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Vali’s Curse L. Shannon © 2006 www.cobblestone‐press.com
Vali’s Curse This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Vali’s Curse Copyright© 2006 L. Shannon ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐069‐8 Cover Artist: Anne Caine Editor: Tammi Marinni Excerpt from Season of Blood by L. Shannon All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone‐press.com
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Dedication Vali’s Curse is dedicated to my family. As always, you keep me grounded so that I may dream just as big as I please.
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Prologue Children of Strength and Power In the beginning there was neither light nor dark. There was only a great energy, a god who longed for something more. The god used his own energy to create other beings. These children possessed great strength and power. Those with great strength had some of the power of magic. Those with great magical power also had some strength. For a time there was peace among the children. But the time of peace shattered during a violent quarrel over which was better, strength or magic. The quarrel became an endless war, which brought sadness to the Creator. But then there was hope. And again there was peace among the children. Two of the races, the Jotun and the Aesir chose to tighten their bonds, thus bringing the long feuding to an end. Children were exchanged between the two races and raised as each otherʹs so that they became one family. One such Jotun child was a clever boy of strength named Loki. He was adopted and called brother to a young but powerful Aesir named Odin. Together they grew and learned the ways power. Many ages passed and they each grew into fine men. Loki married three times. The first marriage, arranged by his adoptive family, to a woman of power held little love and no passion. The second was an unapproved marriage to a woman of strength, together
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they had much passion but this too lacked love. With his third wife, Loki found the love, passion, and devotion that he had long sought. Loki had children with each of his wives. The first union was blessed with two beautiful daughters who grew up with wisdom and compassion, able to understand both strength and power. His second wife bore him three children. Within each grew strength, determination, and a yearning for power. The Aesir feared these Jotun children and cursed each of the three to keep them from ever gaining the power the children sought. The first son, Fenrir the wolf, grew huge and developed a temperament so foul he was chained to control him. Jormungand, their second son, grew to be a giant serpent and was banished to the world ocean to protect the people from his dangerous ways. The last was a daughter named Hel who was sent to the land of the dead, because of her deformed, half dead body. Loki saw the treatment of his children as unfair, done simply because they were different from the people of power. He never recognized the flaws within his children of strength. Loki grew bitter and malicious toward the Aesir who he’d once called family. Although always considered a mischievous trickster, he became spiteful and malevolent. Loki went so far as to be partly to blame for the death of one of Odin’s sons. Accused of the murder he fled from the Aesir and into the world. While in exile he met his third wife. Sigyn gave him a loving home and two strong, powerful sons named Vali and Narni. For one hundred years, Loki found a kind of peace with Sigyn that he had never known before. Eventually, those of power caught up with Loki. When his sons attempted to protect their father, they were attacked. Vali was turned into a terrible wolf and set upon his brother Narni and killed him. As Loki mourned the death of Narni he was captured, bound, and imprisoned. Sigyn stayed loyally at his side within his prison where he will remain until the end of the world. Vali was not imprisoned nor killed, though that might have been a kind of mercy. Instead, he was set free within his cursed form. He roamed the world a wolf with little memory of his time as a man. Vali’s only reprieves from his imprisoning form were on the three nights of the full
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Chapter One First Moon, First Night ʺOh, the moon and her mercy.ʺ The grateful words flowed from Vali as he succumbed to the pleasure of the cool breeze across his bare body. He was once again able to walk on two legs and speak in the tongue of man. But, as the moon’s blessing always was, his time among men would be short. Only the three nights of the full moon would he have until he returned to the prison of his wolf form. The impending suffering dimmed his moment of pleasure. How many centuries had he watched pass in this never ending cycle? Too many, perhaps? Vali looked around to get his bearings. He hungered to see other people but it was more likely he would be far from settled areas and without a chance to meet a single soul. The wolf, who ruled his body, wanted only to run, hunt, and live wild as a wolf. It pushed out all thoughts of man and often took him far from what he, the man, wanted. This night, he was in a thick forest, near the crest of a hill. Opening his senses, he tried to tell if he might be near to any settlements or homesteads. He caught a slight equine scent as well that of smoke. He could hear the unsettled scurrying of the forest and picked up fear and anger with his empathy. To see more of the surrounding land, he climbed high into one of the larger trees. The night view was spectacular. Stretched out below him was a long valley, cradling a lake which glistened like
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Vali’s Curse black glass in the moonlight. The best part of the view was the small cabin that sat at the lake shore, with its thin smoke rising from it. The smoke thickened as he watched. A womanʹs scream and sounds of a fight could be heard. Vali dropped down with a wild grace and bolted toward the cabin. He reached the cleared lakeshore to find a lone woman attempting to hold off three woodland togters, huge, vicious, bear‐like creatures. The woman rushed from one side of the porch to the other. She shot small darts at the togters, while the thatched roof burned above her. Vali approached behind the monsters, forming a plan to lead them away without battling directly with the fierce creatures. He moved silently away from the house to the small shelter and fence set for the animals. Using his wild scent he separated one of the five sturdy ponies and herded it from the fence stampeding the pony between two of the togters. Given their natural instincts to pursue running prey, they couldn’t help chasing after the fleet footed pony. Vali laughed at the success of the simple ploy while hurrying to the front of the house to see if he could help put the fire out. Even as he rounded the corner the woman threw a bucket of water onto the smoldering thatch. He stood transfixed watching the first human heʹd seen in years. Even in her simple, brown dress, she had the beauty and grace of a goddess in every move. Her long, golden tresses were not quite tamed into a thick braid. She was tall and slim and moved with a confidence that spoke of a woman in control of her life. Turning to face him, she regarded him with a frankness that nearly made him blush. “I don’t know who you are or why you wear nothing but your own hide, but thank you for your aid.” Then she spun about and carried a second bucket of water back to the cabin door. He followed. What else could he do? Despite her curtness she was the company he coveted. Staying only a few steps behind, he watched as she knelt beside a large man and began to gently clean the terrible claw wounds across his chest. “I left some new cloth in the back room. Be of use and fetch some
