*Soleil* I sit on the bed for a long time. After having slept the fight against the hamram and the trip to the lake with the body just seems like one of my dreams about the monsters. If I get up and walk out the door, will it turn into reality then ? The School, Davina, hormones and boys, those are all real, but the things out there… I can't even find a word to describe it. If that is reality now, if I have to kill werewolves and dump their bodies, how long can I remain Soleil then ? How can I hang with Davina and talk about boys and parties, when a monster can emerge around every corner ? And what about my mother ? How can I go back and live with her, knowing that me being there brings her life in danger too ?  Meeting Tjalfe has convinced me that this is what I want to do. But when I saw the young man lying dead on the ground I realised what the choice will truly mean. It was a coincidence that it ha

 *Davina* I am just about ready to get out of the water, when the door finally opens and Lefu steps in. I catch my breath and stare as hypnotized at him. He has lost the jacket and shirt and is only wearing a thin undershirt, pulled halfway out of his pants. His muscles are sinew and well marked over his shoulder and down his arms. His body is a bit wider at the chest area, but otherwise slim. My eyes reach his face and I gasp when I see him looking at me.  With a smile he disappears for a moment back into the bedroom, only to return with a chair and sit down next to the tub.  "I was actually about to get up. The water has turned kind of cold". I look away, a bit embarrassed that he is just looking at me like that.  "It ran a little longer than expected. I am sorry about that". He says softly, pushing a button on the wall next to the tub.

 *Soleil* I walk directly to the sink with the fish, trying to find a way to start this conversation, a way to save myself for a serious telling of. Siri is sitting alone at the table, plucking dry flowers off their stems.  "I caught some fish for dinner". I try and look at Siri. "Well kind of".  Siri doesn't answer or look up from her work. And for every second I feel worse and worse about what I did.  "Grab some rubber gloves and come over here, I could use a hand with this". She finally says.  I breathe a sigh of relief and quickly open a cabinet pulling out some rubber gloves. Then I go to sit down, pulling them on.  "Watch out you don't breathe in too much of the flowers; they are quite poisonous". Siri picks up one of the plants, showing me how to pull off the dr

 *Soleil* For the first time since I arrived in Scotland I dream. But this is a brand new dream. It is everything mixed together. Warm hazel eyes and a beautiful smile are mixed up with wolves howling. Fairies and trolls show up, twirling me around and beautiful elves try to get me to follow them.  A person wearing a vǫlva cape and having a staff in her hand steps up next to me. She turns to look at me … it is me, or me as I can become if I follow that road, the vǫlva me starts to walk. I take a step after the other me, but stops.  Behind me the warm eyes have turned into Luca, he is standing on the edge of the forest, reaching for me. Ecstatic I run towards him, wanting to throw myself into his open arms. But for every step I move away from my other self, I feel loss and sorrow. I stop again, caught between the two roads I can take. None of them wants to follow me in

 *Soleil* "Here". Gudrun hands me a small drawstring bag made from rabbit fur. "I made it for you".  Carefully I open it, pulling out a white piece of fabric. It is a rune cloth like the one Gudrun has. I look at her with surprise. "Is this for me ?"  She nods, looking very excited. "You need one for Your runes… you need to make them first though". Then she starts teaching me about the 24 different runes, all taken from the old Nordic alphabet the futhark. How they are separated in 3 different houses and what the different ones represent.  After almost an hour Gudrun looks at me. "Are you with me so far ?"  "Yeah I think so... all those choices and paths, it kind of like with us right…our path, our choices and the things we have to go through to become a vǫlva