Liulf: Alpha of the Mahdrah Ahlee, New Scotia Highlander Werewolves: A Paranormal Romance (The Brothers Cu Ahlee Book 1)

by Victoria Danann

  Somewhere behind him, in the midst of all the commotion, Liulf’s sensitive ears heard the cubs’ soft whining.

  A shadow fell over Liulf. At first he thought it was the bear returned to finish him off, but then he heard Rain’s voice. When he’d involuntarily shifted to biped form, his long hair had ended up half covering his face. She gently pushed the strands away and had the absent thought that it was strange that such a hard, hard wolf had such soft and silky hair.

  “I’m here, Liulf. What can I do?”

  As she knelt beside him she heard an alarming squish where her knees depressed the earth. She looked down at the wet area next to the tears in his abdomen and realized how much blood had left his body. Her hands fluttered helplessly above his ruined body. She wanted to give him comfort and was afraid that touching him could do more harm than good.

  Liulf’s eyes, barely open, focused on her, his face contorted in a mask of pain, his breathing labored, but he was trying to say something. Using the arm that wasn’t pinned under his body, he caught her wrist and gripped it tight enough to make her wince. She leaned down, putting her ear near his mouth.

  “Tell them no’ to kill her.” She pulled back to look in his face.

  “Kill her?” Rain’s brow knitted in the middle, while trying to discern what he might mean. Her first thought was that he was hallucinating, thinking she was still in danger. Then suddenly she understood him. “You mean the bear. You don’t want them to kill the bear.”

  For the rest of her life, Rain Falling would recall the precise moment when the film lifted from her eyes, the moment when she had seen Liulf truly. She was awed by his willingness to give himself up for someone who had treated him badly, but more than that, she was amazed that his mind was focused on protecting the very bear that may have killed or crippled him. She knew that she’d badly misjudged the Highlands alpha.

  Looking over her shoulder she saw that it was too late to pass on the alpha’s command. The great female grizzly was dead. Rain swung her head back toward Liulf, not knowing what she’d say, but it didn’t matter. He’d slipped into unconsciousness. Her heart broke to see his magnificent naked form lying bloody, dirty, broken and torn, because he’d rushed in to save her.

  When she felt hands on her shoulders, urging her away, Rain’s own tears were flowing as fast as Liulf’s blood was leaving his body. She resisted leaving Liulf.

  “Rain Falling, let us look at him.”

  She rose and backed away a couple of feet, but continued to stand close by. She could tell by the way the experienced hunters looked at Connuchur that they didn’t believe Liulf would live. Two of the wolves were sent back to let everyone, particularly the New Scotia pack, know that the Highlander alpha was wounded, perhaps mortally.

  Luna always brought a wide range of supplies for healing when she came to Gatherings and welcomed wolves from all the packs to consult with her. Word had quickly spread that she was a talented physician so, logically, the wolves ran straight to her for help. She was peering into the mouth of a little boy, when they arrived shifting to biped form and speaking hurriedly.

  Once she understood, she gathered all the supplies she thought she might need into a large woven bag with handles. A few wolves had gathered outside her tent. She stopped to give them instructions.

  Turning to one of the humans, she said, “Watch my girls for me?”

  “Of course, Luna.” The woman took the twins by their hands.

  Speaking to one of the Elk Mountain she-wolves, she said, “Find Stalkson Grey and tell him to make a stretcher for Liulf and bring fresh clean blankets. He’ll need to be carried and not pulled in a wagon.”

  The bag of supplies was too heavy for her to carry and run at the same time. So she handed it to one of the wolves who had come for her. “Will you carry this?”

  He nodded as he took the bag. “This way.”

  Luna was young and strong and ran as fast as she could, but it took ten minutes and she was badly winded when she arrived. She sank down next to Liulf and heaved for breath as she looked him over. She hadn’t known him long, but she had such a tender heart that she couldn’t keep her eyes from stinging when she saw the mess the bear had made of him.