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for bandages.” She made the request like the queen of a great kingdom to the lowest of surfs. Then she met his eyes with a tense smile that softened her harsh tone, “Please.” Vali stepped past her and silently went into the cabin to do her bidding. Such a smile should be forbidden for its control of the simple minded. “Get cloth for yourself as well before you chill anything important.” He chuffed aloud at that, for his body was reacting to her nearness and oblivious to the slight chill of the air. But as he did remember some of the polite manners of men, he wrapped one piece of the woven cloth modestly about his waist. Then selecting several other pieces, he returned to her side. “Thank you.” She finished cleaning the deep gouges and applied a thick salve to each before wrapping the cloth about the man’s chest covering the worst of the injuries. Vali tried to aid her by shifting the barely conscious man’s weight while listening to the soothing lilt of her soft voice. “Easy, Father. Don’t try to move. I have you almost patched now.” With her words, some strange tightness eased inside of Vali, an emotion he associated with his less civilized side. Possessiveness and jealousy had little purpose in his life as a man. Yet, that was what had cracked free when the injured man was identified as her father and not her lover. She looked at Vali, gratitude clear in her blue eyes. “Please, will you help me move him so he can rest in his own bed?” “Aye,” Vali answered and carefully lifted the man into his arms to move him. She stepped back and led him through the cabin to a small room in the back. He knew she had expected him to only shoulder her father, but the weight was not beyond bearing. He cradled the man easily and laid him onto the bed without jarring the wounds. She settled her father beneath a blanket before hurrying back out to recheck the roof thatch. When Vali again followed her, she turned her full disconcerting attention on him. “What brought you to my door and my aid?” She treated him to a full and approving appraisal while she waited
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Vali’s Curse his answer. “Forgive me. I was only passing through yon woods.” Passing through, that was the truth of his life. He passed through all the centuries having no chance to be part of any one age. “No forgiveness in needed. You have my gratitude for your clever actions. Though, I wish you had chosen a lesser pony to set loose.” She stooped to gather the darts she had dropped earlier. “I am Deltinica, only daughter of Decoro, second son of Damonico, eldest son of Del. Decoro the Wild is who you carried as if no heavier than a feather.” “It is a rare blessing of the gods, to meet you. I am Vali...” Where he knew he was expected to offer homage to his fathers gone before, he faltered. The pride of their line was forfeited by his father’s crimes. “Son of one who was lost.” Her gaze darted to his and softened with compassion. “To have no father to claim and no clothes to wear, you must be poor indeed.” “In truth, I own nothing and will never have more.” Such kindness shone from her eyes. Her accepting emotions washed over him. A deeper part of him felt soothed. “Poor and without hope. A sad case, but perhaps we can come to a bargain that could change your fortunes.” He gave no response other than a raised brow in question. What could she offer him that had any chance of changing his dismal fate? “Father and I have been here only a year. There is much to do and now, I alone to do it. I offer meals and a place to rest for your toil.” She held her hand out to seal the barter. Vali wished for nothing more than to reach out and take her hand. Her generosity touched him to his soul, and he longed to hold onto the life she represented and so easily offered to share. Deltinica and her simple farmstead offered him everything. He couldn’t have chosen a better location with a bounty from both forest and fishing. And what they had, they’d improved into a safe haven, into a home. It was a dream come to life. But it was not to be. In three days the wolf would take control of him again and he might become a threat to her and her father. He must
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leave this place before his wild side had the chance to harm anyone here. “I can not.” His chest tightened painfully as her smile faded and she dropped her hand. “I must move on, but will help you for the next few days. That is all I can offer.” “As you can.” She did not offer her hand again. “What work do you need the most?” He looked pointedly at the roof. Surely replacing the burnt thatch would be first. “Father and I just returned with the new mares. We will need to build a larger shelter and better pasture for them and the foals they carry.” She went back to her father leaving Vali to whatever he found to do. Vali walked around to get a feel of what needed done. And much was needed. For both the fencing and building he’d need wood. And the pasture needed fewer trees so that seemed the best place to start. He found an axe by the wood pile and set off to start felling trees by the full moon’s light. As the first tree fell with a loud rush, Deltinica ran out from the house. Stopping sharply outside, she watched him then continued at a walk to his side. “I didn’t expect you to begin working in the middle of the night.” “My time is short and I wish to help while I can.” If she were kind enough to offer him the chance to spend time here, he was more than willing to pay for that time with his sweat. “Very well. I’ll not turn away your strong back. But do come to the house for a meal when you take a break.” Deltinica turned away from him and headed back to the house, pretending to not see his pained look. Whatever kept Vali from accepting her bargain certainly hadn’t been the labor. She shouldn’t have been surprised. He had the build of a man used to using his body. His muscles rippled with each economic motion with the fluid grace of a forest predator. His actions, too, spoke of much time in the wilds. Of course his lack of propriety was completely to her benefit. The man had the body of a god and it was pure pleasure to see that body in all its naked glory. She reined in her wandering mind and continued back into the house. She had just shut the door when her father’s voice called out.
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Vali’s Curse “Daughter, what was that sound?” He sounded stronger than before. She hurried into the back room to reassure him. “It was only Vali, the man who came to our aid. He has begun cutting trees to supply the wood we will need to finish the fence and shelter for the ponies,” she explained while checking over his injuries. Thankfully, the claw marks showed no signs of festering. “This man is felling trees in the middle of the night? He must be a strange one.” The whoosh of another falling tree was as much an answer as she could offer. “Yes, Vali wanted to start right away.” “Ambitious boy, then. That is good, though he must be a bit wild about the edges.” He caught her hand before she could leave. “A bit,” she answered. Those same thoughts had crossed her mind. Vali surely did seem the have some untamed nature to him. “Well we could use a strong man around to help out. I am guessing you offered our hospitality to him?” “I offered…” Her father interrupted her with more questions. “So what have you learned about him? Where does he come from? Why was he traveling naked about the woodside?” “I don’t know much.” At her father’s incredulous look she added, “I believe he has seen hardship. Although he is barely civilized, he seems completely honorable.” It was there in Vali’s eyes when he met her gaze squarely even when standing naked before her. “All that in a few words. Hmm…you must see something worthy in his wild hide.” “You above any shouldn’t cast down at a bit of wildness,” she challenged. Of course her father would worry over who was in the area, but she couldn’t imagine that he would find any man a threat just because of a “bit of the wild”, as he put it. “Of course not. I consider a bit of the wild a true strength, but often a woman needs more than those of such wild natures have to offer. I may have been called Decoro the Wild, but only your mother found that a pleasing trait.”
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“Are you pairing me with the only man around without even having spoken with him yourself? I didn’t realize you were in such a hurry to marry me off.” “Indeed, I am not, but you are a grown woman and should seek love wherever you might find it.” He shifted painfully. “Now leave me be. I need my rest, else I’ll be irritable.” He waved her toward the door. “It’s irritable you’ll be anyhow, but I’ll leave you here to rest.” Deltinica tucked his blankets in around him and left the room. She intended to head to her own bed, but instead found herself staring out the window into the darkness. In the distance, she heard the rhythmic thunk of the axe. Vali kept to a brisk pace, the sound of his strokes never faltering. What drove a man on to such hard labors? She yearned to return to the woods and be with him, to learn who he was and what restrained his choices. Whatever drove him was to her benefit. His kindness would save her and her father much delay. A sudden thought crossed her mind on how she could thank him, besides the stew that was kept warm in a pot over the fire. She gathered the materials about the table and settled in to start the project. The sound of his work was motivation to work long into the night. She caught herself humming a song in beat with the rhythm of his axe falls.
