My own wolf stirred along with my anger. I wanted to touch her, to try and comfort her, but her stiff shoulders warned me against it. “My deepest condolences for your senseless loss. Our kind are not like that, not at all. In fact, varúlfur are from every race. Many Icelandic varúlfur are of African descent.”
Her brows rose. “How’s that?”
“Their ancestors were slaves that our ancestors stole or acquired, then freed, and they were bitten in by one of us. Varúlfur do not discriminate based on skin color, just like wolves do not discriminate based on coat color.”
“Interesting.” The impressed tone of her voice gave me hope that she might be starting to accept us a little at least.
She began walking off the path into the shade of the trees. Birds sang a piercing siren song overhead as she passed beneath them. Something about her stance and demeanor became almost trancelike again. She stopped next to a waist-high boulder with a flat top that was set within a hundred-foot circle edged by twenty-four spruce trees, each nearly a hundred feet tall. Her fingers trailed over the knotwork carved into the concave surface of the boulder, touched the dried lavender piled in the center. It was as though she felt the power of this place. But that should not have been possible, not before she was through the verða.
“You can feel that?” I asked.
“Yes…” Her voice trailed off, gaze turning to the trees.
The circle we stood within was so big that sunlight poured down upon Sonya despite the long boughs that stretched out. The limbs did not start until eight feet or so up the trunks. Those trunks drew her attention. The scars of old carvings marked each of them. She started toward one.
“This is amazing,” she murmured.
Amazing about summed it up—her and whatever drew her to this place that is, not the crude carvings my father and I had done over twenty years ago. I remained a step behind her, feeling as though we were tethered together. Disturbing as that was, I could not question it or stop. I tried, oh how I tried.
Flaky bits of brown bark surrounded the raised edges of a scar in the rough shape of an S. She ran her fingers over it, slowly, reverently. I stopped several feet away, not wanting to interrupt such an important moment.
“You are drawn to the Sowilo. Interesting,” I murmured. Maybe she really was starting to accept what she was.
Pulling her hand slowly from the tree, she turned to me. “I don’t remember what it means.”
I lifted my head in the direction of the tree she hovered near. “The Sowilo is the Norse rune for an elemental force, or a cleansing power. It signifies a deep connection between one’s unconscious and higher self.”
When she did not scoff or roll her eyes, a breath eased from me—taking the tension that had been building with it. Telling someone you housed obscure beliefs was one thing, exposing some of the details of those beliefs and not having them judge you was another altogether.
“These are all the runes, aren’t they?”
My arm swept out to indicate the circle of trees. “They are. When my parents found out they were going to have a baby, they had these trees shipped over special from the old country. My dad and I carved the runes into the trees when I was ten years old.”
Her eyes sparkled with fascination. “Why?”
I looked up into the trees, enjoying the feeling of their pull, and half hoping they might shield me from her scrutiny. “To create our own place of power.”
“Place of power? And what is that exactly?”
Though no judgment or doubt colored her tone, worry still nagged at me. But I could not stop now. I had promised not to keep things from her. “In certain places the power of the Earth intensifies, becomes concentrated, if you will. For varúlfur, such places become places of renewal, healing, and recharging. And, many say, these places can become gateways to the other eight worlds.”
Fascination lit up her eyes, filling me with encouragement. She gestured toward the next tree. “Remind me what they all mean.”
Grinning, I grabbed hold of her hand and led her to the next tree. The warmth seeping off her smooth skin and into me distracted me so completely I had to take a moment to gather my words. I described what the arrow-shaped rune meant, but all I could concentrate on was the way she licked her lips as she watched my own. We moved from one tree to the next, the next, and the next. She followed the tug of my hand, and I was grateful she never let go but dreaded what that meant. When we reached the rune shaped like a trident, I leaned over her too much and my chest brushed against her arm. The sensation sent a hot trail of sparks all the way down to my groin.
Forcefully, I turned my thoughts to anything but her. The trees, the birds singing overhead, to the history of the rune. What did it mean? Oh yes, Algiz, protection, shield. That worked for all of a moment before the sound of her voice responding sent blood to my groin. The most delicious part was, I knew from her heavy breathing and the way she pressed closer than necessary that I had the same effect on her. My hand slid lower on her back, just above the swell of her ass. The brush of her waistband tempted me to go lower. Her tongue darted out and licked a line across her upper lip. Her breathing quickened, making me hard as iron. Yet I did not sense her wolf rise up. Impressive. She brushed against my arm and I felt her nipple standing at attention. Too much more of this play and I would be overly aroused, which, with her new heightened senses, she would likely smell.
Term papers! My mind retreated to the most boring term paper I had graded that I could think of. After I reached the outline I had myself under control. Dammit, I could not allow her to affect me so. The stakes were too high. If I did not make light of this quickly and discourage her, things might progress to a dangerous point of distraction.
“Well done,” I said.
“What?”
I caressed the back of her hand. “Suppressing your desire.”
She jerked her hand from mine and took a half step back. “Excuse me?”
Damn. That had been too much. I held my hands up. “Sorry, but with the promise you have shown today, I could not resist testing you a bit.” A poor excuse, and a lie, but a small one. Or so I tried to tell myself.
