Having been dragged from her stupor, Ulfhild found her mind restless once the other women had left. She fought down feelings of panic as she ran her hands through Brand's hair. "Please wake up, min ulv, and speak to me. You promised to be here for me in this place. I don't understand any of it. Please, please come back to me," she begged, but he continued to lie just as still as he had been since they had arrived.Ulfhild sighed heavily and looked around the room for the first time, trying to distract herself. It was a large and masculine space. The fabric hanging over the windows was a dark green color and matched the coverlet on the massive bed she sat upon. There were two large armchairs in front of a fireplace that she thought were covered in a very fine leather. The room was warm though the logs weren't lit. Could it be summer here? Ulfhild tried to recall what her surroundings had looked like when she was brought to this dwelling but could not remember anything but Brand's blood
Brodi took in the barely controlled chaos around him. Men were shouting orders, hammers were banging, saws were buzzing. They were building as fast as they could, but he'd had to admit that they would never get enough shelters built for everyone before the winter cold descended. Though he was well aware they had come from a much more brutal landscape and were used to the cold, Brodi still couldn't bear the thought of any of the new arrivals camping in the snow and ice. He'd given in to his Beta's suggestion to order some pre-fab metal buildings to try to get everyone housed as quickly as possible. They were reviewing the final order when his brother, Gunnar, who had been in charge of the guards since Brand had been gone, stalked up to them with a hard frown."What is it, Brother?" Brodi asked."I'm sorry to bother you, Alpha," Gunnar said, formally. "But we found something in the woods on patrol last night I thought you should know about."Brodi's ice-blue eyes locked in on his broth
The first thing he became aware of was the smell. He knew that scent. Something like honeysuckle and…summer? Wait. Yes, that was it. The best fragrance in the world – his mate. But it was strange. Overlaid with some kind of sweet, tropical kind of smell he didn't recognize. No, that wasn't right. He did recognize it. Kind of. What was it? He groaned with the effort of trying to focus his thoughts. He coughed and his back burned like fire. And why was his throat so dry? It felt like he had been swallowing sand. He tried to unstick his tongue from the top of his mouth, but it was so much effort. Then he became aware of an oh so familiar voice in his ear."Min elskede! Jeg er her. Jeg er her, (My beloved! I am here. I am here,)" the sweet voice said, lips placing a kiss on his palm and then pulling it to a soft cheek.His mate. He sighed at the sound. She was with him. Another thought drifted across his mind and had his heart starting to thump wildly in his chest. Was she safe? She soun
The wind blew his fur back as he ran. His legs were still weak but he ignored the aching that tried to make him slow. There was a hint of chill in the morning air, but compared to where he'd been, it felt like the middle of summer. Sprinting the last few feet to the summit, Brand finally gave himself permission to stop and catch his breath. He looked out over the valley as he tried to gulp in oxygen from the thin mountain air. He climbed onto a flat rock and sat, enjoying the view. The world was covered in a cacophony of colors. Reds, golds, and oranges dominated with a smattering of green thrown in from the pines. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed all the colors while he had been staring at grey ocean and frozen white landscapes for so many months. That was another thing. Back in the Northman village, only a few months had passed. Here, he had been gone almost two years. Two entire years! He hadn't believed it when Gunnar had told him, thinking his brother was trying to get on
Ulfhild was hiding. She'd never considered herself a coward, but in this new world, she had no idea who she was. Everything was overwhelming. Brandur had fallen right into his role as a leader to the travelers, and she'd felt no malice toward him from his brother, Brodi, or his other family from this time. Since he'd awoken, Ulfhild had tried to stay near him where she felt the safest, but he was so busy, she felt like she was often in the way.When some of the men had rushed up needing him for some crisis with one of the structures they were building for the villagers, she had escaped to their room. She could not take another second of all the kindness, concerned looks, and feelings of uselessness. It all made her chest burn and her skin feel too tight stretched over her bones. Before Brandur had awoken, she'd not dealt with any of it. Staying at his side day and night, not even paying attention to the food she was given to eat had been automatic. She'd been able to ignore everythin
Liv had not been kidding when she had said they'd have to tromp through some woods. The training field was much farther from the area where they had their homes than she had expected. The distance and rough terrain didn't seem to bother the women. Baby Brand was strapped onto Liv's chest with some complicated looking knots of fabric that created a comfortable carrying sack for the large infant. It was obvious by her easy stride that carrying the boy this way was commonplace to her. On the way, Liv pointed out landmarks and told her things about the area. Asta tried to keep up with all the words, but Ulfhild felt she missed quite a few. It didn't matter. Simply being in nature and stretching her unused muscles was a relief to her. And they were going to train. Her heart leapt at the thought. This was exactly what she needed to dispel her melancholy and feel more like herself.Finally, they rounded a large boulder and came into a meadow that reminded Ulfhild of the meadow in her woods
Ulfhild felt more like herself than she had since coming to this new place. Asta had beat her soundly at axe throwing, Ulfhild not having much practice at that particular skill, but she was sure she could compete in archery. Though she missed a lot of what they were saying, it was good to laugh with the women and experience the comradery. She'd always been set apart by the women in her village who would never have thought of throwing axes. Maybe this time wouldn't be so bad.Suddenly, she heard terror in Liv's voice. "Brand? Brand?" she called in a panic, searching frantically around the boulder.Ulfhild realized the baby was no longer on the blanket playing with his toys. Fear clutched at her heart. She thought he could not crawl or walk? With all the wolves around, there were no other large animals around for miles. She'd heard the men discussing the lack."He can't have gone far," Asta said soothingly, trying to calm her sister-in-law's panic. She started to search around the nearb
Leif panted as he leaned against a tree to catch his breath. The child was heavier than he'd expected, and the air here was thin. Placing the baby at his feet, he looked around, trying to get his bearings. He estimated he'd run several miles from the women and the clearing already. Suddenly, howling rent the silence of the forest. The baby inexplicably smiled and clapped his chubby hands, but the fine hair on the back of Leif's neck and arms stood straight up in atavistic fear. Were the creatures close? Dusk was approaching but he didn't dare light a fire. Where could he hide with the krakki?The wolf song died out and the baby began to fuss. Leif glared down at him. This was going to be more complicated than he thought. If the baby started wailing, the sound would bring people and wild things alike. Was he even old enough for solid food? He should have grabbed that big bag with the silly looking animals all over it that was sitting next to him. He bet that housed some baby things. B