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Chapter Two First Moon, First Day Invigorated by thoughts of Deltinica, Vali worked until the sunrise reflected off the lake in shades of red and gold. He wondered what her hair would look like in the morning sun. Would it have reddish glints to it? Or shine like the finest gold, setting the rarest jewel. He smiled at his whimsy, and then turned back to the more practical matter of setting the post for the fence line. By working through the night he had cleared close to fifty trees, removed the brush and cut the wood into posts, poles and firewood. “You didn’t come in for a meal.” He spun about in surprise at the soft, chiding voice. How had she gotten so close without him being aware? Usually, his sharpened senses would have caught her scent or the sound of her foot steps. As unnerving as her sudden presence was, the surprise was driven from him by the beautiful sight she presented. The sunlight on her hair was all he had imagined with a red and gold glow, shining through the long loose strands. “I’ve broken fast with Father and there is some left if you hunger.” “I hunger.” His voice carried a possessive growl as his gaze dropped to her appealing form. His body responded to her, making its sexual needs apparent to him. Obvious to her as well, since he had
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discarded the cloth and the scant modesty it had provided. A pretty blush pinkened her cheeks. “Aye, I see that you do. But I meant for food. Fresh bread and eggs.” She handed him the abandoned cloth which had been carelessly draped over a nearby post. “You’ve done much this night. Haven’t you rested at all?” Her hand brushed against his, with a sizzle of attraction. His body jumped in reaction to her light touch. The sensation instantly filled him with desire. It had been so long since he had enjoyed any casual contact with another being but his reaction to her touch felt well beyond casual. Did she feel it as well? “I can rest another time.” He retied the cloth as he spoke and studied her reaction to the work he had done; hoping the fence was placed to her liking. When she did no more than study his efforts in silence he asked, “Is the fence where you want? If not, I can move it.” Deltinica laughed. “Move a fence, once it’s set? No, this is where I pictured it, from the shore to the wood‐line to provide both water and shade. You must have an eye for a pony’s needs.” “All animals share those needs.” “Have you ever had a horse or pony?” she asked. Picking up the end for the next pole, she fitted it to the notched post for him to tie into place. “Once. A very long time ago.” For once he felt the urge to talk about his past, to share his life with her. But he dare not, as the knowledge could only draw pity and then fear if he shared his history with her. He wanted neither pity nor fear from Deltinica. She didn’t press him for conversation, but did help him set the posts and tie the poles in place for most of an hour. Then she went back to the cabin to check on her father. While she was gone Vali thought about how much he wanted to talk with her, to make their time more meaningful. If it became too uncomfortable, he’d just have to deal with it. His days here were numbered and he wanted to live them wholly while he could. It had been so long since he had the chance or the inclination to make a friend. When she returned, she brought a basket with the breakfast she’d offered. “Since I couldn’t move you to the food, I have brought the meal to
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Vali’s Curse you.” “Thank you.” He reached for a thick piece of bread. “You said that you were hungry. What kept you from joining us inside?” How could he explain to her? His wild half had no care to be around men, and when it could control, the wolf carried him into the wilds and away from civilized lands. “I have been away from the ways of man for a long time. It was easier to keep the distance.” “That would be lonely. You could stay longer if you wish.” “I would if it were possible, but I cannot.” In truth, the more time he spent with Deltinica, the more painful the thought of leaving became. His mind dwelled on their few conversations and his hands ached for the chance to memorize her form. “Why can it not be?” she challenged him to explain. This was the pressure that he usually avoided but, this one time, he wanted the truth between him and Deltinica. He sighed and then began to explain. “Long ago, I was cursed. I must move on to keep the curse from harming those who offer me their kindness.” He expected her to be alarmed by his circumstances, but she only looked at him with a kind understanding as if she met cursed men every evening and often the morning as well. “How did you come to be cursed?” she asked while packing the remains of the meal she’d brought him. He’d finished eating and they continued to build the fence as they spoke. “I stood between the justice of the gods and one who I cared for, my father.” “You mentioned he was lost. What happened?” she prompted. She must be near to bursting with questions. Her amazing patience offered him a much needed chance to talk about his past without pressure. “It was a terrible mistake. He deserved the justice he was given and I was wrong to interfere. Because of my actions, my family was destroyed and I was cursed. I’ve been alone since.” His choice had led to his brother’s death. Narni had been the first to fall under the cursed fangs of the wolf. How would Deltinica look at him if she knew he’d killed his
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own beloved brother? What am I doing? He couldn’t tell her about the curse and all it had cost him. Surely, it would be her next question. He turned away from her to gain the space that he hated so much, but hesitated, torn between wanting more and fearing where it would lead. The wolf’s long habit of avoiding won and he stepped away from her with painful regret. “I need to fell more trees. Could you braid more rope while watching your father?” He didn’t wait for her answer, but picked up the axe and walked off to the tree line. Instead of returning to the house she followed him and began clearing the brush as he cut the trees. He saw she was also separating the grass from the brush so some of it could be braided into rope to bind the fence poles in place and the rest could be used to repair the burnt thatch on the roof. He expected her to press him for conversation but Deltinica surprised him once more and did not. She gave him the space he needed but didn’t want. After a few minutes she began to sing softly as they worked. Her songs and companionship helped the hours of the day to fly by. There was a magic in her songs. When she sang about the warm sunshine, they were caressed by the pleasant rays. When their labor made them warm she sang to the wind and they were cooled by the balmy breeze. Deltinica sang to more than the elements. As she sang about strength and endurance he felt stronger, his axe falling in a better rhythm. When Deltinica sang about peace and balance, he remembered the simple pleasures that could be found if a man only accepted the world around him. He was reminded that the world was good. For the first time in ages he felt content. This was a place he could stay if only the gods would let him remain at her side. He caught himself humming one of her songs as he used a brace of the ponies to move the larger logs to where the barn would be built. Although the logs were too large to be used for the fence they would be perfect for enlarging the shelter, if he was here long enough to help her with that task. As the sun dropped closer to the horizon, Deltinica returned to the house. After checking on her father, she climbed up to replace the thatch on the roof. From that height she could easily see where Vali worked and
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Vali’s Curse watching him was a secret pleasure that had distracted her more than once this day. His thick muscles strained as he used the axe to hack at the thick trunk of an oak tree. The power and smoothness of his strokes was amazing considering the many hours he had been at the task. Still he continued. His honey colored body glistened with sweat under the setting sun. He almost seemed to glow and she couldn’t drag her gaze away from his beauty. After a few more strokes of his axe, the old oak moaned and rushed for the ground. Her gaze followed its descent. When she looked back at Vali, her breathe caught in surprise. He had removed his scrap of cloth once more. His masculine beauty sent flames of desire through her even from this distance. Before her father and she had moved to this remote location she had known many men and the few she had seen without clothes could in no way be compared to Vali. Deltinica forced her eyes to look away and hurried to finish the thatching. Later, after she prepared a meal for her father, she could return to Vali. She had promised to bring dinner to share with him, a promise she was grateful to offer.
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Chapter Three First Moon, Second Night Vali’s heartbeat raced as he watched Deltinica return with the evening meal. Even in the dim light her beauty shone like a ray of hope and her gentle scent overwhelmed him, driving all other thoughts from his mind until she stood directly in front of him. “Is anything wrong?” Deltinica asked him. There were no words to explain the feeling that raged through him in that moment so he shook his head in mute answer. His stomach clenched and churned and then let out an audible growl. Only he knew that the sound she laughed off signaled a hunger far deeper than he’d ever felt for mere food. They sat together on the pile of logs to eat. Although, she didn’t press him for conversation, Vali was surprised to find he wanted to learn more about her. The need to hear her voice assailed him, forcing him to talk to her. “How is your father?” “He’s well enough to complain.” Deltinica removed the folded cloth from the top of the basket and handed it to him. “I want you to have this, as a gift.” He opened the fine material to see that it was a replacement for his often discarded scrap of cloth. The workmanship was beautiful, and similar to the schenti, worn long ago by his father during hot weather. Although light in weight, the tan colored material was hemmed and
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Vali’s Curse decorated with a detailed green vine twining around the edges. “Thank you.” “Try it on.” Vali untied the scrap, laying it on a nearby log. He lifted the new schenti to tie in place before he realized his mistake. Yet again he’d forgotten common modesty. Deltinica blushed as she averted her eyes from his. He may be guilty of showing no sense of modesty but she could have looked away sooner and had not. He finished tying the new wrap without comment regarding either of their slips of manners. “This fits well. Many thanks for your time and trouble.” “It was no trouble,” she answered. She opened her basket, retrieving a carved wooden bowl, and handed it to him. “Father wants to be helping us with the fence.” She changed the topic. “There’s no need. He should heal more first.” As he took the bowl from her he noticed the lid had carvings of animals dancing along the edge. “As I told him. He also wants to meet you.” She reached over and lifted the lid from the bowl. He smiled and breathed in the delicious scent of the thick rabbit stew the bowl contained. Of course her father would want to meet him. He probably feared for his daughter’s safety and virtue. “I thought he might.” He spoke while hoping he would be gone before her father was well enough to challenge him. Such a confrontation would be risky if he lost control of the wolf within. “He wants to thank you.” Thank me for what? “For losing his best mare?” he said with a quiet chuckle. Really he had done nothing deserving of thanks. Even now, his selfish need for companionship kept him here endangering their family. “For saving his life, though, it is a shame about the mare. Father thinks she may yet find her way home.” Deltinica touched his hand as she passed the sliced bread. Her touch burned through him with startling clear images of what he wanted to do with her lovely body. He pulled back slightly then took up the bread, shifting his attention to the meal. He wasn’t about to thank
