I snorted as Aunt Rhianna sat at the far end of the table and began cutting into my venison. Cernunnos? Was she blessing them to all start having kids or something? The horned lord had already provided this bounty. What was she on about invoking him in his role as fertility god?
“Something humorous?” Arvin asked.
I held up a bid of leg bone. “Aside from this bone? My aunt’s choice in blessing.”
“Ah, Cernunnos. You are not pleased in her choice?”
“Unless you are looking to have kids in the next year, Cernunnos has already done his work by providing the meal. I think this is some of the buck I killed two weeks ago.” I regretted those words about as soon as the left my mouth. The hungry, lustful gaze that raked over me made my skin crawl.
“If you are interested in following your Cernunnos’ guidance, I am certainly not opposed.” He purred, low, and guttural. “I understand you
When the door finally creaked open, it was my cousin, Breanna, who looked down at me with wide eyes. “You need to go.” “What?” “Find your native friend, and go. I packed some things for you. Go to your room and change, but you need to be gone in like ten minutes, Eileen.” “Breanna, what is going on?” “I want a chance at a life that is not here, Eileen. And Arvin is willing to offer that. but not if you are here. So, go!” I looked into Breanna’s muddled eyes and saw what I thought was a glimmer of desperation, and possibly hope. None of the mischievous, strong willed Breanna I had known. However, I also had heard the men outside the window and was not about to pass up the chance she was offering me. “Thank you, Breanna. I will remember this.” “See that you do.” There was a hint of sorrow in that remark that I couldn’t quite understand. I dashed upstairs and pulled on my thick furs. Breanna had already laid out so
It wasn’t long before we had the team harnessed up. Chief Eyote clasped his son’s shoulder, “Be safe, son. May Stella watch over you, and guide you. I will send Dekota and Eris to meet up with you tomorrow. Which direction do you plan to head?” Makya looked to me, “Eileen?” “Seven lakes.” I said without thinking. Chief Eyote paled. “Seven lakes? Eileen, are you sure?” “Brigit herself told me.” “Then may the gods guide your path and watch over you on this fools errand.” He waved as Makya mushed the team to the north west. As we hit the woodline, the little bit of sunlight we had quickly began to fade. “This blasted winter light is going to really cut into our ability to make any distance.” Makya said. “Think we can get an hour’s work out of it?” “As long as the team can see, we should be able to make ten to fifteen miles.” Ahead of us, the large red fur of Stella appeared. The team all perked thei
After we ate a quick meal, Makya went into the tent. I hesitated to follow him in now. For years we had been on over night hunting trips, even two to three day trips and it had never been awkward. You shared tent space, and you shared warmth. But now… now things were different. Or were they? Maya, one of Makya’s fluffy white Seppala Siberian husky, with a light gray patchwork covering her fur, whined at me. I wondered over and rubbed her head as she nuzzled in close. “How are you doing girl? Your paws doing ok?” I lifted her feet checking each of the paws after the hard run. They seemed to be doing well, so I figured she must just want the attention. I finally stood, needing to warm myself in the tent, but was followed by Maya. “You joining us in the tent then? Well, I suppose you could help break any tension there. Come on, you can be my cuddle bug tonight.” I went into the tent to find Makya stripped down to his thermal pants. Thin angry red slashes
“Seven lakes? The sacred wood?” I said. “I read about that. I mean to our tribe the seven lakes is sacred but we call it the wandering island. It’s a land that shifts.” “I think it might be linked to what my people call the fae world, or tír na nóg, the land of the Tuatha Dé Danann, our gods.” I explained. Dekota lay down on a bunk, “Well, our dear huntress, you prove once again to be quite the unique one. I believe the next few days should prove very interesting.” Eris grinned at me, and said, “Well, not exactly the birthday we hoped you would have this year, but, happy eighteenth, even if it’s a day early” I wasn’t sure if I wanted interesting for my birthday. I wanted a quiet birthday, perhaps alone with Makya. “Thanks, Eris. Only another 36 hours or so and I can claim to be an adult. Go me.” The cabin grew quiet, save for the crackle of the first as the group settled in for sleep. The next day, we got started early again. T
When I opened my eyes, the ground was much closer than I was used to. I looked around but didn’t see Stella any more. The Morrigan looked down at me and smiled. DOWN! Before, the Morrigan and I were of a similar height, now she towered over me! “Tis a good look on you lass. It will take some time for you and Stella to adjust to each other, but teach each other well, and grow together.” Brigit stepped forward, her blonde hair swaying in a light breeze, “Child, return here in three months time for the second blood moon.” I let out a yip of agreement, then horrified at the sound I made I tried to cover my mouth, only to find my chin on the ground as I covered my shout with paws! I looked up at Brigit, horrified. “Now, now, dear Eileen. There is nothing to be so terrified about. My daughter Stella has a lovely body. You will find it strong and powerful. You two just need to learn to communicate and share its form. Let her guide you during this tim
The Way station’s tin roof finally came into view just as large snow flakes began to fall. Maya must have sensed the end of the run because she bolted for the small cabin, pulling the team along. Shortly, the sled skit up in front of the cabin’s door and I jumped on the brake bar. We slid to a stop just before the door, and I stepped off into the snow, my limbs shaking from the vibration of the sled. Makya clambered out of the sled and began unharnessing the dogs when a low howl sounded from the tree line. I spun, panic sending cold sweat down my spine. Makya reached for a rifle. I reached a hand out and lowed the rifle barrel, smiling as I saw the shaggy red fur of Convil pad along the tree line. “Will they be a problem for the dogs?” Makya asked, worry etched on his face. “No” the sure confidence in my voice surprised even me, but I knew in my heart of hearts, Convil would never endanger me or mine. I turned back to the dogs and began unharnessing t
No more holding back. Family wishes be damned, coven designs for an alliance with that Arvin guy can piss off. I reached out from under the covers and hooked Makya’s beltloop, tugging him over. I rose up onto my knees and looked him in the eyes. Those warm chocolate brown eyes. I don’t know if Stella’s emotions mixed with mine but my body shook with suppressed excitement and I leaned in and kissed him. Makya, perhaps a bit surprised by my ardor, responded a heartbeat later, quickly adjusting to my enthusiasm. His arms wrapped around me and pinned my hands to his chest. Thanks the gods he has not bothered to put his shirt back on. My hands roved his toned pecks, toying with his suspender straps before I wrapped my arms around him, digging my fingers into those corded shoulder blade muscles. His fingers threaded through my hair and I tilted my head back as his lips left mine and slowly worked their way down my neck, sending tingles down my skin at every touch.
Dekota and Eris stretched out before the cabin’s small cook fire, moving a pot of tea back over the stove iron. The fireplace had an iron slab built into its roof that acted as a perfect heat conductor for a stovetop to heat food, pots, or tea kettles. The cabin was quiet for a few minutes while the tea heated and a pot of grits boiled. When the kettle finally started to sing, Eris poured mugs of tea for everyone.“So, mind filling us in on a bit of details? The village is a riot with rumor and speculation. Some say werewolves are roaming the woods, some say Stella has turned against the people, others say a curse has been laid on us because of the coven. Others say the white men are the curse,” Dekota said, clearly not believing any of it.“Are they really that riled up over us?” I asked.“Us? You mean the two of you? They could care less about Makya here. Sure Chief was worried for a bit, but once he spotted Zophiel he