ログインMagnúsWe compare what we experienced in the sudden depths of the pond. The pressure that was squeezing our chests. How the darkness gave way to what looked like stars. Feeling as though something was pulling us down.It was all surreal. I thought that I was dreaming, perhaps dying. None of it made any sense. Ever since we both came into our prime, the water has barely covered us. We always had to sit to cover our entire bodies with the water.Now it was so deep that we both had the momentary thought that we would never see Drekiby again.Eventually, we start on the path leading back to the village. I had taken Björn to the meadow with the healing pond to get him away from the wolf. Seath, I believe that is his name, had angered my brothe
BjörnWho. Does. This… Wolf. Think. He. Is?Commanding me to fix a feast. Bringing people to Drekiby without even a word to me. Because I can’t bring myself to tell Isla no, my home is now overrun with foxes and cursed wolves.I am not proud of my reaction. I yelled very descriptive and detailed threats to the wolf and Magnús had to force me away. Once we were away from him, that cursed wolf, Seath, Magnús reminds me that he is a servant of the gods and their priestesses.As I pace around the small meadow, Magnús stripped off his clothes and
IslaSeath is here. Aislin is here. Their boys have grown so much and there is another on the way.I push past both Magnús and Björn to get to my old friend. My former protector. He catches me and holds me as I cry. I know that the black sap lotion on my skin must be hurting him, but he does not seem to care.While I lived in Vindolando near the northern wall, there were few people who were kind to me. Seath and Aislin were never cruel to me like so many in the village were. But they were not overly kind to me either. That was until my grandmother was killed.Although I had helped her with the birth of Aislin’s oldest, the second came only hours after Grandmother's death. He was the first and only birth that I assisted on my own. I
SeathI hate sailing.Going down the rivers is not bad. I can even handle going along the coastline. The short distance to Hibernia is bearable. Barely.This open sea shit sucks.After what feels like two lifetimes, land finally comes into view. Rarely have I ever been sent to the north lands. This is only the third time that I have been here. It will be the first time that I go into dragon territory.I am not looking forward to the welcome. Not only is there tension between dragons and wolves, but I am the one who executed Ilmari. It is doubtful that either of his sons know that it was an ordered execution and not just a murder.Aislin steps up next t
BjörnI don’t know what has come over my beast to make him act the way that he is. He’s not getting close to Isla like he usually does. In fact, he’s staying away from her as if… I shake my head to clear those thoughts.Why would my beast be afraid of Isla?She walks with a slight limp. In our shared mind, I see her walking and my eyes are drawn to the off-balanced sway of her hips. Deep in the recesses of my mind, I hear him purr.Haakon sits down at the table, leaving several places empty between him and us. He is still too close, and I give him a warning look that he just chuckles at. My beast snarls and snaps at him – completely unlike him towards the old gamekeeper.“The next several months should be interesting.”I don’t know what he means by that. I don’t have the chance to ask him either. I’m too busy trying to keep my beast in check as he snarls and snaps at all the males that get too close.What the hell has come over him? Where is all this sudden protectiveness coming from?
MagnusThe beast in me keeps growling at any male that gets too close to Isla. Björn’s beast has also become temperamental. They are snapping at anyone who is getting too close. By the evening meal, even Valo was keeping her distance.Isla slept most of the morning, and we were both content to lay in the bed with her. As soon as we got back to her, there was a change in our dragons. They are staying close to her, but just out of reach. It is almost as if they fear her.Just a day ago, if you said her name, my beast was lifting his head in excitement. Now he growls at you as if someone other than Björn or me saying her name is offensive. Tappen and the other warriors are grinning at us.“All those nights that you said you were going hunting,” Sven laughs as he stands up from the table in the longhouse. Slapping on my back, he starts to walk away as Isla moves closer and both our dragons give rough warnings. “No wonder it was always just the two of you.”He gives her a small nod, “Husfr
BjornThe meal with the local lord is adequate, it lacks flavor and any real entertainment. He has invited every eligible maid to feast with us. So far, the only one that has piqued my curiosity is the widow with the young daughter. The widow has agreed with me that her daughter is too young, but s
IslaThe mornings were still chilly in the spring; small patches of snow remained in the dark shadows of the woods. I dug through a patch of the snow in the Black Woods to get to the cold root of the black tree. As the snow melted and the ground warmed up, I will have to dig deeper to get what I ne
MagnusThe widow that was staying at the large manor house was willing to take us both, and we took advantage of her offer. She’s on her hands and knees between us. I have her hair fisted in my hair as I fuck her mouth. Bjorn is behind her, drilling into her wet cunt.I feel the beast stir in the b
IslaSomething wakes me.False dawn has not even broken, but something is prodding me awake. I have felt this before. A burning pain is radiating from the mark on my arm. Reaching for the salve, I feel the other sensation.There is no other way to describe it. Claws are poking around at my mind. Th







