“There is another one,” my mother interrupted. “We’ve never spoken to you of this, but Declan he was a sickly baby. The healers could do nothing, and informed us the humane decision would be to put him out for the cold and the wolves, but…I couldn’t do it.”It was the way of our people, I understood that. Had known mothers who carried frail kids that were in their arms one day and then gone the next, never spoken of again.But to think that my mother was commanded to do such a thing to my brother made my blood run cold. “It is well you didn’t, Mother, for they were wrong. He grew up strong.” Of the body, at least.“They weren’t wrong.” My mother’s throat twitched as she swallowed, and I glanced at Tristian. He was fast making his way through the pile, tattooed skin gleaming with perspiration, and not out of earshot. “What happened?” I asked.“I prayed to the gods to spare him,” my mother murmured. “Prayed to Freyja and Eir and all who’d listen, offering up sacrifices to show my devoti
Had it been a choice? Lyra’s words resonated in my brain, the concept that the gods did not select, just intuitively understood what decision a person would make, dominating my thoughts.I cuddled my mother to me, our foreheads touching. “To have your child chosen to hold a goddess’s blood is a privilege none would turn down, Mother. There is nothing to forgive.” “I thought it was just Freyja,” she muttered. And thought nothing of it when your father returned from Mystic Rune pack with tidings the seer had pronounced prophecy of a child of Hlin. Only longed for the day you would come into your power, yet what horror when you did, for it was not life your magic promised but war. I cursed you, my darling. Forgive me.”It was hard not to cringe at knowing that was how she perceived my power, yet still, I didn’t understand why she was begging the way she was.There is nothing to forgive. I am content.” She straightened and held me at arm’s length, gaze riveted on mine. “Don’t lie to me,
Why didn’t you tell me? “ I…” His throat twitched as he swallowed. “It was a long time ago when I was still a boy, but I remember it clearly.”“You seem to remember everything about her very clearly and yet communicate none of it,” I snapped. “What did she say?”Tristan was silent, and sickness tortured my intestines. For what he might say.And the fact that he concealed it from me at all.“She went into these strange trances when she was being told something by Odin,” he eventually responded.“I was alone with her when she was suddenly seized by one. She informed me that the warrior Princess would unify the Southern region,but that tens of thousands would be left dead in your wake. That you’d tread upon the land like a disease, setting friend against friend, brother against brother, and that everyone would fear you.”His words sunk into my core, and I strained to breathe. “Whatever she saw terrified her,” he added. “I was young, and it sank into my mind that the warrior Princess woul
Unease trickled into my chest.“What is it?”Or who?“Theodora .” Tristan spat in the dirt.“We need to go.”Alpha Orion had mentioned the name Theodora while we were at Vadan, but I had no clue who she was. “Is she one of Alpha Maximus’s warriors?”“His hunteress. Who he sends to locate those who don’t desire to be found.” His throat twitched as he swallowed. “She’s a child of Ullr.”My gut knotted, for I knew Ullr’s children had bows with magical arrows that never missed their aim. “Who is she hunting?”Tristan tilted his head to meet my gaze, the muscles in his jaw so rigid they strained against his suntanned skin.“No,” I gasped. “That makes no sense. Everyone believes that I’m in Tendon.”“There is no other reason for her to be here, Andronika . We need to go. Get a head start before she finds our trail.”The horror humming in my blood informed me that he was right, except there was only one location to dock a ship of that size on this sea. Moonlit pack. My house.Ignoring Trist
Tristan stood, dragging me up with him and then leading me back to the horses. “Do you honestly think your mother won’t tell her everything she wishes to know?”I bit my lip, tears threatening. “That’s not what I asked.” “Theodora ‘s a killer,” Tristan responded. “But she’s loyal to Maximus and won’t go against his orders.”“Tristan…” Tears flowed down my cheeks since I was the reason Theodora was here. I was the reason my mother was in danger. “Will Theodora hurt her?”“I don’t know.” Tristan kicked a rock. “This…I don’t know what he plans, just that if we go after them, we’ll be giving him exactly what he wants.”I’d informed my mother that I was over with her. It’s time you make your path in the world. A lie, because I refused to forsake her.Catching my horse’s reins, I swung onto the mare’s back. “Are you coming with me, or do I need to do this alone?”Tristan swung onto his saddle. “Where you go, I go, Born-inFire. Even if it’s to the gates of the Underworld.”I dug in my heel
“Return to the ship,” Theodora ordered, and she and her soldiers retreated over the rise, footfalls receding and leaving behind just the wind in the woods and my stifled sobbing.“They’re gone,” Tristan muttered, and I withdrew from his arms. Abandoning my shield and sword, I hurried to my mother. My foot snagged on a pebble, and I tripped, tumbling on the ground. Sobbing, I crept ahead, nearing her.She was still breathing.Tristan placed a palm over my lips to stop my cry as she slid slowly to the ground, the arrow withdrawing from her chest. Gasping, I pushed my hands to the incision in her chest, leaning over her. My mother’s gaze locked into mine. “Andronika ?”“I’m here.” Blood streamed over my fingers, and saturated the front of her beautiful dress, her cane laying next to her on the grass. “I’m so sorry. That this occurred. For the things I said.” But the light was receding from her eyes, her chest stilling beneath my palms. “No!” I yelled. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”T
