Exactly what do you wish to achieve? he asked Alpha Orion. You want proof she can’t fight? Here—” He swung at me. I fell back with a cry, tripping on a root and falling on my arse, dropping my weapon.
There’s your proof. Send her back to her mate and the fish. That is not the proof I seek, Alpha Orion responded, and my stomach flipped with the worry that this would cost me far more than pride.
I got to my feet to discover that the other warriors had my brother by the arms, holding him back. Carspey sniggered from beyond. To first blood, then? Tristan demanded. There was rage in his voice, the flames of his axe blazing with intensity. He didn’t want this fight, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it to prove his loyalty.
To do otherwise risked terrible consequences, which I doubted he would be ready to incur for a lady he didn’t know. No. Alpha Orion dismounted and transferred the reins of his horse to another warrior before crossing his arms.
To the death. My stomach sank, and the world around me suddenly became too light. To the death? This is madness,” Tristan hissed. “You’d have me kill this woman? Why? Alpha Orion gestured at Carspey wants a new mate? Carspey is a child of Njord. He is a man of importance, and he’s shown his loyalty.
I was no longer convinced that this was about me. Or if it was about Tristan. Or maybe it was about something else entirely. The only thing I knew for certain was that dread strangled me, refusing to give me a voice.
And I haven’t? Tristan lifted his blazing axe, and Alpha Orion had the wits to take a hesitant step backward. I’ve done everything you ever asked of me.
Then there is one more thing? Alpha Orion tilted his head. You will do this, or you will give back your armband and go into exile, no longer my son in name or in spirit. And lest you think your sacrifice will spare this pathetic excuse of a wolf. know that it will not.
I’ll only have someone else fight in your stead.” The muscles in Tristan’s jaw came out in striking relief and his emerald eyes were pinched with rage, yet he offered a tight nod.
Fine.
Andronika! my brother yelled.
Run!
I couldn’t unfreeze from where I stood. I couldn’t conceive of what I might accomplish to withdraw both me and Declan from this circumstance with our lives.
The only path I saw was to fight. And to win. What if I kill him? I half expected Alpha Orion to chuckle, but he merely lifted one shoulder. If you kill Tristan, Andronika, I’ll pull that armband from his corpse and put it on you.
You may have his position in my ship when we sail on summer raids, and his portion of the wealth that comes with it. I lifted my chin, hating that there was part of me that sensed the appeal of such a prize. And a divorce from Carspey.”
That pulled a chuckle from Alpha Orion’s lips, and he glanced at Carspey. “Do you agree to the end of this marriage?” My mate sneered. Gladly.The prospects of me overcoming a legendary warrior such as Tristan were small. It was made even slimmer yet by him being gifted by Thor. However conflicts were unexpected, and I was not without talent.
Fine. Alpha Orion nodded, then looked to the gorgeous woman looking from her horse. We will have a song of this, Philomela. One way or another.” “As you say, my lord, the woman said, curiosity building in her eyes as she met my stare.
Whatever was going on here, she knew no more than I did. Rolling my shoulders to relax the tension in them, I murmured to one of the still-mounted warriors, “Might I have used your shield?” He shrugged, then reached to unhook it from his saddle.
This will not save you, he continued. “But anyone willing to fight Tristan has earned their place in the Underworld.” His comments reinforced my power as I took the shield, grasping the handle behind the thick steel boss, but I showed none of my confidence as I circled Tristan.
The heat from his axe gathered moisture on my brow, yet he looked unharmed by it. Must be undamaged by it, because he held naked fire with his bare hand. “Sorry for this, Andronika,” he murmured.
May Odin himself greet you with a full cup. I’m sure he will. I smiled softly. Because you’ll warn him to be ready for me when you arrive. Which will be sooner than you think.”
A grin split his face, and for a heartbeat, I once again saw the man who’d flirted with me on the beach. If I somehow managed to murder him, I would not like it, but it didn’t mean I’d delay with a killing blow.
Tristan glanced over his shoulder at Carspey . “You’re a fool to, I struck. My sword sliced at his midsection, but some sixth sense must have warned him because Tristan wrenched away at the last second, the tip of my blade snagging just the fabric of his shirt. Pacing in a circle, he eyed me. “This wasn’t how I thought it would go.”