  She pulled back an eyelid and murmured to no one that he was in a coma. A part of her thought that was just as well given the extent of his injuries. Using a combination of the few precious supplies brought over from Loti Dimension and the herb remedies she had wildcrafted on Lunark, she got the wounds as clean as possible. She couldn’t check him over completely without turning him so that he was flat on the ground.

  Looking at a devastated Conn, she said, “Come around here and try to keep everything as immobile as possible while we lay him on his back.” With the help of three wolves they moved Liulf so that Luna could have better access. She held his head, giving instructions and saying again and again, “Carefully. Gently. Slowly.”

  She found that his right humerus had broken where it had impacted the tree trunk with more force than she cared to think about, but she needed to give a priority to the gashes.

  She looked up at the hunters who had become spectators. “Send someone back for a soft sheepskin, and a bison hide. And a spool of strong twine.” One of the males departed quickly, shifting as he went.

  The wolves who had never seen a trigger lighter before watched in fascination as she clicked and fired the end of a needle for sterilization. She poured disinfectant over her hands, then threaded the blackened needle. She used a suture made of bison tendons, which would serve as dissolvable.

  She set about cleaning the wounds, getting them ready to be stitched up before they attracted bacteria and infection, something the first colony werewolves knew nothing about. She wiped at her brow with the sleeve of her shift as she was finishing, when she heard her mate’s voice.

  “We’ve brought your stretcher and people to carry it, Luna. Tell us what you need.” Grey sounded bereft, no doubt due to having seen Liulf’s condition.

  She looked up. “We’re going to need to sit him up so that I can swab the dirt away from his arm and back, where the skin was scraped away. Then we’ll spread one of the clean blankets over that stretcher.” She nodded toward the limb and leather portable bed. “I’ll set his arm before we go back.” She looked down at Liulf. “I forgot to ask for some of that alcohol he was drinking last night.”

  “Alcohol?” Grey’s brow wrinkled as he looked around at the other wolves. When his gaze passed over Connuchur, he saw that one of his other three nephews looked too sheepish to be innocent. “Well?”

  “Well, a friend of mine knows how to cook the lightnin’. It does no’ taste good, but it does the job.”

  “The job?” Grey scowled. He’d never been a fan of drunkenness. “What’s his name?”

  “Cairn.” Conn looked miserable.

  “Does one of you know where to find this Cairn?”

  By that time Ken had arrived. “Aye, Uncle. I know where to find the lad.”

  “Go tell him that my wife needs some of this ‘lightning’ for his alpha.”

  Ken nodded and started to leave, but when he turned he saw that most of the New Scotia pack had made their way there, having heard about the accident. So he lifted his voice. “Is Cairn among ye?

  The spectators looked around, shaking their heads. “Send the fastest wolf to bring Cairn and his special spirit for Liulf.”

  “Aye, Cenead.” One of Ken’s boyhood friends responded.

  When he turned back, Ken’s eyes met Conn’s and they spoke volumes to each other without saying a word.

  On Luna’s signal, Liulf’s brothers raised him up, bending him at the waist into a sitting position so that she could clean his scrapes and abrasions and then helped lay him on the makeshift stretcher. It was covered by a stretch of Mahdral Ahlee hunting tartan which, Luna was assured, was newly washed.

  She then called for the sheepskin and twine. She took a sharp knife from her woven bag and handed it to Conn. “I need the
sheepskin cut like so and two pieces of the untanned hide about yea so.” She held up her hands forming a rectangular shape to let the patient’s brother know what was required.

  Ken and Conn were glad to have something to do for their brother. Cutting skins to Luna’s specifications made them feel a little less helpless. So Ken held while Conn cut with the knife.

  Luna was constantly checking Liulf’s heart rate and breathing, not that there was much she could do to improve either. She felt Grey’s hand grasp her shoulder and looked up into his face, grateful for the gesture of support.

  They heard some commotion in the crowd. Grey turned and found a sheep’s bladder shoved toward him. It was full and tied at the neck.

  “I’m Cairn. This is for Liulf.”

  Grey took the vessel and showed it to Luna. “We have it. What do you want us to do with it?”