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all her kindness with such an insult. Instead, he sank all his senses into the food she’d offered him. The flavor was rich and the meal filling. He rarely went hungry in his wolf form but found the cooked and seasoned meal satisfied more than his stomach. The peace filled moment bit into him with teeth of an angry badger. The rightness of it felt so wrong. Why was he here? The Norns, heartless goddesses of fate that they were, had such a twisted sense of humor. Why would they bring this girl into his life at this time? What could come of it but heartbreak? For him, he was certain they would design no webs of happiness. Could there still be a purpose for this meeting? Vali asked, “What brought you here, to this valley?” If the Norns wished him to aid Deltinica in any way, he was willing. “Father and I were traveling through in search of an area to settle. We fell in love with the lake and decided to stay here. At the time we didn’t know about the togter population but it’s a small price to pay for this piece of paradise.” Was that his current purpose, to help them settle this area? Could he even restrain his wild nature long enough to be of any use? “We want to raise the ponies and help to found a small town. The area is far too beautiful to be so empty of people.” Her eyes sparkled at the promise of a community growing and thriving here. “I can picture the scattered village all so clearly, the people at peace with the natural lands. The ponies will be the link. They will help the people to travel, letting them live farther apart.” “It sounds like a good way to live.” More than just the idea of a new town but the thought of being part of building something great appealed to him. He was cursed when barely an adult and ever since had spent no more than the three nights in any given civilization. Never had the wolf allowed him to return to an area. Always it sought new ground where he’d never before trod. “You could stay or maybe come back someday,” she said as if her mind had been following his thoughts. The wolf would never allow that. It would carry him from this land and he would never see her, the ponies, or the lake again, let alone a
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Vali’s Curse future town. “I’d like to, but I see no change in my future.” He wouldn’t lie to her. It was better that she accept that this was all they had. Now, if he could make himself accept it as well. “Surely even the gods will relent in time.” Her voice held a longing that he understood all too well. “I have never seen their mercy. Long ago I learned they had none.” Time and again he had begged them to either forgive him or let him die. They had never even acknowledged his pleas. They must be happy with his suffering or perhaps had forgotten his existence. “I’d like to walk on the lake shore. Will you walk with me?” Her voice rang low and filled with heat, almost sultry. The sudden request caught him by surprise and his response was even more surprising. “I’d like that.” He stood and offered his hand to lift her to her feet. When she slipped her hand into his, his dreams came alive once more as if there were a chance of happiness here, even if brief. He tucked her hand in his arm, folding his hand over hers in possession. Together they walked down to the narrow beach. This evening her dress was long and flowing. The light breeze played with the fine embroidered hem, lifting the delicate material and revealing Deltinica’s tiny bare feet. “You have no shoes?” She’d had sandals on earlier. Why didn’t she wear them now? This close to the water and the forest there were many dangers. She could be bitten by a poisonous snake or the togters could return. “Neither do you.” No he hadn’t any shoes. He had only her cloth schenti to cover him. And it was hers not his, he had nothing of his own. Not even his body was his to control. Forever this was his path. And yet tonight, his curse weighed heavier than ever before. The sun set behind the trees and the night descended with sounds of insects and birds. The horses were settled and the lake once again became a still black. Despite his earlier concerns he felt the peacefulness of the night. The calm tried to fill his emptiness but failed, leaving him more
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lost than ever. Deltinica’s soft fingers tightened over his arm briefly. “You are very dark tonight.” “Dark?” Aye, he felt dark tonight. This was one place he wished he could stay. Yet, there was no way he could without putting her in danger; something he would never do. “Dark and light wars within each of us for dominance, even me. Tonight, the light is failing within you. What has darkened your thoughts?” she asked in empathy. How could she ever understand? “Nothing that I haven’t battled before.” “Perhaps I could battle at your side. Would you let me?” “No one can battle with me. The curse is mine to bear. I would be grateful to share the moonlight with you for a time. You have a tranquility to you that may help fight back the darkness.” They walked the quiet beach until the moon was bright. Vali’s mind dwelled on the hopeless way his heart wished to remain here with Deltinica. Is there any way? Could anything convince the wolf to stay here without putting her in danger?
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Chapter Four First Moon, Second Day Awareness, sharp and clear. Vali woke, but froze when he sensed someone close. He breathed in Deltinica’s soft scent as gentle fingers brushed back his long hair. For once there was little hurry to wake, no danger and no fear. The moment was precious. Deltinica made no attempt to rouse him and he soaked in the contentment that seemed a part of her. How long had she been here with him? After finishing the fence by the moonlight, he’d returned to the beach and fallen sleep with only the thin blanket and soft sand beneath him. Now her warm thigh was his pillow and a second blanket lay over him. Her touch vanished as she greeted the day with a whispered song to the sunrise. Her words rose barely above a sigh yet perfect for the peaceful moment. “How I wish...” Dear gods. The aching sorrow crushed him, sharpening the pain of the missing dream. “If only you could stay. If only there were some way…” She stroked back his wayward lock of hair, taming it. Taming him. “If I may only have you for a moment then that moment I will have and treasure for always.” Her plea was too much for him to take. He too, felt the pull between them and yearned for the chance to be with her.
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But he knew it could never be. To get close to her would make the loss more terrible for both of them. There simply was no way around the curse. All too soon he would be trapped again within the wolf and the beast would carry him far from here. He would never see Deltinica again. Many times in the past he had tried to reason with the wolf, tried to claim a territory near to people. The wolf knew of the power it held and never gave in, always driving him on to new, wilder places. Vali shifted with a subtle motion under her hand as if slowly waking. The blanket slid down as he rose partway to meet her uncertain smile. “Good morn.” Her hand retreated back to the safety of her lap. “Good morn to you.” He straightened and stretched his tense muscles. Shame she wasn’t brave enough to offer a back rub. He longed to have her touch him. Surely her hands rubbing over his flesh would be bliss beyond living. “Have you been here long?” “Not long.” Her voice was quiet and thoughtful. “Thank you for the second blanket.” He folded both blankets to busy his hands and keep them from reaching for her. But the need to touch her was too strong. Her fingers twisted into a knot in her lap. “When I saw you slept out here on the sand, I thought you might need it for warmth.” Vali reached out and clasped her hands inside his larger ones. “I was fine.” He wanted to reassure her but instead her expression dropped in disappointment. “But aye, the blanket did make the night more pleasant and your company this morning will surely improve the day.” This time there was no stopping his hands. He caressed her cheek then raised her chin. Her skin was smooth and soft under the roughened pad of his thumb. “I am glad.” Her quiet words blew gently over him. Her breath was the scent of subtle spice. Her presence filled his senses until she became his whole world. He leaned closer and pressed his lips lightly against hers. Such softness. The tip of his tongue brushed over her lips. She tasted like the breeze drifting off the lake, wild and yet tame, an opening bloom of nature. Acceptance. Vali deepened the kiss when she opened to him. Her
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* * * * * Deltinica swallowed back her scream when the first of the beasts plunged from the forest and charged toward her and Vali. Then a second skirted the new fencing to chase after the ponies and she almost shouted words that her father called unwomanly. “Run for the house.” She said to Vali as calmly as she could. She started across the yard but froze when a third togter blocked that path to safety. Her footing faltered at the sudden stop but Vali, her sweet defender, caught her up and braced her at his side. His gaze flicked to their right just once then he darted to that side and grabbed up a tall pole as a weapon. The pole was meager defense against the beast before them and the other to their aft, but that was all he had. Vali’s expression was grim as he moved lightly to keep between the togter and her. He twirled the sturdy weapon holding his foe’s attention then with an amazing agility he spun the pole and connected it against a round stone at the side of the path. The stone flew off into the trees distracting the tog for a moment. “Run! I’ll give you time to reach the cabin.” Vali grabbed her hand and spun them to the opposite side of the path moving abreast of the beast before it refocused on them. She hesitated. Leaving him even a few steps behind would expose him to fierce attack. She had certain abilities that could perhaps aid them in this. “Go! It is our only chance.” There was no time to argue. She set off for the house. Only steps toward safety, she realized he hadn’t followed. She spun about in time to see him face off with the beast, protecting her by putting himself in the path of danger. He wielded the pole with such speed the wood seemed to dance as it flew in defensive blocks, knocking away the deadly slashing claws. But it was all in vain for no man had the strength to defeat the adult togter in direct combat. Her breath caught on a sob as she saw the second tog approaching to Vali’s left. He would be torn to pieces in moments. Despite the house to her back, her feet carried her toward the place where Vali would soon fall.