Fate cares little for your opinion on how things should go. Blood roared in my veins, my eyes leaping to the burning axe, though I knew it wasn’t what I should be looking for.
Knew it was the eyes and the body, not the weapon, that led. All that is and all that will be is already woven by the gods.” I cut at him again, our weapons colliding and his strength sending me stumbling.
“If you are going to proselytize, best to be correct about it.” He deflected another swipe of my blade but did not launch any strike of his own.
My fate is my own to weave. Because he had god’s blood in his veins. I knew that. Knew it well, because Carspey often bragged about that power despite it being impossible to prove.
Then it will be a fate decided by your father, for it seems you do what he tells you to.
Anger erupted in Tristan’s glare and I attacked again, blade striking hard at his ribs. He danced out of the way, far faster than I’d have thought for a man of his stature.
He gave flames flared over my blade, and I pulled it away, preventing another blow of his axe with my shield.
The blade buried in the wood below the boss and I dug in my heels as he ripped it free, the effort nearly wrenching the shield from my hand. But worse, the scent of burned wood flooded my nose, smoke billowing where the shield had ignited.
Yet I didn’t dare drop it. Fear rushed through me, my body wet with sweat and everything seemed too bright. I needed to attack now before a fire forced me to drop my protection.
Before my strength failed me.Show your worth, Tristan, Alpha Orion hissed. Show her what it means to fight!” My breath came in fast pants as I swung again and again, knowing that my only chance was to win. To kill him, as much as I didn’t want to.
Why are you doing this? I asked Alpha Orion between gasps. What do you have to gain from my death? I gain nothing from your death,” he said. So fight! None of this made sense.
Tristan alone appeared to agree. There’s no sport to this contest. It’s nothing more than this weasel-cocked fishmonger wanting bigger guys to punish his mate for his shortcomings beneath the furs.”
“I plowed her nightly,Carspey yelled. “It’s her fault!” “Perhaps you plowed the wrong field! Tristan laughed and moved out of the way of my swing, slamming his axe against my shield as though batting a fly.
My indignation burned bright, less for the crass inference and more for the fact he wasn’t even giving me the honor of trying. Lemon juice made quick work of any seed his prick had to sow.”
Probably not wise to give on my secret.gods, Carspey,” he laughed. The world is truly better off without your progeny if you don’t question why your woman tastes of lemons.”
Tastes?
I froze, staring at Tristan, who gave me a gentle smile.“Seems he was most definitely doing it wrong.Tristan, shut up!” Alpha Orion paced in a circle around us.Kill her now or I’m going to cut out your tongue to silence you.
The laughter slipped away from Tristan’s eyes. “I wish fate had been kinder to you, Andronika .” Without warning, he attacked. Gone were the halfhearted swats and facile parries, and in their stead came hard blows that drove me staggering. I thought I knew how to fight. What it would be like to be in real combat. Nothing could have prepared me for the awareness that no matter how hard I swung, how quickly I parried, the end was coming for me. My shield burned, smoke and heat searing my eyes, but I didn’t dare drop it. Angie attacked again. I attempted to defend, but his axe got hold of my sword and wrenched it from my fingers, sending it spinning into the trees. This was it. This was the moment. Yet Tristan paused, backing back instead of rushing in for the kill. A killer, certainly. But not a murderer. “Get it over with,” Alpha Orion yelled. “You’ve dragged this out long enough. Kill her!” I was terrified. So dreadfully scared that when I drew in breath after desperate b
Alpha Orion signaled for his troops to pull Declan to his feet. “You will keep your ring and place, Declan, but we must address the matter of your loyalty. You knew I sought a daughter of Freyja yet said nothing to me of your sister, despite knowing the goddess’s blood flowed in her veins. For that, you must be punished.” He hefted the axe he had.“No!” The yell tore from my lips, shrill with panic. “You gave your word!” I went to step between them, but Tristan was faster. He caught me about the waist, hauling me backward until my shoulder blades smashed into his chest. “He won’t kill him,” he murmured in my ear, breath hot. “Once it is done, it will be done. Don’t get in the way.” “Let me go!” I resisted and fought, trying to slam my heels down on his boots, but he merely lifted me off my feet like a child. “Declan !” My brother stood straight-backed with his chin up. Accepting his fate. Alpha Orion swung. The flat of the blade struck my brother in the shin, th
