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
Vidar snorted and jerked upright as rain poured into his open mouth. The storm had started again in full force and the overhang on the small building left little shelter for him. Maybe I will just go inside the hut for a while. Surely, the captain will not care if I guard the man from inside the room. Vidar opened the door quietly, a bubble of concern rising within him when he realized the door was not latched. He peered inside letting his eyes adjust to the dim light thrown by the single candle. His knees began to wobble as he took in the room. It was empty. "No!" He whirled in a circle searching in the shadows for the man that was supposed to be there, but there was nothing. The young warrior had to sit on the edge of the bed before his legs went completely out. The man had escaped on his watch. He could only imagine the punishment that would be meted out to him for his failure. Oh, why in Odin's name could he not stay awake? He would never be trusted again and would never make th
Bracing himself, Brand watched Erik and Birger enter the hut. The three large men barely fit in the small space. Brand's eyes narrowed when Erik pulled the door shut behind them causing the room to darken even further. "We had heard a rumor that you had escaped, Brandur, but here you are." Birger looked at him, his brow raised in question.Brand decided to try to brazen it out. He responded in as light of a tone as he could manage, though his heart was spasming in his chest. He was strong, but these were two of Magnus' best warriors. He wasn't sure he could take on both of them and win. "As you can see, here I am." He perched on the edge of his bunk, wishing desperately he had even a small eating knife as a weapon."So you are," Erik agreed. "Apparently, young Vidar was mistaken when he could not find you here a few minutes ago."The men were fishing, but Brand wasn't sure for what. "The boy is rather excitable…when he's not sleeping."Both warriors chuckled briefly. Brand sat, waiti
"The woman has the soul of a general," Brand thought as he watched Astrid take in his news and immediately begin barking orders. In short order, she had two packs of her own filled and her women gathered for instructions. "Brandur has come to tell us we have run out of time," she announced. The women murmured and looked to each other with wide eyes. He could see the fear, but also the determination in them. These witches, these women, were just as fierce in their own way as Magnus' warriors were. He listened and watched intently as Astrid continued."We know what we have to do. I know what I ask of you is not easy. We are going into the unknown on nothing but faith." She swallowed. "Should the spell fail, you know what the consequences will be. Even if we succeed, we are traveling to a place none of us can comprehend. A future we can only imagine."She met the eyes of each of the women of her coven. "If you do not feel you can make this journey with us, no one will think less of you,
Brand awoke with a startling sense of déjà-vu. He was face down in sand and a large fur boot lay in his field of vision as he blinked. Faen! This time when he tried to push up, however, his arms would not cooperate. Iron manacles were locked around his wrists. Heavy chains rattled behind him as he struggled to turn over. He felt the pinch of the blade and smelled the coppery tang of blood as a rivulet ran down his neck. He froze, panting."So, The Destroyer has awoken!" Magnus' voice boomed over the crashing of the waves, mocking him. Brand heard the mumbling and shifting of a crowd. He said a silent prayer to the gods that Astrid and Ulfhild had somehow escaped."Get him up," the Chieftain commanded, and the now familiar giant hand grasped his upper arm and yanked him to his feet. He glared at Sigurd as he spat sand from his mouth. The man smirked at him, and Brand's wolf snarled. This time, he didn't try to mask the sound and was rewarded with a look of uncertainty crossing the gian
The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls. There were still several groups of men fighting, but they looked well in hand. To his relief, he saw no Skölls lying with the fallen at first glance. A large man covered in gore approached him warily. His lips curled up from h
Wyoming - Present Day"Oh my God! Make them stop, Brodi! They're going to wake up the baby!" Liv whisper-yelled in her husband's ear as someone pounded on their bedroom door."What time is it?" Brodi groaned, sitting up sluggishly and wiping sleep from his eyes."Three am. Now hurry!" Liv pushed at his hulking form to encourage his movement.Faen! His son had only fallen asleep a little over an hour ago. The pounding came again."Hurry!" Liv hissed beside him. A faint noise from the cradle beside the bed galvanized him into action. Throwing back the covers, he raced to the door without bothering to grab clothes and cracked the door open."The entire forest better be on fire," Brodi growled. Kelda, his shaman, and Gunnar, his youngest brother, stood in front of him, their eyes wild."I'm sorry, Brother, but you must come. It's…""The Yggdrasil has awakened, Alpha," interrupted Kelda, her moss green eyes flashing. "We need to go.""What?" Brodi asked in confusion. "What do you mean 'aw
The group surrounding Brodi stood and stared in shock for long moments. Men, women, and children lay before them. All of them were dressed in combinations of wool, furs, and leather. Some were clearly warriors with weapons lying in motionless hands and strapped to still backs. Liv's hands covered her mouth, stifling a cry. "Oh, Brodi. Who are they all?" she asked, her voice breaking.He turned to fully face the meadow, studying the scene, his hand stroking his mate's back unconsciously. "I, I don't know, Elskede."Finn wrapped his arms around Asta holding her back to his chest as tears streamed down her face. "Are they all dead?" she whispered.Brodi kissed the top of Liv's head then released her. "Stay here," he commanded and started walking towards the nearest of the bodies, a large man in iron-studded leather armor with a broadsword under his palm. Squatting next to the man, he placed a hand on his back. He dropped his head in relief when he felt the man's chest rise and fall. "H