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Vali’s Curse He fought hard connecting several blows to the tog’s head. Some essence of him seemed every bit as violent as beast he faced. Some challenge of dominance would be settled here. Vali’s muscled frame moved with the grace of one used to combat. His crouch was strong and balanced. His strikes were solid and centered. He seemed content with the odds and the coming end. She, however, was not yet ready to lose him. She ducked and drew two fine daggers from their thigh sheaths. Vali placed a blinding crack to the tog’s narrow eyes then turned to take on the second with several perfect hits to the smaller newcomer. Her soft sandals flew over the ground as the larger tog shook its head in pain and charged at Vali’s unprotected back. He shifted his attention toward the charging tog, a breath too late. The beast’s claws tore across his body, flinging him to the ground. The second tog rose to its full height, roaring its intention to fall onto Vali with its massive deadly jaws. But its roar of triumph turned to one of pain after Deltinica’s thrown dagger imbedded in its soft nose. The larger tog stopped its attack on Vali as the smaller cub began to cry in a piteous appeal for help. As she drew close to Vali, she saw the terrible extent of his wounds and even at first glance, her heart raced with fear for him. His blood flowed freely from deep gouges to his side, hip and thighs. He still gripped the pole but being unable to stand, the tog could finish him easily. It turned back for just such a kill when she challenged it for the prize that was Vali. The beast was huge and even a knife was little defense against its size. Her only hope was to use the skills inherited from her mother. Magic of a sort. She swiped the blade across in front of her, the tip parting the beast’s muzzle whiskers but not drawing blood yet. The creature rose to its hind legs and towered over her at almost twice her height. It roared its anger, pouring foul, hot breath over her. Her courage slipped. If not for Vali, she would have run, but she wouldn’t fail in this. She drew in air, and then released it in the wordless
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lyrics of a challenge song. Her voice cracked. The tog fell forward, growling and swiping with its enormous clawed feet. She jumped back once, but felt Vali’s hand catch her ankle. “Run.” His voice gasped all but unheard, but his meaning was more than clear. Then he fell back, limp. She would not fail. Her dagger cut back nicking the tog’s long paw and she began the song again. The challenge was hers; the beast would understand the strength in her sounds. The song expanded within her, filling the battleground, the clearing, the valley. It rose and fell and gave her the edge to mark the tog several times. She even forced it to back a pace away. Its roar no longer held victory, only resentment over the lost territory and injury to its young. She shifted her voice to carry understanding and peace. The tog wanted no peace. It charged one last time, to fight for what it felt was its right only to feel the bite of her blade. The unnatural speed and power behind each strike convinced its simple mind of the value of peace, at least for today. It backed several steps away then turned with a bellow to its young and loped off into the woods. Within moments, the trampled, bloody ground and Vali’s horrific injuries were the only evidence left of the attack. Deltinica knelt beside him. She tore a long strip from her skirt and blotted at the deep tears in his beautiful body. The bleeding had slowed some. She focused on the worst wound, a deep gouge to his thigh, wiping it clean, and then wrapping it tightly. As she moved his leg back to rest on the ground, Vali came awake again. “What happened?” His voice was so weak that she barely made out the words. “They fled. We need to get you to the house.” She tried to help him sit up. “How?” He growled low with the pain of trying to move. At first she thought he was asking “how had she saved him”, and she had no idea how to answer him. Instead she focused on the more
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will help you to mount.” She reached for him with her right hand while tangling her left in the pony’s mane. She made a good anchor and Vali leaned heavily onto her side panting for breath. The motion of standing broke open the thigh wound once more and blood trailed down his leg. “Must stop bleeding…to let heal.” His words cut apart with gasps as he pressed his hand over the wound. “Cut the basket to brace it.” She grabbed the basket and slashed its sturdy bottom free. She also cut two lengths from the pony’s leads. While Vali braced for the contact, she placed the basket piece over his thigh and tied it tightly in place with the leather leads. Between the cloth, basket and bindings, the bleeding stopped almost at once. “Let’s get you onto her back.” She waited for him to adjust his balance facing the pony’s withers, gripping her mane in a white knuckled hold. “I will boost you so all you need do is swing your leg over her back.” He nodded. She immediately stooped and wrapped her arms at his knee. They had to do this quickly or not at all. He was far too heavy for her to do more than one quick lift. “Ready? Now.” She lifted upward, but staggered when he lacked the strength to throw his leg over. He landed belly down across the pony’s back with a growl of pain, which sent the mare about in fear. Deltinica grabbed the leads and steadied her. “Go.” Vali’s word was no more than a moan of agony but she understood the sense of it. He was up. She should be getting him to the house. Already the darkness had deepened but the moon had yet to rise. She led the mare and kept one hand at Vali’s shoulder help balance him. With the pony’s help, they reached the porch quickly. How could she get him from the porch to the bed? Only the pony. The mare would have to carry him inside. She explained her plan to Vali. “I’ll hold,” he said with a grim determination. Calm and steady as the mare was, she still tossed her head and flicked her ears nervously at the stairs and dark porch. “Easy girl.” With a firm grip on the leads, she led the mare up the steps in two awkward lurches. If not for her hold, Vali would have fallen. By his limp posture, the pain of the motion must have taken his senses. No time to check yet.
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cuts. Vali flinched, but uttered no complaint. “I’m sorry.” She moved more carefully as she cleaned the area. He would have enough pain. She then turned to his lesser injuries. His quiet eyes followed her every move, while she washed him clean of blood and dirt. “Must be done.” Vali’s voice was low, but more steady than before. Still it would mean nothing if he fell to the fever. His wounds were so terrible. Although they were closing already, they had reddened to an angry color. “I want to do everything I can. You can’t...” The thought that he might not recover was too much to face. “I will not die.” He looked pained by the thought of his survival for a breath then looked up with a crooked smile as if nothing could ever kill him. How could he know this? His wounds were terrible and if he survived the blood loss, he could still fail with the fever. Vali’s hand cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his unwavering gaze. “I will not die. The gods will not let me escape the curse so easily. I have been close many times and always I survive to see the next moon.” And for once, she was grateful for the gods’ vindictive nature. If their anger at him, kept him alive, then she’d send her thanks at first chance. She would take anything they threw at him if only he could live and perhaps even stay. “Vali, I want you to live.” ...with me. “I will.” His eyes softened and then he took her hand, pulling her close. “I want...” She wanted so much. She wanted a life with him. She wanted him to be free of his demons. She wanted him to finally have a home. She wanted to give him a family. She wanted so very much. A tear slipped from her lash, falling onto Vali’s chest. “As do I. But it cannot be. Just as the gods will keep me alive, they will also keep me from any happiness.” His words cut into her. She met his gaze and saw that they came hard for him. His own eyes glistened with his sad resignation. “I know you see this as the only truth, but there must be a way.” Giving in to impulse, she leaned forward and kissed his lips. When she pulled back, she saw his tongue dart out to brush over his lower lip as if to
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Vali’s Curse catch the essence of her kiss. “Much as I long for another choice, I can think of none.” His passive acceptance angered her. How could he accept a fate that didn’t allow love? “Don’t give up with such ease. Neither of us has stood at this place before. The will of the gods may change. Perhaps this is the moment they will offer reprieve. Perhaps this is the life that you are mean to have.” “I would give anything if that were but so.” Still his doubt was obvious to her. “Then believe that it can be. Believe that all the pain that came before was meant to guide us to this day, to this choice.” “For you, Deltinica, I will try to believe.” His soft words were not full of conviction, but did at least hold a small measure of hope. * * * * * Belief has no place in Vali’s history. His place in the web of destiny offered little but pain and suffering. He does what he must and faces the future still without hope. Deltinica’s strength of will may yet prove stronger than that of the gods’ vengeance. But as the light of the moon falls across Vali’s sick bed they both face that the gods and Norns are cruel long before they offer any kindness.
