by Jane Godman
Wilder shook his head in an attempt to clear it. “And you two are . . . ?” He looked at where Gunnar’s hand rested on Angrboda’s knee.
“We became close when I was guarding Fenrir. We became estranged when I believed that Angrboda was helping Santin in his ambitions against the Arctics, and we haven’t seen each other since Santin was imprisoned.” Gunnar turned to look at the goddess. “Now that the brotherhood is complete once more, I can return and supervise Fenrir’s captivity once more.”
Angrboda nodded. “That would be most welcome.” The smile in her eyes as she looked at Gunnar contrasted with her formal tone.
“Hold on a minute.” Wilder sat up straighter in his chair. “The brotherhood is complete once more? This was a one-off, remember?”
“Was it?” Gunnar’s eyes probed his face. “Next time the brotherhood is needed, would you be happy to stay away?”
Gunnar was right. Damn him. Wilder was one of the team. There was no way he could walk away from the brotherhood now. His eyes narrowed. “You devious old bastard. You knew it would turn out this way all along, didn’t you?”
Gunnar laughed and looked at Jenny. “Admit it. That wasn’t the only thing I got right.”
Wilder turned to Jenny. “What do you say? Can you live with me being part of this?”
The mischievous smile he loved so much dawned. “I’m part of it, too. We’ll have a shared double life from now on.”
“So this is goodbye?” Wilder asked Gunnar in disbelief.
“It’s not like you don’t know where I am if you need me. And we managed okay last time we didn’t see each other for four hundred years.” Gunnar rose to his feet, drawing Jenny into a hug. “Let’s hope the world manages without us for another four hundred. If you are called upon sooner, might I suggest you share the burden of leadership? Decide at the start of each mission who is best qualified to take on the role of leader. Each of you has a unique skill and will undertake the task in his, or her, own way.”
There was a series of nose bumps and goodbyes before they made their way back into the snowy forest.
“That whole Gunnar and Angrboda thing, does anyone else find it icky? Like finding out your dad made out with your high school principal?” Samson looked around the group, seeking agreement. “No? Just me then?”
“You are such a dick sometimes.” Madden picked up a handful of snow and hurled it at Samson, who immediately retaliated.
Jenny turned away from them to Wilder. “Take me home. Back to what’s left of my house.” She smiled up at him. “Our house, if you want it to be.”
He caught hold of her by the front of her jacket, pulling her closer. “I do, but I want more than that. I want to make you Mrs. Wilder.”
Jenny nuzzled her face into his neck. “I’d like that.”
“There’s just one problem.” She lifted her head, a puzzled frown in her eyes. “Everyone at the faculty where I work already thinks I’m weird.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to where the snowball fight was getting out of hand. “What the hell are they going to think when they meet the groomsmen at our wedding?”
Epilogue
Beneath the great palace of Jotunheim, the mighty werewolf god Fenrir waited. They thought he slept. They believed the chain and the sword destroyed his dreams and made him docile. They were fools.
Time meant nothing to the gods. Fenrir could wait. He had come close this time, and he had made some interesting friendships during his period of freedom. Next time he would succeed. His enemies didn’t understand. Their puny minds could not comprehend his power.
The contempt Fenrir felt for Odin’s creation, those creatures called humans, only increased on closer acquaintance. But the werewolves, his own kind, they were the ones on whom Fenrir’s thoughts focused. They were the ones who had dared to oppose him. They had laid hands on him. They were the ones who would be the objects of his revenge. Next time . . .
About the Author
Jane Godman writes paranormal romance for Harlequin Nocturne and SMP Swerve, thrillers for Harlequin Romantic Suspense, and steamy historical romance for Samhain Publishing.
Jane lives in Cheshire, England, is married to a lovely man and is mum to two grown up children. When not writing, Jane loves to travel to European cities that are steeped in history.
You can sign up for email updates here.
Thank you for buying this Swerve ebook.
To receive special offers, bonus content, and info on new releases and other great reads, sign up for our newsletters.
Or visit us online at us.macmillan.com/newslettersignup
For email updates on the author, click here.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
About the Author
Copyright Page
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
ICE WOLF. Copyright © 2017 by Jane Godman. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
Jacket photograph: man © CURAphotography/Shutterstock.com
The Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available upon request.
e-ISBN 9781250119964
First Edition: March 2017
Our eBooks may be purchased in bulk for promotional, educational, or business use. Please contact the Macmillan Corporate and Premium Sales Department at 1-800-221-7945, ext. 5442, or by e-mail at [email protected].