  “Hold on to it for now.” Conn held up the pieces Luna had asked for. She nodded her approval. “Take the two pieces of hide to the river and get them wet.” Conn looked dubious, but wasn’t going to argue.

  “Ken, when I lift his arm put the sheepskin underneath, wool side up next to his skin.” Ken nodded. With what was obviously great effort on her part, Luna lifted Liulf’s heavy arm like it was made of glass and gently placed it down on the sheepskin. “I’m going to set his broken arm.”

  She looked at Gray. “You need to sit by his head. The pain may wake him. If it does, give him some of that.” Her eyes indicated the bladder of Cairn’s recipe. Gray nodded and got into position

  After gingerly feeling around Liulf’s arm for what seemed like a long time, she grabbed on, her fingers digging into the flesh, and used her weight to push at an angle. Liulf’s eyes flew open and he yelled out, but as soon as he did Conn was holding his head with one hand, trying to give him liquid pain relief with the other. Liulf was thrashing about and nothing was being accomplished except for spilling the alcohol, which ran down into the stitches and added burning and stinging to Liulf’s misery.

  “Rain,” Luna said, sounding irritated, “tell him you’re here and everything is going to be alright”

  Rain’s red-rimmed eyes flew to Luna and her lips parted. She was surprised to be acknowledged by the human she’d never met before, but after a moment’s hesitation, she dropped down beside Grey. “I’m here, Liulf. I’m here.” She took his good hand and he immediately quieted, his wild eyes frantically seeking then finding hers. “The Elk Mountain queen is caring for you and everything is going to be well. You are going to be well.” She squeezed his hand and his body relaxed. Within seconds he had fallen once again into a comatose state.

  While Ken held Liulf’s sheepskin-covered arm immobile, Luna wrapped the two pieces of wet hide around the sheepskin, allowing some overlap, and gave Conn instructions on securing them with twine. When she finished, she sat back on her knees and once again wiped her brow with her sleeve.

  Looking at Liulf’s brothers, she said, “ When the bison hide dries it will be stiff as a board, and depending on how it was tanned, it may shrink as well. If it does, we’ll have to apply new twine to keep the two pieces securely in place.

  Grey offered his hand and pulled her to her feet. Putting his mouth next to her ear he said, “You were amazing, Luna.”

  She buried her face in Grey’s neck and said, “I don’t know if he can make it, Wolf. We may not know for a while.”

  “Whatever happens, we’re all lucky that you’re my mate.” He tightened his arms around her and she gave herself permission to relax into his shoulder for a moment.

  “We need to pick out some strong guys to carry him back. He’s got to be steady. No jostling around.”

  Grey looked at Liulf’s brothers. “I know who three of us will be.”

  The New Scotia blacksmith, son of one of the pack elders, came forward and asked for the privilege of being the fourth to carry the alpha back to camp.

  CHAPTER 5

  Rain surprised everyone by insisting that the bear cubs be caught and brought back to the encampment. They were put in a wooden crate and hauled back in a wagon, braying for their mother the entire way. Luna walked right up to the crate, opened it, gathered up one of the cubs and put him over her shoulder. He snuggled into her comfort for a minute, then promptly nipped her earlobe. She slapped his nose and told him, “No!” He whined, but put his neck over her shoulder and settled down, exhausted, letting his baby eyes slowly drift closes.

  That night there was a great argument between the Elk Mountain alpha and his mate about whether or not they would be adopting bear cubs. Grey insisted that, in the very near future, it would not be safe for their girls or the pack. Luna promised that, as soon as the cubs were big enough to survive on their own, she would release them. Grey won the debate, but acquiesced in the end because he found himself utterly incapable of saying no to Luna when she really wanted something.

  Rain had been in charge of organizing the Gatherings for a decade. In the past few years they had begun erecting a few permanent buildings dedicated to various Gathering functions. She claimed one such building and announced that it would be a temporary infirmary for the recovery of the New Scotia alpha until further notice.

  They had brought in a long table, then placed a thick straw bed on top of it so that Liulf would be higher off the ground. That made it easier for the caregivers to tend him and, when the day came that he managed to stand, it would be easier for him to do from that height.

