“When I saw you that first time walking with that girl,” he took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving her, “Something… I wanted to run away and I wanted to run to you, I can’t explain it, I just wanted to be near you.”
She was inches from him. His head was tilted down to look at her, her eyes were tilted up to him, her mouth slightly open.
“I… I feel so strange Thor. Why do I feel this way, why did you bite me, how do you do, what it is you do?”
She let him pull her to him, their skin touched and it was like fire. Her heart pounded in her ears, she put her arms around him. She closed her eyes and felt his lips on hers. She let him in. His tongue brushed against her lips, gently opening them; she wasn’t sure what she was doing, she just felt a burning desire to be with him.
His kiss broke any resistance she had. She ran her hands over his back; he pulled her dress down. Their tongues intertwined as her hands explored him. Her stomach clenched in knots, her thighs quivered and her heart pounded. In a distant part of her mind, she wondered if this were right, if she could stop. His kisses left hot trails down her neck to her breasts. He gently sucked one nipple into his mouth.
“Oh god,” she moaned, she’d never felt this way, not even with Cesan whom she thought she loved. Only now did she understand what true love felt like. He backed her against a lichen-covered tree and lifted her up. She put her hands around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Once we do this, there’s no going back,” he said between breaths. Her skin burned with pleasure wherever she touched him, her nipples ached to be in his mouth and her loins trembled with desire.
She leaned forward with her mouth open to capture his, it was all the answer he needed. He was rock hard and he pushed it against her pussy. She moaned into his mouth as he entered her. Her mind exploded as the desire to be filled by him became all encompassing. She squirmed as he pushed past her maidenhood. Pain split her awareness for a brief second and made her question her actions. Only for a second though; the pleasure was back and she rocked her hips forward to force herself down completely. She felt his manhood fill her, then he slowly pulled out and pushed back in.
She opened her mouth to speak but only whimpers came out. He rammed himself into her faster and faster, she felt her insides building to something but she didn’t know what. His hands cupped her tits and squeezed her nipples, electricity connected his cock to her breasts, and she screamed.
Her back arched and her thighs clenched together to hold him in place, to never let him go. He grunted and she felt his shaft twitch. Heat, unlike she had ever felt before, exploded inside her. She moaned, writhed, and panted as he came. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her vision faded as she lost consciousness.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her eyes gently fluttered open, it was light, but not bright. She was warm, something large and heavy leaned against her back. She focused her vision and she could see the bare arm of Thor draped over her chest, her right breast held tenderly in his hand.
The memory of their lovemaking flooded her brain. She relived it, each moment from the first kiss until they fell asleep after what seemed like hours of rutting. His now limp cock rested on her ass, his arms enfolded her and pulled her into his chest. She was completely his. She smiled, happy for the first time in memory.
Gently, she moved one hand, then the other from around her. They lay on a skin in a cave. She wasn’t sure when they got there, he may have carried her there after she passed out. Once out from under him, she looked around. There was a water flask in the corner. She could hear the sounds of running water somewhere distant. Only then did she realize how thirsty she was.
She downed the flask in one long gulp. She pushed her matted blond hair aside and tried to put it in some form of braid. Her mouth felt like sandpaper, she took the flask and went in search of the sound of running water. She found it. The small stream trickled through the cave. She put the waterskin to it and tried to fill it up.
She couldn’t wait; she put her mouth to the rock wall and drank it from the source.
“It won’t help, not the first time. The first time’s always the hardest,” Thor said from behind her.
She jumped and spun around, putting her back to the wall, and her hands over her body.
“What’s happening to me?”
She squirmed on the ground; something inside of her felt like it was trying to get out. Her skin itched, her hair hurt.
“What did you do to me?”
“It’s your birthright, hjarta, like mine, and your mother's,” he said. “I’m sorry, it’s going to hurt so much.”
Her gut clenched and she bit back a scream of pain. “What’s happening?”
“I bit you because it’s what your mother wanted. She wanted you to be part of our clan, the clan of the wolf. It’s what you’re becoming now.”
He knelt down beside her. He placed his hands gently on her face. They were cool to the touch and very soothing. She swooned a little and leaned into him. He guided her head down to rest in his lap.
“This will be the only time it hurts, I promise,” he whispered as he stroked her hair.
She kicked her legs out in a spasm, she grunted through the pain and clasped her hands together. “God, it hurts so bad, make it stop,” she gasped.
“Don’t fight it Mackenzie, go with it. Fighting it makes it hurt more,” he whispered to her.
She screamed as loud as she ever had. Her ears rang from her screams. Her skin felt like ice and her insides were on fire. She closed her eyes and tried to push the pain down, but it wouldn’t go away. Agony blossomed in her arm, she looked down and watched as the bone cracked, the skin tore and wolfs’ limb formed from the remains.
She screamed again, this time, it sounded more like a howl. Her vision dimmed into a tunnel, everything turned red. She looked to Thor, but his change took him and he couldn’t speak to her, he was caught between being a man and a wolf.
In that moment, she felt tremendously alone. Not only had she just committed herself to this man she didn’t know, she was turning into some sort of monster, and doing it without even the comforting words of this man she couldn’t help but love.