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Chapter Five First Moon, Third Night Vali accepted all of Deltinica’s reassurances, while in his heart he knew nothing would appease the anger of the gods. This moment, even one filled with pain was one he would cling to forever, because in this moment he could hold on to Deltinica and dream of things that could never be. He gently tugged her down into his arms and held her there, absorbing her sweet compassion and attempting to brand the feel of her onto his soul. Contentment and solace flowed through him, filling cracks that had long echoed with loneliness. The heat from her body blended with his. Deltinica’s gentle curves perfectly filled his arms just as her gentle ways filled his heart. The pain from his injuries faded as a new ache rose with in him. His body hardened. He wanted to make love to Deltinica. This night might be his only chance, and yet that very reason should keep him from acting. He tightened his embrace, aching to show her just what he longed for. “What is it Vali?” Deltinica shifted as if to draw away from him. He refused to let go. “I just want to hold you,” he whispered into her glossy hair. “I wish for things of which I have no right to dream.” She tilted her face up to meet his gaze. “I think perhaps our dreams
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Vali’s Curse are the same.” When he would have stopped her, she laid her soft fingers to his lips. “If the gods will allow us only this one night, I would wish for nothing more than to spend it in your arms and to share whatever pleasures we may find in so short a time. So tell me, Vali, what is it that you dream of?” The whole of the world paused in that moment. Deltinica offered a precious gift which he could not bring himself to refuse. “I would make love to you.” “I long for that very thing. However, since that would do your injuries no kindness, I would offer that you let me do the loving.” She pulled slightly away from him, forcing his arms to loosen. Before he could object, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, her breath blowing gently across his cheek. The tingle skittered over his skin and shot bolts of arousal to his groin. He shouldn’t imagine a future that included her sweet offer. The part of his mind that should have resisted was melted by the joy that filled him. Her perfect lips trailed feather light kisses across his cheek to his ear. “I would offer you pleasure. Will you accept?” How could he object? How could he do anything but love this beautiful woman who offered him so much and asked for so little in return? “Aye, my love, it would be my greatest pleasure if you have your wicked way with me.” Deltinica chuckled, sending vibrations where her lips pressed to the side of his neck just below his ear. It was there that she continued her far from wicked ways. She pressed light kisses over his hot skin. Vali let his fingers wander where they would. One hand trailed up and down her back, occasionally dipping under the edge of the neckline of her lightweight dress. The other cupped her cheek and tilted her face back up to his. Their lips brushed once, then again. The kiss was lingering and undemanding. Each taking this moment to explore and taste, with a casual pace, that could go on forever. Vali tickled the line of her lips and when they parted, his tongue dipped into the sweet ambrosia of her warm
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mouth. She met his gentle assault in an easy, sensual dance. Each motion heated the friction that rode between them. Each contact became a hot brand that bound them together. She was perfect in every way. Deltinica kissed him with a passion as strong as his own. Then she set her hands loose, and they wrecked havoc with his senses. Her fingers danced over his bare skin, often followed by her feathery kisses. Across his chest, her touch tightened his nipples, even more so when followed by her cool tickling breath. He smiled as she used her caressing to check on his injuries. He knew his body well. By now they would all be closed, even the worst of the gashes. Still, his gaze lingered wherever her hands moved. Deltinica paused over the wound on his thigh. He could see the flushed, puckered skin was a red that didn’t bode well for the healing. “Does that wound pain you?” she asked as she gently pressed the tender area surrounding the injury. “Aye, but not so much as two hand spans above there.” Deltinica’s worried frown eased with a quiet chuckle. “Well, I shouldn’t leave you to suffer then, should I?” Her hands moved up to his hip where the knot of the schenti held his modesty. With a deft flick the cloth fell away, revealing his arousal to her hungry eyes. The catch of her breath and the widening of her eyes was more than his masculine pride needed. The very part of him that held her attention twitched in the need to feel more than her gaze. He could have happily died as she took him into her hands, gently stroking and exploring his reaction to each touch. Her fingers slid from tip to base, slipping underneath to cradle his balls then moved back up his length. Like their earlier kisses, this was such slow loving as to be torture. Vali’s head fell back onto the bed. He was drowning in sensation. He fisted the blanket in an effort to anchor his body, to keep from reaching for her. Every sense focused on her gentle touch. Her fingers circled him, using his own moisture at the tip to slick back down his length. Her hot breath scorched over him a moment before her burning
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name in a quiet whisper, “Oh, Vali!” She shuddered in poetic completion. And then it all came together, his senses overwhelmed, his body orgasming in a burst of pleasure. Deltinica eased down against his chest, while still holding him within her. “I love you, Vali. For now, forever…” There she settled, her feather light touches caressing his chest in lazy circles. Her cheek lay on his shoulder. Her breath blew over his neck, gradually slowing. The peace and tranquility was something he often felt at odds with, but for this moment, Vali was finally a part of the great contentment that he always yearned for. He soaked in her every caress, as well as the simple feel and sounds of the night surrounding her home. Quiet dreams of what could be crept up and overtook them while their bodies cuddled together with a profound contentment. Vali’s restless motions, not much later, woke Deltinica. She watched over him until he fell back into a comfortable sleep. Her worst fear became reality as Vali’s skin grew hot and feverish. She left his arms to dress and prepare to do battle with the gods if that was what it took to save him. She brought fresh water from the well to drink and use to sooth his fever. Then she settled in for a long night of keeping watch over him. She wrung the water from the cloth and washed it over Vali’s face for the hundredth time. His fever raged and after one motion over his skin she could feel the heat through the cloth. He shook, his hands pushing her away as his legs moved under the light blanket. Although his fight was with his nightmares, she carefully moved back from his swings. “Easy, my love. I’m here.” She tried to sooth him but her body was tired and begged her for rest. He’d been near senseless for a while now, and the fear that he might not wake again was becoming very real. When his hand reached out and touched her face, she pulled away startled. Vali’s bright eyes burned into her. He was awake, but for how long? She took his hand, cradling it to her lips. His fingers felt so hot to her touch. “Vali? What is it? Can I get you water?” His mouth opened as if to speak but then closed. Instead he swallowed. His eyes closed and he gave a slow nod.
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way I can stay with you.” His words fell in a rush. His jaw clenched in some physical pain. “I don’t understand.” She reached for his cheek to turn his face to meet her eyes. His face was damp with sweat. His eyes drifted closed. “I am so tired.” He was also weakened by all the talk. “Rest now, I will watch over you.” She slipped from his lax arms and pulled another blanket up to his waist. “You must promise.” His eyes remained closed but still he insisted. “You need rest. All will be well.” She started the song of healing in a soft voice, trying to quiet his restless fears. Instead of drifting off to sleep as he had before, this time he fought the spell and caught her hand. “You must...” A tremor ran though his body with the first violent shiver. It was a blessing that his fever was breaking but he was still not out of risk. “I will.” She agreed out of desperation. She would say anything the get him to save his energy for healing. “Promise.” His demand was all that gave him will. His eyes bore into her, and then shut with another jaw clenching shiver. “Yes, I promise.” She lifted the scraps that had tied his bandages on earlier and lay them over his chest and legs. Although he felt the leather, he wouldn’t notice that she hadn’t tied the straps down to anything. “Neck.” His eyes remained shut and to cover her deception better, she pulled the blanked high and tucked it around his shoulders. She shifted the leather strap over his legs to his neck and he drifted of to sleep at once. A slight smile remained on Vali’s lips. He looked satisfied as if he had beaten some beast instead of being battered by one. In his next lucid moment she would have to ask what secret gave him such peace. And with that, Deltinica fell off to sleep, her head resting beside Vali’s shoulder, her hand not quite touching his.