“Easy, Andronika .” His voice was low and gentle. “The poultice will take away the pain.” I pulled in a strained breath. “Tristan,” someone whispered, “this is—” “I know,” he interrupted. “We need to hurry.” The haste intensified my terror, but I needed to see. Needed to know how horrible it was. “Let me see” His jaw stiffened. “Andronika” I lifted my chin from his grip and looked down. The flesh of my wrist and hand was coated with a thick crimson paste, but not my palm. Because my palm… The skin was gone. I stared at the blackened pile of ash, gagged, then twisted and vomited, the world swimming. “I warned you.” Tristan put a cloth across my burns, then stooped down, his arms going behind my knees and shoulders. “I can walk,” I protested, though it might have been a lie. “I’m sure you can.” He raised me as though I weighed no more than a kid, placing me against his chest. “But this will give you a better story for Philomela to sing about. You always want a good story
Nausea rolled up inside me, and I wrenched from Tristan’s embrace to vomit, though all that came up was bile. The force of it forced me to my knees and would’ve seen my hand planted into the dirt if Tristan hadn’t caught my elbow, holding it aloft. “Lovely.” Luna Lyra heaved out a breath. “Bring her inside. Assuming she lives, this will be her home now.” Home. As Tristan hoisted me, careful not to touch my hand, my gaze flew to the skyscraper we stood before. A huge hall. Though structured the same as any other home, this structure was twice the height of any I’d ever seen, the planks forming the walls carved with runes and knotwork, and the double entrances huge enough to allow five men to enter at once. Tristan directed me toward one of the numerous cots in the room. I lay down, the furs under me thick and plush, as were those Tristan put over me, though they did nothing to drive away the frost. I shuddered and shook, most of the water from the cup he held to my mout
Better? Seraphina questioned. I could still feel the burns, but they no longer made me want to scream. “Yes,” I whispered, melting into a peculiar sense of bliss. As though I was in a trance. Is it your magic that I am feeling? I knew little about the magic of the offspring of Eir for they were rare and usually served Alphas.“No.” Seraphina smiled. “Just a flower with many uses.” “Don’t get used to it, Andronika. That flower has been the downfall of many,” Tristan said, and my gaze drifted to his face, uncaring that I was unabashedly staring at him.“It’s unnatural for someone to have such a beautiful face.” One of his eyebrows rose. “I cannot tell if that was meant as a compliment or an insult.” “I’m not sure,” I murmured, having an unexplainable need to touch him to test if he was real or if I was imagining him. “When I saw you coming out of the water, I thought for a moment that Baldur had escaped Helheim, for you couldn’t possibly be human.” I think your bit of smo
I sat up, the furs enveloping me sliding away. My clothing was marred with blood and bits of ash, smelt of sweat and fish, but that was the least of my concerns as I glanced down at my hand. It was still coated with moss, but the plant was now dry and lifeless. I gently touched the moss with my left palm, equal parts desperate and scared to see what lay beneath. “I told you the gods favored you,” a voice remarked, and I straightened to see Alpha Orion standing close to the hangings separating the space from the rest of the hall. “They wished for you to be revealed by fire, not to be consumed by it.” I wasn’t persuaded it was true, considering my circumstances, but I kept my lips quiet as he crossed over to the bed. Without asking, he ripped the moss free, bits of dead plant and ash dropping over the dark furs. My breath seized as I saw what lay beneath. “Make a fist,” he urged. I dutifully did so, muscles and tendons complying with minimal complaint. “U
You are the greatest blessing the gods have bestowed upon me, Lyra, Alpha Orion muttered, and my cheeks heated as they embraced, their roving hands hinting that if not for my presence, they’d be ridding themselves of their garments. That they might anyway, my presence be damned. So I dropped the shield. The second it left my grip, the enchantment faded, and it crashed with a loud clatter onto the floor, the pair pulling apart. “Apologies,” I mumbled. “I seem not to have fully recovered my strength.” Alpha Orion snorted, not convinced by the falsehood. Yet he stepped back from Luna Lyra even as he spoke to her, “Prepare for the feast, my love. And prepare Andronika to be my mate. The servants descended like a band of raiders, stripping me of my clothing and shoving me into a bath so hot, it nearly scalded my flesh. Though I was hardly used to being bathed by strangers, that wasn’t what filled my thoughts as I was scrubbed with soap and polished with sand until