What am I?
Her breath evened out and the pain faded. She tried to stand but she wobbled in place. Her vision was narrow, more defined, but it felt claustrophobic. She looked down to her hands and only saw paws covered in gray and black fur.
Unsteady, she took a step and immediately fell. Thor was there next to her; he nuzzled her chin, his warm breath flowed over her. She could smell him, she could smell everything, the rabbit outside, the birds in the trees, she could smell her human self that had been there the moment before.
With his help, she stood. He leaned against her as she trotted forward. It was uneasy, her mind kept trying to walk like a person. She couldn’t though. Her first few steps built her confidence and she took a few more. She grinned, the memory of how to walk as a human faded and her wolfish instincts kicked in.
That’s right, don’t fight it, let me help you.
Who are you?
You may call me Freya, I’m your wolf side, your animal side.
You’re inside me?
In a sense. The voice in her head sounded feminine and strong.
We are drawn together, without me, you would be just be a wolf when changed, but together we can be so much more.
But, who are you?
A spirit, if you like; a spirit of your ancestors who, like you, were also wolves.
Can you tell me what to do?
No, but I can guide you, like this.
Suddenly images flooded into her mind, of how to run, to sprint, to hunt; she knew it all. She braced her legs and sprinted, not stopping to see if Thor could keep up with her. The feeling of freedom was immediate. The trees rushed by, the sun glittering through the tops like a far away jewel. The ground broke into a ravine and she lunged to the top of it, clearing twenty feet like it was two.
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This is incredible. How?
The gods gifted our lineage long ago. It’s our blessing and curse.
She looked around and found Thor not far behind her. A thought flew across her mind and she acted. Large lungs sucked in air and she charged. She caught him in mid stride and they both rolled over several time to land in a heap. He nipped at her thighs, she at his face.
I feel so free, like I could do anything.
Beware, while you are stronger, faster, and you’ll heal, you can die, don’t be foolish with your gift.
Suddenly, Mackenzie felt the presence disappear; she didn’t know how she knew she was gone, she just was.
Thor stalked through the woods looking for prey. Mackenzie trailed behind him marveling at how effortlessly she could move without making a sound. They came upon a buck; its back was to them, its head in the air. Mackenzie could see it in several different ways. With her eyes, it had a sense of hyper-reality, everything was in distinct detail, almost as if she could only see the buck. With her nose, she could sense it, where it was, where it had been. She could feel the way the wind was blowing against her fur; she felt more alive in that moment, than the entire sixteen years before.
Thor leapt, the buck bleated a warning but Thor already had his jaws around the buck’s neck. Mackenzie smelled the blood in the air and her stomach growled, echoed by the one from her mouth. She charged forward and sank her fangs deep into the buck’s haunches.
The glorious flavor of warm blood and meat combined with the thrill of the kill ignited a passion inside of her she didn’t know she was capable of.
The buck lasted only a minute against them. Before its hearts beat its last, the two wolves gnawed and tore at the flesh, ripping the meat from its bones and cracking them to get at the marrow. Once the buck was nothing but a husk, the two wolves trotted over to a tree and lay together in the sun. Mackenzie felt a satisfaction in her soul that she never knew possible.
Slowly, as her eyes drifted toward close, she felt something change in her; the wolf receded, and in a brief span, the beast was gone, and only the girl remained. Thor wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her to him. She sighed as his hands found their way to her breasts. He pinched her nipples to hardness. She lifted her arm to run her fingers through his hair as he spread her legs with his own.
He kissed her neck and shoulders prompting a moan from her. Her breasts tingled and her pussy was moist from need. “Again, lets do it again,” she begged. “I want to feel it again,” she moaned breathlessly. He moved his cock to her entrance, she could feel it resting against her moist nether. She ached for him to be in her, she arched her back, and pushed back with her hips until his head entered her. “Oh god,” she groaned as he penetrated her.
They quickly found their rhythm. The forest was filled with their grunts and groans and cries of ecstasy. Mackenzie held onto his hair as he slammed into her, his body building toward an epic release.
“Oh god yes, I’m almost there, don’t stop,” she grunted.
Thor groaned a reply as he slammed his hips into her as hard as he could, burying himself deep into her. He came with a cry of pleasure moments before she did. For a long moment, they lay in each other’s arms. Mackenzie felt his seed inside her, on her thighs, on her ass as he pulled out. He rubbed her arms with his hands, and planted soft kisses on her neck.
“Is this my life now? Because this is much better than the one you rescued me from,” she said as she rolled over to face him.
“I didn’t expect to find my hjarta in you, Mackenzie, I’m not sure what we do next.”
His sudden openness, and tender words brought tears to her eyes. “What is hjarta? Is it love?”
He opened his mouth, then stopped, and opened it again to speak. After a brief pause, he finally found his words. “Among our people, the wolves choose our mates, not us. We never know who it is, or when; you could go your whole life and not meet your hjarta.”
Mackenzie nodded. “It’s like a soul mate then?”
“More like pack mate, since we are a clan as people, but a pack as wolves. Did you meet yours? Who was it?” he asked. She could tell he was eager to know, but he hid it well.