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Chapter Six First Moon, Third Day Deltinica jerked awake when the low growl interrupted her restless dreams. She had fallen asleep while resting against the bed where Vali lay. Now instead of the man who she had been bathing often to fight his raging fever, there crouched a very large, dark‐colored wolf. The wolf continued its low rumbling growl. Its brown eyes exactly the same as Vali’s despite the wolfish face they were framed by. He didn’t look fearful, not really, only uncomfortable and unhappy about where he was. And angry. Aye, very angry at being trapped inside a dwelling. She sat in the chair beside the bed carefully holding still. He shifted his weight as if to jump from the bed, but jerked with a yelp of pain at the severe injuries to his body. It had to be Vali, but why hadn’t he told her this would happen? He had tried and if not for the fever, maybe she would have understood. What should she do? Could she still help him even in this animal form? He was too badly hurt to survive. There was no way he could run or hunt. The wolf fell back to his uninjured side, licking slowly at the wounds to his flank. He focused on the task, seeming unconcerned with her presence. Perhaps he would let her help him to get well. This was the curse. Poor Vali forced into this form, sharing his life with this wolf. It explained his lack of belongings and his fear that he
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would hurt her. But he hadn’t hurt her, not yet anyhow. This was why he’d begged her to bind him. How dangerous was the wolf? Vali had been convinced she would be hurt or worse. He must have no control over this form then. For the Vali she knew would never harm her. He had reached the terrible gash to his thigh and tore at the loose bandage with his teeth, pulling it hard enough to start the bleeding again. “No.” The word slipped out before she could stop it. The wolf turned his fiery gaze on her with another growl, lips lifting in a menacing snarl. He was so close that his hot breath blew across her face. He could rip her throat out without so much as standing. “What’s that noise?” Her father’s querulous voice called out from the bedroom. The wolf reacted with a lurch toward the doorway, struggling to reach freedom. He fell heavily from the bed, whimpering a couple of times as he got to his feet. He limped two steps then fell again. Too stubborn to give up, he crawled the last few feet to the door where his strength failed him completely. There the wolf laid no closer to freedom. His ears flicked this way and that, sentinels against approaching danger, even if he hadn’t the strength to defend himself. The door waited closed, keeping him from reaching the early morning outside. She moved slowly to the other side of the room, peered into the bedroom and reassured her father. Then she slipped under the window covering and dropped to the ground outside. Maybe she could give the wolf the freedom he wanted, and still keep him close enough to help him to survive. She went to the discarded branch pile and used the hatchet to cut three dozen branches to the same length. Using some braided grass rope, she bound the sturdy branches together. She carried the piece back to the porch where she used the rest of the rope to fasten the piece as a gate across the porch opening. The rest of the porch was enclosed and large enough to offer the wolf room to move. With caution, she opened the door a bit so that the wolf could find his way out once he had the strength do so. She hurried back around to the window and crawled back inside,
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Vali’s Curse moving along the wall to her father’s room to explain what was happening. “What was the noise I heard? Tell me what happened.” “I did not tell you all about Vali, Father?” She hesitated, expecting her father’s anger. “Tell me now,” he said in a quiet voice. She told him all that Vali had shared about the curse and then told him what happened this morning. “He changed into a wolf. You saw this?” His thick bushy eyebrows were raised in his surprise and interest. “No, but the wolf wears Vali’s injuries.” As well as his eyes. “What do you plan to do with the animal?” “Vali needs my help to heal enough to survive. I intend to give it freely. I will help as much as he will accept.” Then I will let him go. The thought formed like the hard lump in her throat. He was wild and should not be caged or bound. Bind me... Was that why Vali wanted her to tie him, to keep the wolf from leaving? “You risk much on the survival of one who probably deserved the curse he was given. The gods dispense justice as they see fit.” Her father was full of disapproval that hurt when they were so close. “The gods could be wrong.” The words blurted out heedless of the repercussions. “Hush daughter before you bring their wrath to our door.” “Would you shun him for attempting to protect his kin? You who so often claim kin is important above all else? Would you shun me for protecting you?” Hands on her hips, she challenged his accusation with some of her own. She knew her father was a fair and good man. He was only reacting in fear for their safety while he was unable to protect them. “No daughter I am wrong to judge him. He did as he must have and was judged once for his actions by those better than I.” “Thank you for admitting as much. Vali has done a great deal for us and I will do what I can for him.” “Do you know how long he will be trapped as a wolf?” “I am not certain, but I believe his curse is tied to the moon cycle.
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The togs attacked on the first night of the full moon. If I’m right he is only given those three nights as a man.” “What an existence! How long has he born this terrible curse?” “I think he was a young man when he was cursed. He must age slowly as he has the nature of an ancient about him. Perhaps he only ages as a man... he could live ten lifetimes.” “Or more. You are thinking of him as human. He may be no more human than we are.” * * * * * The next few days proved to be long and exhausting ones for Deltinica. She cared for the property and animals as usual and nursed her father back onto his feet. She spent every spare moment trying to help Vali, who she had taken to calling Valiwolf, recover from his wounds. By the second day he seemed to accept that she was no threat and even tolerated her presence as long as she gave him his space. The porch became his domain, but he allowed her to walk there. She offered him meals and sang the healing song to him several times a day. At times she thought he welcomed her songs. He definitely listened to them. He lifted his head and pricked his ears at her, once even panting in a relaxed wolfish smile despite the pain he must have been suffering. On the third day, she opened the gate for the wolf. As he left the porch, part of her thought that might be the last she’d see of him, but instead, he returned every morning and evening for meals. Until the day his food was left untouched.
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Chapter Seven First Moon, Eighth Day Valiwolf must be gone. The food she’d left on the porch was once again left untouched. There were no tracks or marks nearby as evidence of a night time visit. She rinsed out the bowl and began her ritual walk around the property. Each morning since he had gained the strength to leave, she wandered the grounds in search of wolf sign. There were none, no fresh tracks, no spore, nothing. He must have left the area. The thought of Vali gone from her life brought a deep ache to her chest. Perhaps he would be close enough to return at the next full moon. But in her heart she knew that such thoughts offered false hope. The wolf could carry him far away in the next twenty nights and he would only have three to return. The sand under her bare feet reminded her of their walk on this beach, and as the sun broke over the horizon she sang to the morning. Her song, usually welcoming the possibilities of a new day, this morning was melancholy with the loss of a friend, with the loss of more than a friend. Her voice faded with the last words and she turned to go back to the house. Twenty feet away stood Valiwolf. He stood steady and looked well. His wounds were still healing, but as he stepped forward there was no limp. Two steps closer then he stopped again with a head tilt that looked questioning.
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She stood still, waiting for his move. He turned back and picked up the carcass of a rabbit. He carried it only a few steps toward her then laid it down at the edge of the sand with another head tilt. “Thank you.” she whispered. Valiwolf nodded his head with a dip then turned and trotted stiffly toward the woods leaving her on the beach alone. He was leaving but had come to say good bye. Even the wolf had manners. The thought made her smile as she picked up the dead but unmauled rabbit, his thank you gift.