It was snowing.That was the first thing that struck me when I stepped out of the huge hall. Snow in springtime was rare. The members of Mystic Rune pack came out of their homes to watch me pass, the emotions of those who met my eyes frigid despite the knowledge all would be feasted in the evening by their Alpha. “Your pack does not seem to favor this union,” I remarked softly to Luna Lyra, who strolled to my left, her mouth drawn in an unsmiling line. “Because they do not know the power you bring,” she continued. They see only an insult to their beloved luna. I’d have rolled my eyes at her vanity except that while the pack members scowled at me, they smiled at Lyra, touching her as she went and offered her praise for her strength. “Andronika !” A familiar voice reached me, and I turned my head to see Eleanor standing between two buildings, a blade clasped in her hands. Her brown hair was sodden, and her freckled cheeks flushed from the cold as she stepped toward
The women doled out bowls to everyone, and I sat apart while I ate my food and stewed over my circumstances. When I finished, I laid my bowl down and opened the ointment Lyra had given me.The contents were waxy and smelly, but though the smell was not terrible, I sealed it.“You need to use it because it will help.” I twitched at Tristan ’s voice, having not heard him approach out of the shadowed trees.He sat across the fire from me, picking up a stick and poking pensively at the embers before adding more wood. Then he looked up. “Well? Aren’t you going to put it on?”My fingers were stiff and would be worse come the morning, but for reasons I couldn’t explain, I set aside the jar.And was rewarded with a cry of exasperation from Tristan , who rose and circled the fire. “Give me the poultice.” Deeply aware that all eyes were on us, I handed over the tiny pot, cringing as he removed a large glob, the frugalness in me rejecting the excess.“You aren’t aware of the chests of silver
“Careful!” I tensed, frightened that the power might fracture his hand. But with absolute courage, he pushed his palm against the magic. Instead of resisting his touch, my magic allowed Tristan ’s palm to sink into it like water. I felt the moment he touched the pot itself, a soft pressure, whereas, with the blow of his axe, I’d felt nothing. The sensation traveled up my arm and down into my core, as though he touched not magic and metal, but my bare skin, and I shivered.“You get what you give,” he mumbled, then lifted his eyes from the magic to face mine. “Or perhaps more accurately, you give what you get.” The rest of the world slipped away as I considered his remarks, it felt for all the world like he was the first person to ever understand me. Except…that wasn’t quite it.My family understood me. My friends understood me. But there were things about me that they wanted to change, but Tristan appeared to accept the way I was. Seemed to foster the parts of my character that ev
The mountain top is a sacred ground.” Tristan’s palm pressed into my ribs to hold me stable. “No weapons are allowed, as all deaths must be in sacrifice to the gods, which means some level of safety within Vanda’s borders.” I didn’t take much comfort in that. “How long will it take us to reach the mountain?” “Tomorrow we’ll reach the village at the base of the mountain, where we’ll leave the horses,” he continued. Then another half day’s climb.” A night out in the open. I swallowed hard.“I think we should ride faster.” By the time dusk arrived, the horses were laboring hard and my body hurt from bouncing up and down for hours on Tristan’s lap. Judging from his groans as he gently dismounted his horse, collapsing on his back in the dirt and shouting at the heavens that he’d lost the ability to sire offspring, he’d not fared much better. Yet it was the first time since we’d left Mystic Rune pack that anyone laughed, so I appreciated the release of tension even i
Vanda was the sacred temple on the very summit of the mountain known as Hammar. Every nine years there was a gathering that attracted people from near and far to pay tribute to the gods and offer their sacrifices. I’d never been before, my parents had always declared that it was not a place for children, and this would be the first time it took place since I’d come of age.The great hall was in a bustle of activity, two dozen horses and several pack animals were mounted and loaded when I emerged in dry clothes and a heavy cloak. Lyra was guiding the procedure, the Luna of Mystic Rune pack no longer attired in a costly dress, but in warrior’s gear, including a mail shirt, and a long axe hanging from her belt. I had no question that she knew how to utilize it. Particularly when her opponent’s back was turned.“You will remain with the warriors I’m leaving behind to protect Mystic Rune pack,” Orion remarked to Owen. “You will be alpha in my absence. Send word across my domains call