“She said her name was Freya.”
Thor rolled away and was on his feet in an instant, his eyes bore into her.
“That cannot be, tell me you misunderstood her name!” His shout scared the birds and frightened Mackenzie. She suddenly became all too aware of her nakedness.
“Thor, what’s going on?”
“Tell me that’s not the name she gave you, tell me it’s something else,” he went from anger to almost pleading with her.
“Why, who is she?”
“She brings nothing but death and destruction to those she bonds with, you will die Mackenzie, and in all likelihood, soon.”
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“But why,” she pleaded, “Why am I going to die?”
Thor was still angry as they marched through the woods. She was stark naked, but the cold didn’t bother her; he wore no clothes either. She felt that changing into a wolf had to be difficult on garments.
“She is a betrayer, a trickster, all of our wolves are known for something. Mine is Baldur, the protector; he honors me with knowledge of tracking, fighting and battle. Freya,” he almost spat the name out, “is the queen of chaos, every time she has bonded with a girl in our clan, it has led to war and death.”
“Can she influence me if I don’t change?”
Thor turned on her and gripped her arms in his hands. “Listen to me Mackenzie, there are times where we must change. If we’re too hurt, or if it's the full moon, we must change, and when we do, that’s when they help us. If you can avoid changing until we get home then perhaps we can find a way to save you.” He pulled her into a hug so tight she strained to breathe.
“Home? How can my da help us?”
“Not your old home,” he turned and pointed opposite the sun, “our home across the sea.”
“I want to see my da, make sure he’s okay. Kirkpatrick said that if anything happened to me he would raze the village.”
“I’m supposed to bring you back, girl, not stay here. Besides, those aren’t your people, I am.”
“Thor, listen, I can’t explain the way I feel about you. Just saying it out loud makes me want you next to me, but this is my da, the village I grew up in, my friends; I have to make sure they’re all right.”
“The sooner we’re back home, Mackenzie, the sooner we can figure out how to protect you from her. We can’t wait around here.”
Mackenzie took a breath and tried to think, she needed to see her da and her village. They were her family. Deirdre would be worried and scared, Cesan deserved to know so he could move on, and none of them deserved to die.
“Listen, Thor,” the edge in her voice made him take notice, “I’m not sure who ye are used to dealing with, but me da is in that village, and he is me family, so I’m going. You can wait here if you want, that’s your choice.” She spat out the last part, turned without waiting for a response and leapt into the woods. The change happened without her even thinking about it. She simply wanted to run, and she did.
She landed as the wolf, elegant and beautiful. She darted through the woods marveling at the sounds and smells, the whole other world that opened up to her; the air rushing by her fur as she ran, the feel of the ground against her paws.
He told you, didn’t he?
Freya was back in her thoughts. Mackenzie wondered if her other could tell what she was thinking or if it was like talking to a person.
Do you know what I’m thinking? Are ye me?
Not exactly. If your emotions are strong enough, I know. Like I can tell how much you love your da, how Thor makes you feel weak in the knees, that sort of thing.
Mackenzie still didn’t quite understand the hjarta that Thor spoke of, but the way he made her feel when he was close, it was like she couldn’t breath.
We mate for life, and part of our cu
rse is that we always know who our mate is, the moment we see them, though we don’t always find them.
How? Mackenzie asked as she ducked under a log, then without any effort at all, leapt ten feet over a pond. She could hear Thor behind her, beating the path with his paws.
It’s complicated girl, and we don’t have time. Thor told you about me, yes?
Mackenzie tried to keep the fear out of her thoughts, the fear of dying, or being driven mad.
He told me you killed everyone you bonded with.
She felt a sense of amusement, followed by a chuckle.
Thor’s a good lad but he has no sense of history. I don’t kill my chosen, I choose you because you are destined for greatness. You, Mackenzie, are very important, and I need you to trust me. If you do, you can save your village and your people.
Mackenzie’s emotions ran the gamut from fear of the prospect of dying, to joy at the idea she could save her people. Her bold words to Thor aside, she had no real idea what she could do to stop Kirkpatrick’s army from marching across her dun and killing everyone she loved.
Let’s say, for the moment, I trust ye, what would ye have me do?
Get to your home, get your mother's sword – you know the one?
In her mind Mackenzie nodded, and thought - since I was a little girl.
Get that first, then we’ll talk.
Just as suddenly as she appeared in her head, she was gone. Mackenzie put her focus back on the path. She only now realized that she hadn’t really known which way to go. But the wolf in her knew the way back to the dun and before the sun dipped below the eastern hills, she stood in the southern forest. She could see the dun not a mile away.
She resisted the urge to revert. If she were to sneak into the dun and get her sword, she would need to be the wolf for that, at least to get to it. Sneaking into her home, that she could do with her eyes closed!
Thor was next to her. He let out a low growl and motioned his head to the west. Mackenzie ignored him. She crossed the small field with tall grass that pushed up against the dun. She knew this part to be the most dangerous; guards on the parapets would be keeping an eye out for bandits and raiders and while she could move through the grass like a snake, anyone from above would be able to see her.
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