บททั้งหมดของ Berserker: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Brand awoke with a startling sense of déjà-vu. He was face down in sand and a large fur boot lay in his field of vision as he blinked. Faen! This time when he tried to push up, however, his arms would not cooperate. Iron manacles were locked around his wrists. Heavy chains rattled behind him as he struggled to turn over. He felt the pinch of the blade and smelled the coppery tang of blood as a rivulet ran down his neck. He froze, panting."So, The Destroyer has awoken!" Magnus' voice boomed over the crashing of the waves, mocking him. Brand heard the mumbling and shifting of a crowd. He said a silent prayer to the gods that Astrid and Ulfhild had somehow escaped."Get him up," the Chieftain commanded, and the now familiar giant hand grasped his upper arm and yanked him to his feet. He glared at Sigurd as he spat sand from his mouth. The man smirked at him, and Brand's wolf snarled. This time, he didn't try to mask the sound and was rewarded with a look of uncertainty crossing the gian

Wyoming - Present Day"Oh my God! Make them stop, Brodi! They're going to wake up the baby!" Liv whisper-yelled in her husband's ear as someone pounded on their bedroom door."What time is it?" Brodi groaned, sitting up sluggishly and wiping sleep from his eyes."Three am. Now hurry!" Liv pushed at his hulking form to encourage his movement.Faen! His son had only fallen asleep a little over an hour ago. The pounding came again."Hurry!" Liv hissed beside him. A faint noise from the cradle beside the bed galvanized him into action. Throwing back the covers, he raced to the door without bothering to grab clothes and cracked the door open."The entire forest better be on fire," Brodi growled. Kelda, his shaman, and Gunnar, his youngest brother, stood in front of him, their eyes wild."I'm sorry, Brother, but you must come. It's…""The Yggdrasil has awakened, Alpha," interrupted Kelda, her moss green eyes flashing. "We need to go.""What?" Brodi asked in confusion. "What do you mean 'aw

Brodi collapsed in the worn leather armchair next to his bed. He'd been up for more than twenty-four hours without more than a moment to grab a bite or down a glass of water. Between trying to help triage and transport the wounded, finding places for everyone to sleep, and coordinating runs to buy groceries and other supplies that they needed, he was exhausted. They were ill-prepared for the unexpected influx of ancient peoples who had shown up on his doorstep. Who could be prepared for something like this? There were 397 souls at last count, but he was still not sure if that was completely accurate. A small smile tugged at his lips, despite his fatigue, at the sight of Liv nursing his son on their bed. It was a vision he never tired of. "I'm sorry I was not here to help last night," he said, toeing off his boots and groaning in relief. He couldn't remember a time when his muscles had ached so much, not even when he was battling warring tribes with broadswords, axes, and spears back

Having been dragged from her stupor, Ulfhild found her mind restless once the other women had left. She fought down feelings of panic as she ran her hands through Brand's hair. "Please wake up, min ulv, and speak to me. You promised to be here for me in this place. I don't understand any of it. Please, please come back to me," she begged, but he continued to lie just as still as he had been since they had arrived.Ulfhild sighed heavily and looked around the room for the first time, trying to distract herself. It was a large and masculine space. The fabric hanging over the windows was a dark green color and matched the coverlet on the massive bed she sat upon. There were two large armchairs in front of a fireplace that she thought were covered in a very fine leather. The room was warm though the logs weren't lit. Could it be summer here? Ulfhild tried to recall what her surroundings had looked like when she was brought to this dwelling but could not remember anything but Brand's blood

The first thing he became aware of was the smell. He knew that scent. Something like honeysuckle and…summer? Wait. Yes, that was it. The best fragrance in the world – his mate. But it was strange. Overlaid with some kind of sweet, tropical kind of smell he didn't recognize. No, that wasn't right. He did recognize it. Kind of. What was it? He groaned with the effort of trying to focus his thoughts. He coughed and his back burned like fire. And why was his throat so dry? It felt like he had been swallowing sand. He tried to unstick his tongue from the top of his mouth, but it was so much effort. Then he became aware of an oh so familiar voice in his ear."Min elskede! Jeg er her. Jeg er her, (My beloved! I am here. I am here,)" the sweet voice said, lips placing a kiss on his palm and then pulling it to a soft cheek.His mate. He sighed at the sound. She was with him. Another thought drifted across his mind and had his heart starting to thump wildly in his chest. Was she safe? She soun