My interest rose with each passing second as we traveled, soaking, back to the vast hall. ?” Tristan shook his head. “I merely provided the flame. Was Andronika who set them ablaze.” At my name, Owen turned from his brother, gazing at me up and down. I gave him the same courtesy. He was only slightly taller than I was and fairly thin, his hair golden blond where his brother’s was dark, and his eyes blue rather than green. “You are the warrior princess, then?” he asked, and without waiting for a response added, “I suppose I must congratulate you on your marriage to my father.” Nothing in his tone suggested congratulations, which was perhaps reasonable, considering that Lyra was his mother, but I gave him a little nod. “Thank you.” He glared, then turned his back on me in favor of his brother. “We captured a spy.” Tristan moved on his feet, gaze narrowing. “Whose spy?” An elder warrior, a man with brown skin and silver-streaked dark hair coiled
Tristan rushed at me again, and as I braced, I said, “Freyja, give me strength.”Power poured through me, magic encompassing my shield. I watchedTristan’s eyes widen, but it was too late for him to stop his blow.His barrier impacted my magic, and the contact catapulted him backward with such power that he sailed through the air, landing in the sea with a splash.Vanquishing my magic, I moved to the edge of the pier and saw him come spluttering to the surface, his shield floating nearby. “It seems you are the one who is wet, Tristan.” He stared at me and then swam toward the dock with forceful strokes, shield abandoned in the water. “Magic will only take you so far,” he growled. Alpha Orion wants you to become a warrior, not a glowing beacon in the shield wall that everyone will try to kill.”“You think I want to be a figurehead?” I demanded. “You think I asked to be named in a seer’s prophecy? I was going about my life when you galloped into it and tore it to shreds.”“Because life
My feet created echoing thumps as I stomped to the far end, the sea a shimmering steel blue. Though the spring air was cold and the tops of the neighboring mountains were still covered with snow, the overhead sun was warm enough that I didn’t regret leaving my cloak at the great hall. I turned back in time to witness Tristan dumping his shirt into the dock, muscular muscles and tattooed flesh all in obvious view. Setting the shields at my feet, I crossed my arms. “Worried about falling in?” I refused to say the term wet.“No.” He hooked his thumbs over his belt. His trousers fell low enough to display the sharp V of muscle that disappeared inside them.The wound he’d sustained last night was gone, likely healed with Seraphina’s power. Realizing I was staring at the delicious length of naked skin, I dragged my eyes to his face while waving at his discarded shirt. He only shrugged. “I rarely wear a shirt when I fight.”This time my eye roll was unfeigned. “Is that part of your strat
My morning had been wasted sitting around waiting for Tristan since the sun was high in the sky and I was pissed off. “Tristan isn’t much for mornings,” Seraphina murmured, stepping up from behind me.“The only reason one typically sees him at dawn is because he’s yet to go to bed.” That didn’t surprise me at all.Seraphina, however, had been at the great hall at dawn, checking on the progress of the injured. “You know him well?” I posed Ivy the question, The healer shrugged. “As well as anyone, I suppose. I was raised on a farm north of Mystic Rune pack, but I didn’t come to serve Alpha Orion until after my gift emerged, which was after Tristan was taken to the Northern region.” I blinked. “Northern region?”One of Seraphina’s eyebrows raised, then she shook her head. “I forget how things are in a small pack, not knowing any of the events going on more than an hour’s ride in any direction.” She sighed. “There are days I’d give anything to go back to a life of blissful ignorance.”
Alpha Orion was thrilled that it had been me who’d set fire to the ships, considering it as proof of the accuracy of the seer’s foretelling. I was half tempted to tell him that I’d become floating on the sea if not for his son.Victorious or not, buildings in Mystic Rune pack still burned, scores of corpses cooled on the ground, and many more moaned and cried from injuries. Logically, I understood the death toll would’ve been far worse if I hadn’t given the early warning, yet it still felt like a failure.Standing close to Lyra and Orion , we witnessed an ancient woman conduct the rituals for the burial of the dead.I looked away and my attention latched on a hooded person going slowly down the waterline, veiled by haze. At first, I assumed it was merely the smoke from the pyres. But as I observed, I saw the smoke was coming from the individual. Not just smoke, but particles of ember and ash, as though the individual were aflame.“Lyra.” I got hold of her arm. “Look at that person