  The mattress was covered with two layers of clean blankets, which Luna insisted would be changed every day, and his body was covered with a third.

  The day after Liulf was brought to the cabin turned hospital, the Gathering was officially ended. Silver Ruff made a parting speech congratulating everyone on the fact that all three packs were represented when the hunters had rushed to defend Liulf. The New Gaul alpha said that meant the union was working, functioning at its best, and that they were all the stronger for it. She talked about pride and the ideals of her vision of packs living harmoniously, but the celebratory mood had turned somber and couldn’t be recaptured as long as one of the alphas was in critical condition.

  The three colonies of wolves began packing up to return to their respective homes and resume normalcy. Liulf’s brothers insisted that the New Scotia pack go without them and hold things together for their alpha. Luna insisted that she would stay until Liulf was either better or…

  Grey finally insisted that she get some rest. She was so tired she could barely stand, but managed to give Rain some instructions.

  “Come and get me if he wakes. Come and get me if he should start running a fever.” She could see that Rain didn’t know what she meant by that. “If his skin becomes very hot. Can you do that?”

  Rain nodded.

  Luna noticed she looked lost. “Are you too tired, Rain? Would you like me to get somebody else?”

  Rain shook her head emphatically no. “I’m not too tired to take care of Liulf. I will come and get you if he wakes. I’ll come and get you if he feels hot.”

  Luna looked her over thinking Rain was unsure and on the shy side, perhaps not yet mature enough for a responsibility of that magnitude. She decided to override her own misgivings because she knew that’s what Liulf would want if he could speak for himself.

  “Good. I’m counting on you. Keep these stitched lacerations open to the air and, if I’m gone for longer than four hours, clean them very gently with this solution.” Luna held a small bottle toward Rain, but before she could take it, another hand shot in between them and grabbed it.

  “I’ll be doin’ that,” Mave said as she shoved Rain out of the way.

  Luna’s brows drew together. She hadn’t been raised in werewolf culture and knew that many things were different, but really bad manners look the same everywhere. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Liulf’s mate and I’ll be the one carin’ for him.”

  “If Liulf could speak, is that what he’d say? That you’re his mate?” Luna asked.
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  Mave straightened and glared at Luna. “I’m his true mate.” She looked at Rain and motioned toward the door with her head. “You can go.”

  Luna had started to reach for the bottle, but her whole body jerked in surprise when she heard the ferocity of the snarl that erupted from Rain, who was in mid shift. She tore the dress over her head as her body was reshaping. Rain was beautiful in wolf form – silver and gray with dark blue eyes. Her upper lip was pulled back from her fangs, her intent so fierce that her eyes seemed to glow. As Rain circled around Mave, she emitted a constant low growl. When she began advancing, her shoulders hunched in stalk posture, Luna could see that she was herding Mave toward the door.

  Mave still held the bottle she’d snatched and looked caught in fight or flight indecision, like she hadn’t considered the possibility of resistance. Seeing Mave’s uncertainty, Luna stepped forward and recaptured the bottle of precious antiseptic, before scurrying back out of the way. She’d been around werewolves long enough to know there was no faster path to self-destruction than getting in the middle of an altercation.

  Rain took a threatening lunge toward Mave, backing her toward the door. That was when Mave made the decision to shift. Her face went hard as she tore her own dress down the middle, going to all fours in a blur. She returned Rain’s growl with a viciousness fueled by her sense of righteous indignation, however misplaced.

  Rain cut the posturing short. She charged the usurper with enough force to push them both through the doorway onto the grassy clearing beyond.

  Hearing the unmistakable sounds of a death battle, the wolves, who hadn’t yet left, dropped what they were doing and ran to spectate, forming a circle around the combatants. Wolf fights are often over within minutes. One either establishes dominance over the other and it is accepted, or one is disemboweled by a well-placed slash of fang, or powerful jaws clamp and rip out the throat of an enemy. But the fight between contenders for the position of Liulf’s mate did not end quickly.