I abandoned Tristan's ride well before Moonlit pack, for the gelding continued attempting to bite me, and I knew that I had all the head start I needed. Then I rode my mare as fiercely as my rage rode me.Visions of how the confrontation might play out ran in my thoughts. Of the things I’d say to the Luna of Mystic Rune pack. Of the ways, I might murder her. Of the curses I may spew upon her after the act was done.A part of me, deep down, felt this wasn’t right. Knew that I was enabling the darker part of me to have the type of power that I could one day come to regret, but it was better than the alternative.Better than remembering the last things I’d said to my mother. Better than witnessing Theodora ’s arrow pierce through her chest. Far better than witnessing the light fade out of her eyes and knowing that it was because of me.The route reached the end of the sea, the northern strait stretched out before me, the sea steely blue and covered with whitecaps.I sought evidence of Th
All I could see was crimson since even now she denied it. “Then who, Lyra? We know there is a traitor in our midst. One who was in Vadan. One who betrayed Alpha Orion's aims at the Mystic Rune pack. One who betrayed me that I was going to visit my mother at the Moonlit pack. You were the only one present all three times, the only one with magic, the only one with knowledge.It was not me.Lyra yelled just as Orion’s grasp on her, stopping the lady from assaulting me.Alpha Octavia vouched for the truth of my words in the Mystic Rune pack.Then she lied!“Enough!” Alpha Orion moved between us. “I will hear you two in private, not listen to you screech like two fishermen wives in a market!”That’s because she is a fisherman's wife. I struggled to get loose from the men holding me, and when I couldn’t, I spat at her. “Bring them into the great hall,” Alpha Orion snarled, then glanced at Tristan, who remained at the gate. “You will come as well, as it would seem you are complicit.”Men c
My bed was undulating under me, rising and sinking as though I’d had too much to drink, the sensation sending a rush of nausea through me. “Tristan,” I muttered, attempting to reach out to him. Except I couldn’t move my arms, scratchy rope locking my wrists together. My eyes jerked awake and brightness pierced into them like knives. At first, all I could see was white, but as I furiously blinked, my eyesight cleared to show the hull of a ship, booted legs all around me. Memory entered my head, of Alpha Maximus and his men arriving in the cavern. Of the reality of Tristan’s allegiances being revealed. Of corpses on the ground all around me, dead by my curse. Of Philomela, blowing smoke into my face as she betrayed her real loyalties. “Good to see you’re finally awake, Andronika . Alpha Maximus’words entered my ears, and I turned over, gazing up to meet his light gray stare. Where am I? “On a ship,” he said with a slight smirk, teasing me with the obvious. Then he lift
Good morning, Andronika .Alpha Maximus grinned, tucking a curl of golden brown hair behind his ear.It fills my heart with joy to see you hale and healthy after such a terrifying plunge. I confess, we feared the worst when Melisande knocked you into the water. But I should’ve known better than to distrust Tristan.” To distrust Tristan. His words pierced into my heart, locking me in place even as I heard Tristan emerge out of the cave behind me. Felt him take in the image of Alpha Maximus with his soldiers standing nonchalantly behind him, Tristan’s voice stiff as he said, “Why are you here?” A question I was profoundly worried he already knew the answer to. “We feared you might have been injured, so rather than allowing you to bring her to us, we came in search. Alpha Maximus took a step closer.While I understand your actions, they were too risky by far.You may have both been killed.” A low drone of noise filled my ears and sickness twisted in my gut, ideas rising and fal
I woke to morning light peeping in through the branches Tristan had used to hide the entrance to the cave, my ears filled with the sounds of trickling water, chirping, and Tristan breathing in my ear, still asleep.A joyful smile bloomed on my face, the purest kind of bliss widening my chest, and if not for the strain on my bladder, I’d have allowed myself to fall back to sleep. Sighing, I carefully lifted the thick arm draped over my belly, the fact that he didn’t so much as twitch telling to the depth of his sleep.Outside, morning had already come and gone, the sun over the horizon and the summer air heated. Nothing stirred except the light breeze in the trees, yet I heard the chatter of squirrels as they yelled at me for interrupting the quiet of the morning. Taking care of my requirements, I crept back into the cave to find Tristan still asleep, eyelashes dark where they rubbed against suntanned skin, his hair a tangled mess.As was mine.Frowning at the tangle that was my braids
