deliver the missive to Brandur, if only so she could be near him again for a moment, but her magick was not nearly as strong as her mother's. She was not able to glamour herself. For once, she regretted not taking her lessons more seriously.Though she was watching intently, she almost missed her mother flinging the leather envelope with the prophecy under the door of Brandur's hut, she was so stealthy about it. Ulfhild smiled to herself as the young warrior, returning to his post with a loaf in his grimy hand, passed her mother without a glance. Astrid truly should have been a spy. She had a talent for doing things unseen and gathering information that was supposed to be of a secret nature. Thank Freya! Ulfhil
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While spring storms continued to rage, Brand spent hours locked in his hut, the pretense of his being a guest apparently abandoned. He studied the parchment he had been given until he had committed every syllable to memory. He'd wracked his brain trying to remember if he had ever heard anything similar in shifter lore but couldn't. Brodi had kept up with all that. Brand had never been interested, and now he regretted it. He wished he could get a copy to Bjorn to take to the elders, but he didn't know how. Not being allowed to move about freely while all the warriors were holed up from the storms, he had to find another way to pass on his message. Young Leif had been put on guard duty the last few nights and he obviously took his duties much more seriously than Vidar. He'd stood straight as the King's Guard at Buckingham Palace all night. Not one snore or nodding head that would tell Brand he could try to sneak out in wolf form even without the bar across the door.His wolf was not ma
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Removing her cloak and laying it beside her, Ulfhild leaned back against the boulder at the edge of the meadow, sighing as she ran her hand across the soft grass under her. She had come to the enchanted woods to escape the stormy skies and the sucking mud that had been reeking havoc on the village. People were starting to murmur about unhappy gods and curses as the skies continued to dump buckets of rain on them. Her father had even called off training for his warriors, and that had never happened. Ulfhild missed the exercise. Without it to distract her, she'd had nothing but time to think on the prophecy and the strange warrior. Her mate. She should learn to say it. There was no doubt any longer that it was true, but it was still difficult to wrap her mind around it. A shifter. From the future. The Spirit was truly a fickle and unpredictable thing.A barely perceptible rustle in the bushes had her freezing in place and reaching a hand into the pocket of her dress where she secreted
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When Brand returned to himself, he was slumped over Ulfhild's body, his full weight pinning her to the ground. He pushed himself up to his arms in alarm, afraid he had smothered her. Her body lay limp under him. Trickles of blood pooled in the hollow of her neck. Oh, Freya bless him! What had he done?"Ulfhild, Elskede!" he called in a panic, his hands smoothing across her still face. "Please, wake up!"His heart nearly stopped in his chest with relief when her eyelids began to flutter. She leaned into his hand and nuzzled it before she spoke, her voice sounding like she had not had water in days. "Brandur? What…what happened?"Brand heaved out a breath, the exquisite tension that had built up in his fear draining from his body. He rolled to his side, taking her with him and nestling her into his chest unable to be parted from her for even a moment.He swept a tendril of hair off her face and kissed her head before he spoke. Regret tinged his words, though his wolf regretted nothing.
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Brand loped along the beach toward the sea caves feeling like he was swimming instead of running. The rain had returned with a vengeance while he had been sheltered in the magickal grove with his mate. He blinked the steady stream of droplets from his eyes and chuffed water out of his nose as he ran. He shifted at the mouth of the cave and a shiver went down his spine. Without his fur, he was freezing cold. His teeth chattered as he tried to slick water off his body with his hands."Cousin!" Thorstein's voice boomed from the dim light of the cave. "Come in from the cold and wet before you catch your death."Shifters, in his experience, rarely got sick, but maybe it was different for these poor Skölls here. After all, they had lost much of their ability to shift. Who knows what else might have changed. Either way, Brand would gladly take some blankets to dry off and get warm. A few minutes later, Brand was dry, dressed in a borrowed tunic and pants, and was sitting before a fire with
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