Despite the cute upturn of one corner of her mouth, anger burned in her eyes. “Promise? What the hell are you talking about?”
For a moment I leaned forward, but then gathered my control and leaned back against the tree instead. “You were drawn to this place, you felt its power. Most varúlfur would not be able to do that until they had shifted for the first time.”
“I happened across it.”
“No, you walked straight to it. There is something special about you…” My voice trailed off as my gaze traveled up her body. “I am not sure what it is yet. But I think it is why Raul chose you.”
She stiffened, fangs extending. “Yeah, well, you ‘testing’ my control by flirting with me isn’t much different than him choosing me for the wrong reasons. Just another man with an agenda.”
She spun away and began to storm off. In two quick steps I caught up to her and gently gripped her arm. She stopped, but did not turn. It was one thing to discourage her, but I did not want her upset—and not just because it might force her to shift.
“I am sorry, Sonya. I did not mean to offend you. Everything I am doing here is for your sake, not my own. I promise.”
After a moment, she turned toward me. I did not let go of her arm, but I was hoping by the look on my face, she would know it had nothing to do with testing her.
“How do I know that for sure? You’re virtually a stranger to me.”
“I was chosen to be your kennari because I am neutral.” My eyes dropped to my feet. I really did not want to tell her the next part, but after how I had botched things up, I did not see a way around it. “I have no pack.”
“Is that strange, to have no pack?”
She sounded like she did not consider that a bad thing. Which made me want to kiss her. The desire made me feel like possibly the worst kennari in varúlfur his
tory. It was a very good thing the Council could not read my thoughts. I was a history teacher, dammit, I should be used to this role. No student had ever affected me this way. The Council would have my head if they knew what was going on inside of it.
“Extremely. Both humans and varúlfur are pack animals.”
A delicious humming noise came from her. “Explain how flirting with me tests me.”
Not the smoothest change of subject, but I was not about to complain. There were some things I was not ready to tell her. Helheimr, I may never be.
“Before you shift you need to be in control of your emotions because they trigger instincts. If you lose yourself in instincts, well, then you have lost yourself. We will focus on your strongest emotion, the one that you find hardest to control, and master it.”
“And how will you go about teaching me to control these things?” There was a teasing note to the suspicion in her tone.
Keeping my expression blank as possible, I tried to look like her flirting did not affect me. “We will start with meditation.”
She nodded. “Makes sense.”
My eyes widened. “Really? No arguing about getting down to the real learning?” Considering how eager she was, I had thought meditation would be too slow for her.
“Nope. It makes sense that I would need to be able to control my breathing and focus first.”
“You sound like you are no stranger to meditation.”
“Like I said, my dad tried to teach me the art of glíma. Just because I wasn’t good at it doesn’t mean I didn’t listen.”
My mouth dropped open. The humility, the intelligence… This woman kept surprising me. I could have sworn I saw what looked like a thrill of victory shoot through her eyes. The mischievous grin she tried to hide made me think she was beginning to enjoy shocking me. If only I was not enjoying it so much. Thinking of how very much was at stake, particularly for her, I forced my expression to go blank.
“Good. That will make this a little easier on you. How about running?” I asked.
“Running?”
A smile slipped through before I could stop it. “Do you enjoy running?”
Shoulders rising in a half shrug, she cast her gaze to the path. “I used to do it for exercise when I started college, but I can’t say I ever really enjoyed it.”
I stepped out of my shoes while my fingers reached for the hem of my shirt. “You might be surprised to find that has changed. Shall we test it out?”
Looking down at her hiking shoes and jeans, she shrugged. “Sure.”
With her eyes heavy upon me, I undid the buttons on my shirt as quickly as I could, giving her just a flash of my chest and tattoos. As I started to turn away, her eyes caught on my pendant—three interlacing triangles hanging on a steel and glass beaded chain. Odin’s symbol. No judgment or surprise hid in her expression, only curiosity. The reaction thrilled me and I really did not want it to.
Under the guise of stretching, she bent over and let her hair fall down to obscure her face. Through the ebony curtain I felt her gaping at me. Her heart picked up a fast rhythm, but her breathing stayed controlled. Already she was getting better at this. Pride swelled in me. I let my own gaze travel to the nice curve of her ass as she stretched. The swelling of pride moved from internal to somewhere very external.
Part of me wanted badly to believe the thing I felt growing between us would not interfere with her verða. But I could not give in, could not take that chance. I had to remind myself that almost half of new varúlfur went mad. One-third odds were nothing to play around with.
Clearing my throat, I shook my head. “If at any time you start to feel out of control, just let me know and we will stop.” My voice had dropped an octave and become husky. Dammit, now who needed to work on their control? I could not allow such distraction right now. With the full moon growing ever closer, I knew her instinct to hunt and kill would be growing stronger with its approach.
It must have affected her because I felt her wolf stir much like the pressure before a storm. She breathed deep and it settled back down. Acting as if nothing had happened, she pulled a hairband from her pocket, put her hair up in a ponytail, and gave me a drop-dead-sexy look.
