All Chapters of Berserker: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Brodi sat on the ridge above the compound. He couldn't quite see the human camp from here, but he could see a thin plume of smoke coming from that direction. He liked to imagine Liv sitting there, enjoying the fire. His patrols had extended their circuit to include Liv's camp and the outcropping where Asta had fallen into the poacher's trap. So far, everything had been quiet, but it didn't make Brodi any less anxious. He'd promised he'd stay away but in the last 48 hours he had practically worn a hole in the rug in his bedroom from all the pacing he had done. He'd run through the woods for miles hoping to exhaust himself, only coming home when the dawn was breaking, but still, he couldn't relax. Even with updates every four hours from his patrol, his chest still ached, and his wolf was constantly fighting him to go and claim their mate. Brodi knew his family was avoiding him as much as possible as his temper was at its breaking point. They knew why he was acting this way, but they co

As Liv came back to her senses, she breathed in Brodi's intoxicating scent. Her nose played at his neck wanting more. They were face to face and she realized Brodi had her body so tightly tucked into his, not a breath of air could have passed between them. She also realized he was hard as stone against her stomach. "Brodi, what about…" She tried to slip her hand between them to touch his iron length but he caught her hand and raised it to his lips. He brushed a kiss across her knuckles."No, Elksling, not tonight. I want you to understand the bond completely before we go further. If I lose myself in your body, another part of the bond will solidify." He looked down into her confused eyes. "I will not do that yet, as much as I want all of you." "Tell me more then. Tell me what I need to know." Liv settled back into his embrace, placing a tender kiss on his shoulder on the edge of his wolf tattoo.Brodi draped a powerful leg across hers to bring her even closer to him. "No more tonigh

Brand stopped and aimed his long nose up to the sky. Nothing but woodland scents. Good. He veered off his normal patrol path and headed north. He'd lied to his brother about being unable to find the Blackfoot pack. Killian and his group were good, but they didn't know this land like Brand did. This was his forest. His domain. Shortly after his brother had allowed Killian and his pack temporary permission to stay on his land, Brand had made it his mission to get to know the young pack leader. Killian was ambitious and hanging on to his Alpha status by a thread since he'd gotten run off his land by the bear shifters. Brand had won his confidence over the months and had convinced him there was plenty of land to share in the Sköll territory. If Killian would partner with Brand to become the next Alpha of the Sköll pack, he would section off a large territory for Killian to call his own as one of his first declarations as Alpha. His second declaration would be to give his sister, Asta, to

Over the next week, Asta turned Liv into a personal project. She drew Liv into their daily lives and soon she felt like she had known them all her life. She especially enjoyed being drawn into the circle of women that made up the pack. Liv was impressed with all of them. They all had strong opinions and all seemed to have some sort of battle experience – shield maidens, Asta had called them. They continued the practice with their weapons even though it had been hundreds of years since they'd had to participate in a real battle. They dissolved in peals of laughter watching Liv try to master the ax and bow, but Liv didn't mind. "Why do you continue to do all this anyway?" Liv asked, after yet another failed attempt to hit the target with her throwing ax."Who knows what may happen?" a tall, black-haired beauty named Brigit told her. "We must be able to help protect our pack and our Alpha. Strength in body and mind is necessary. Many packs do not work like this, of course, but we are no

Gunnar slouched comfortably in an Adirondack chair on his porch mapping out the constellations in the sparkling stars above his head. This was one of his favorite times of day. He enjoyed his solitude, unlike most of his pack who preferred to be in the company of others. He knew most of his family didn't really understand him, but that was okay. He was content with himself and his role in the pack. As he sipped his beer, a sound caught his ear - a barely perceptible crunch of the leaves in the woods to the right of his cabin. His eyes moved to study the dark woods when he heard the sound again. He fought the urge to turn his head toward the noise. He didn't want to give away the fact that he had heard whoever or whatever was creeping around his cabin, but he rested his right hand on the shotgun next to him. He kept it close when he was outside near the cabin to dissuade stubborn bears against roaming in his territory. He caught the movement again in his peripheral vision. There it wa