I groaned softly as he put a finger inside of me, felt his chest rise as he discovered my moisture, my yearning. The thought began to stray as my blood raced quicker through my veins, his cock firm against my behind as he pleasured me. He’d told me everything I needed to know— that he wanted the future I dreamt of for us, and all that was left was for me to believe that he’d never lie to me.And I did trust him.More than anyone. Everyone else lied and twisted and used me to attain their aims or to protect themselves, leaving me cold and alone, but never Tristan. He was ever and always the rock at my back. My love. My life.Twisting in his arms, I straddled him, my knees pressed against the furs as his hands massaged my thighs. Firelight lighted half his face, the other half shadowy, but all of it so lovely I felt I would weep. “I love you,” I said, bending forward to kiss him. I trust you.And I wanted him.The urge to be filled throbbed deep in my sex. I stroked against him, slick
Every bit of me for all of eternity. I held his neck as he slammed into me again and again, with each stroke the base of him pushing against the region his thumb had abandoned. My claws ripped his skin, my heels pressing into the tight muscle of his arse as I dragged him into me, my climax teetering on the verge.Tristan kissed me, our teeth smashing together with the power of it, his tongue running over mine as he pushed into me, breathing hot and quick. Then his hands grasped my hips, nearly dragging me off the rock as he thrust deep.Release burst over me like a storm. Like a hurricane that would break the earth apart, my body quivered as it bathed me in ecstasy, drawing me back under each time I breached the surface. Never had I felt anything like that, the feeling washing away sight even as it drenched me in color, my ears full with the sound of my name on Tristan’s lips as he climaxed, flowing into me in a deluge hotter than the seas we swam in.He buried his face in my neck, mo
Tristan murmured my name as I stroked him root to tip, and heat that had nothing to do with the hot springs erupted in my core. The side of my palm caressed my slippery sex as I pumped his length, and I leaned back, thrusting into it even as I felt my climax grow. I want you in me,” I whispered, but Tristan seized hold of my wrists, his voice a snarl as he replied,I think first I must prove my worth, love.In that moment I may have sworn that nothing could flame my desire more than the way he’d shouted love, but then Tristan took me farther into the cavern, putting me down on a slope of rock worn smooth by water running from another chamber above. It was nearly hot enough to burn, running in rivulets of fire over my throat and breasts, between my legs, but I hardly felt it when Tristan split my legs wide, exposing me.A breath kept too long within my lungs, shuddered free as I glanced at him, massive and powerful as a god between my legs, ready for him to plunge into me. Waiting for
And lest he misinterpret my message, I seized hold of my mail and raised it over my head, tossed it aside, the tunic and undershirt I wore beneath fast following, baring my peaked breasts. Tristan snarled, his eyes black as he sank to his knees, grabbing the tip of one of my breasts in his teeth. I gasped as he sucked it deep, teeth nibbling to the point I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or agony, just that my thighs were sticky with the yearning for more.Not just more of his hands and lips on me, but mine on him. I wanted to taste that taut tattooed skin, to dig my claws into the firm curve of his muscles, to run my palm over his huge cock.So I pushed him back, stepping down into the pool, the heat of the water searing my skin as I backed further. “It’s hot,” I mumbled, reaching down to remove one shoe and then the other, flinging them past Tristan even as I held him in place with my eyes.As I took a step further, the water came to just above my hip bones. I unlaced my trousers,
Your father didn’t visit?” Tristan’s jaw was constricted. “Only when he wished for answers from her. My existence was the source of a great deal of friction between Lyra and him, so he never took me to Mystic Rune pack.”I hesitated, then added, “Did they not suspect you had god’s blood? My mother knew. He swallowed. “She forbade me to speak Thor’s name. One of my first recollections is of mom telling me that to do so would set me on the path to losing people I loved to fire and ash.He shook his head. “She painted these visions in my head of people screaming, people dying, and everything was always burning.”It was hard to hear that. Not only because she’d been correct, but in the attempt to prevent the doom she’d prophesied for him, Sage had filled her child’s brain with horrors that I felt persisted even now.“I was asleep one night,” he said.My mother shook me awake and told me to hide, pushing me under some blankets in a chest. Moments later, I heard a man’s voice. Heard him m
My stomach surged to my throat, my eyes plunging, down, down to the lethal froth of water and pebbles. A scream erupted but as it tore from my lips, it was Hlin’s and Freyja's name that spilled forth.Magic rushed from my hands, first enveloping Tristan and then my own body with silver light. A heartbeat later, we hit.Even with their protection, the impact forced the air from my lungs. And there was nothing to fill them as we soared higher, then ,we were pushed down into the riverbed again, the water trapping us in its ceaseless churn.Spinning us around and around till I didn’t know which way was up. My elbows touched rock but instead of the water drawing me higher in its relentless loop, Tristan tightened his grasp on me, pushing me along the riverbed.I needed to breathe.Desperate, I battled his grasp. I needed to reach the surface. Needed a gulp of oxygen even if it meant the falls taking me back under a second later.Tristan pulled my arms to my ribs, pulling me along the river