“Let’s go then.” She took off before the last word crossed her lips.
I settled in and let her pick the pace. The wolf inside thrilled at running with her. It urged me to go all out, but I resisted. Good as the wildness felt, I could not expect her to show control if I did not. And control was the vital element she had to learn. I concentrated on my breathing and the sensation of oxygenated blood pumping through my veins. Moments later our feet were gliding across the needle-strewn path. It gave way like a cushion beneath my toes. My tough skin assured I did not even feel the needles. We ran and ran, continuing long after Sonya thought she should have tired. She remarked upon how surprised she was that she did not become winded, and her legs did not tire. Then she remarked upon the very ability to be able to make remarks without breathing hard after running for so long. She made me laugh. It had been a long, long time since anyone had been able to do that.
We followed the path that stretched around the edge of the lake framed by hills covered in evergreens, across a foot bridge spanning a crystal-clear creek, and back around to where we had started. When I stopped to put my shoes back on, Sonya buzzed with so much energy she could hardly stand still. It was so cute I could hardly stand it.
“That was amazing, I’m not even winded. How is that possible? That had to be like five miles,” she said.
I slung my shirt over my shoulder and walked back to her, trying to act like I did not want to rub my skin all over hers and lick her in hidden places. How could she affect me so powerfully when no one else had been able to even stir my interest in years?
“One of the perks of being a varúlfur is great stamina,” I said as I fell into step beside her.
The gleam in her widening eyes told me the double implication of my statement did not escape her. I let the flirting drop. Helheimr, I should not have said that much. Together we returned to the path and walked back toward the house. Sonya literally bounced on the balls of her feet.
“How long can I run before tiring?”
“After the verða, days.”
That stopped her in her tracks. I kept walking, needing desperately to look at anything but her. A moment later she bounced into a slight skip to catch up to me. “Seriously? Can we test it out?”
I gave her a hard look. “Not yet. In a very short time you will be starving again and, as you discovered, that can come on rather suddenly.” Not to mention any more might trigger her desire to hunt, which would in turn trigger her need to shift. I could not allow things to progress to that before she was ready.
Her legs stretched out into a long, swift stride. “Tell me more about the runes.”
With the eagerness only a teacher could possess, I did as she asked. All the way back to the house we chatted about what the different runes meant, written both normally and inverted, how they were cast like tarot cards by some to see the future (though Sonya interrupted with skeptical questions on that one), how they were used in language, and on and on. She was a bottomless pit of them, but I liked that about her.
When the house came into view she had finally managed to slow to a walk. I opened the front door for her and stepped aside. My eyes traveled over her curves when she walked past, lingering on her backside when she could no longer see me. The woman was downright intoxicating. I had to get away from her and collect myself.
“You can hit the shower if you would like. I will get lunch started for us.”
She placed a hand upon her shapely hip. “Why, Tyler, are you saying I smell?”
Eyes squeezing closed, I cringed. “My uncle was the only one who called me that.”
The widening of her eyes told me she caught the past tense part. Her features softened into sympathy. My pain melted as I leaned in close, drawn to her. Nearly touching her hair, I breathed in deep. �
��And yes, you do smell incredibly sexy. Which is why you need to shower.” A mistake? Probably. But I could not handle her asking about my uncle. Not yet.
Letting my varúlfur speed drive me, I withdrew quick as I could, stirring her hair as I left, which only served to pull her scent after me. One moment I stood beside her, the next I was ascending the stairs to the loft all the way across the room. The distance was not nearly enough, though. I needed to get a door between us. Something about this woman completely undid my restraint. Considering I was supposed to be teaching her restraint, it was going to make for a very long couple of weeks.
And if she did not make it… I could not think that way. She had to make it.
Chapter Eleven
Sonya
Left in shock by his words, I couldn’t even formulate a snappy comeback. The attraction being mutual came as no comfort. If anything, it could make it harder for me to keep my distance. But only if I let it, and I had no intention of doing that. After Raul, I wasn’t about to jump into anything again so soon—if ever again. Clearly my attraction to men was not to be trusted. I had to be able to stand on my own two feet—or four for that matter—through this. I still didn’t know whom I could trust in this strange new world, if anyone. Then there was the whole possibility of going insane and being put down. As if this wasn’t bad enough already.
Tearing my eyes from Ty’s impressive half-naked retreating physique, I started for my room. I desperately needed to wash that image from my mind. From my bag, I grabbed what clean clothes I had left. I made it halfway across the room before I realized I hadn’t even tried to lock the door. Something about Ty made me drop my defenses, and I didn’t like that. Or so I tried to convince myself.
Like the house, the bathroom had a modern look to it with more glass and travertine than wood and leather. Decorated in white, cream, and shades of beige, it was easy on the eyes. A huge mirror spanned one wall, along which ran a counter that looked to be of solid frosted glass, with a colorful blue and green hand-blown glass sink perched atop. The surprisingly large room opened up with more open floor space than I could imagine any practical use for in a bathroom. The guy had fantastic taste on top of being gorgeous, thoughtful, and successful. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find a flaw in him.
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