The Complete Fenris Series by MacLeod Samantha

Author:MacLeod, Samantha [MacLeod, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Vestal Valley Press
Published: 2019-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

FENRIS RETURNED LATE, long after I’d crawled beneath the furs and let myself sink into the cloud of the feather mattress my husband had stolen for me in what felt like another life. The rustle and hiss of his movement woke me, and I opened my eyes to watch his silhouette in the waning moonlight. Fenris stood to remove Týr’s bag from its spot on the rock wall, then pulled out the venison I’d smoked that morning. I watched as he ate, my hungry eyes tracing the lean curves of his naked body.

Stars! I felt I could spend my entire life staring at him, and still, I wouldn’t have enough. My sigh of appreciation must have reached his ears because he turned to face me. In the darkness, I couldn’t quite make out his expression.

“Are you well?” he asked.

I stretched and kicked the furs off my bare legs. “No,” I pouted.

His head tilted to the side.

“It’s cold in here, with no one to warm the furs.”

Fenris’s shoulders dropped; I immediately regretted my words.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m still looking for a good place. It’s just so damned cold in the mountains right now. I shift out of the wolf’s body, and I can’t imagine holding a baby up there, with all the snow—”

His voice cut off abruptly, and his entire body changed. One moment he was slumped before me, resigned and exhausted. The next he was on his feet at the entrance to our cave, tensed to pounce.

“Shhhhh,” he hissed, although I’d hardly had the time to open my mouth. “We’re not alone.”

I held my breath, listening with every fiber of my being. I heard nothing but the slow thud of my own heart and the distant rattle of the stream over rocks.

Then the voice came, so clear and strong even I could make it out.

“Fenris.”

My blood felt like it had turned to ice, and my first, shameful instinct was to pull the furs over my head as if I were a child hiding from nightmares. Fenris spun his body, blocking the entrance to the cave.

“Fenris!” The voice echoed again through the moonlit darkness.

“Is—Is it Týr?” I whispered although I knew better.

Fenris shook his head. Then he exhaled, long and slow.

“Come with me,” he said, no longer making any attempt to lower his voice.

My fists clenched around the furs pulled to my chin. “W-with you?”

Fenris pulled himself up. “You’re safest with me. If you stay here, you could be ambushed. Even if it only took me a second to reach you...”

His words trailed off, and the cold silver of swords flashed in my mind. Yes, even a second was long enough to cut my throat. I stood without a word, pulled on the tattered dress I’d worn when Fenris rescued me from Nøkkyn’s courtyard and followed my husband out of our safe haven.

Something black streaked across the moonlit sky. The raven; it had to be the raven. But ravens did not fly at night, while this dark creature circled above our heads on massive, silent wings.

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