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Chapter Eight First Moon, Twelfth Night Deltinica watched the sun set and felt no urge to sing. The world was without beauty and nothing could lift the loneliness from her heart. “Why can’t I go on as if he never stopped here?” She immediately regretted her rash words. She couldn’t go on blithely unaware of her loss, because he’d changed her. With his quiet manner and generous spirit, he’d brought a new light into her heart that made the world without him a bleak place. She wrapped her arms around her drawn up knees and let free the tears that she’d kept hidden the rest of the day. “Del?” Her father’s voice cut into her grief. She couldn’t answer him. She’d rather remain alone in the shadows. Perhaps then she could eventually forget all that she’d lost. But he wasn’t the kind to let her heal alone. Instead he knelt and pulled her into his embrace and rocked her while she wept. “Easy, child.” His rough voice rolled over her as he patted her back. In time, the sobbing relented and she wiped away the damp evidence of her broken heart on her father’s sleeve. “Oh, Papa, why…?” “There is no answer I can offer that will lesson the pain.” He helped her to stand and together they began to walk back to the cabin. “You will have to get over him, Del. I can’t stand to see you like this.” “How can I?” She couldn’t see anyway to live here with all her
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memories. “Maybe we can go back to the town…” “That won’t help. Stop thinking such foolishness. Vali’s gone, and you are still here and strong.” Once inside, he helped her get settled into her bed, something he hadn’t done for many years. “But—“ “There is no but to this. You have your mother’s strength and can do just fine without some wandering wildman. I’ll not hear any more about it.” He tugged the blanket up around her, tucking her in. Then turned and made for his bedroom. Deltinica was left to stare into the darkness and consider her father’s words. Could she move on? Could she pretend it had never happened, or just accept that such joy might never come again? And although her heart ached at the thought… Did she have a choice? Even carrying the pain, she would have to live on and make the best of her life here. Longing for Vali’s arms to hold her would not make it so. But the thought of a lifetime of never feeling his embrace again left her heart without a beat. All she had was this half life. Perhaps in time she might forget her heart had ever been whole. She fell into a restless sleep where even her dreams caused her torment. * * * * * The howl of a wolf lured her out into the darkness. From her porch she saw him standing in the moonlight. She watched as his fur covered body shifted and grew into the glistening form of the man she loved. And she was in his arms, reaching for his descending kiss. They met with the passion of lost lovers, each begging and demanding more, and never getting enough. Vali’s kiss deepened and his hands made little work of her sleeping gown. In the space of a breath, she was naked. Together they dropped into the soft grass. His hands caressing her flesh, seeming to be everywhere at once. In her hair, stroking her back, cupping her rear, and holding her close. He parted her creamy thighs and she arched her hips toward him. His finger sank deep into her, finding her aroused and eager for him, he
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a pack and they were close. No, they were right in front of her! A long, grey wolf slipped from the woods and growled at her with a dark menace. A shiver of fear slid like ice down her spine. Should she run for the house? Should she lie still, pretend to be dead? Which would keep the wolf from pouncing? Before she could decide, three more wolves joined the first. All of them were pale shades of gray. None of them were Vali. Moving slowly, she gathered her skirts and prepared to run. With the whole pack surrounding her, she would be easy prey, but if she could get close enough to the cabin maybe her father would hear the noise. She shifted her weight… And a growl rose behind her. Two more wolves had circled behind her and cut off any path of escape. Deltinica fought back her frustration. She’d have to face them unarmed and challenge them for her own escape. If that didn’t work, she would fall under their sharp fangs. She drew in a breath and let it out in the low tones of the wolf dominance song. It was her only hope and yet even that slim chance slipped away as the largest of the grey wolves crept forward to attack. She tried to focus on raising the power of the song, but her smooth flowing tune cut off in a scream as the wolf leapt at her with a snarl. Just as she was sure the wolf’s teeth were about to sink into her upraised arm, another large body hurled through the air, impacting the attacking wolf with growling crash. Both enormous bodies tumbled to the side. It was another wolf and this time, she was sure of the identity. Valiwolf had saved her. Deltinica scrambled to her feet and looked for a way to slip past the other wolves who had become spectators in the bloody battle between their leader and Valiwolf. The escape was easier than she expected because not only did the other wolves watch but they leapt in and bit at the combatants every chance they got. Most of those bites fell onto Valiwolf, leaving him to fight the one he faced and the rest of the pack as well. Not that it mattered. In what seemed like only moments he held the gray wolf down with a deadly grip to its throat. Soon, the kicking feet stopped. The other
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Chapter Nine Second Moon, First Night “Deltinica, hurry, you must see this!” Her father’s excited voice sped her steps to the porch where he stood looking toward the barn. Dusk was falling and the shadows fell long and deep, hiding much of the woods and lakeshore. There, between the house and the pony yard stood their missing mare. But more stunning was the beautiful grey colt that danced around her. Its head was finely chiseled and the legs strong enough to let him bounce and buck in the cool air. “She returned. You said she would.” Some part of her heart had hoped that it was Vali who stood in the yard. The full moon was tonight and she prayed he would return in whatever form he could. The sight of the mare only reminded her of meeting him for the first time. If only she’d understood how short their time together would be, she would have told him her feelings at that first moment. “She didn’t return on her own. See there, in the shadows, is your wolf.” “Oh!” Valiwolf was lying in the shadows quietly watching the foal frolic. The sight froze her in place. Where was the pack? How much would he allow? Would he even remember her? “Watch out little one.” Decoro said, as the colt mock charged the wolf, skidding to a stop, and rearing up on his hind legs at the last
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Author Bio L. Shannon came into existence in June of 2004. In the time Shannon doesn’t spend bothering hubby, she shows dogs, gardens, and watches over her four Butterfly Koi ponds. Writing started off as a battle against insomnia and has steadily grown into a war against reality. Her friends kindly say reality never stood a chance.
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Also Available from Cobblestone Press, LLC Season of Blood by L. Shannon © 2006
Chapter One Pennsylvania, October 31, 2002 Boryn awoke to a crash slamming painfully through his body, and then another as his heart struggled to pump. Each beat forced blood through his desiccated remains, once again reviving him. At first, the rhythm was far from steady, but gradually the cadence improved to a slow, erratic pulse. A thousand years have passed. Your sentence is spent. Pahele, his master’s voice flowed over him, through him, like a father’s touch. He was free from his long imprisonment. His crime was finally forgiven. Never speak of it. Never repeat it. Even with the warning, he couldn’t help thinking of the child he’d killed. It had been an accident, but that was the one mistake never allowed. When Tascryn demons were assigned tascs, they honored the mortal souls they were sent to transition by seeing to such duties quickly, efficiently and without mistakes. His tasc that night had been to ease the father’s soul into transition, for only when a body dies may the soul move on to its next life and a new destiny. This man hadn’t wanted to leave his
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young daughter, and in the end he hadn’t. They’d gone on to the next life together. And Boryn had paid for the mistake with a thousand years of complete solitude, bound within the earth. After the first hundred years, his body had shut down to conserve what was left of his flesh’s nourishing blood. Nine more centuries had gone by while he waited, while the other Cyvampis demons carried on and completed tascs that should have been his responsibility. “Master? Do the others know?” Did the other Cyvampis know of his crime, of his punishment, of his failure? “The others have no need to know this. Now rise and take care with your needs before you return home.” He felt his master’s touch brush gently over his forehead. Forgiveness washed over him, then solitude once more. With the light contact from Pahele, the thud of his heartbeat found a smoother rhythm. His master was the source. Pahele’s power could strengthen them all, over any distance, and never lessen. The master’s light touch felt even stronger than before, yet, different in some way. Then he understood what he had missed during his imprisonment. Pahele had finally joined with his soul mate, Sadrina. Together they would be a never ending fount of power. Pahele probably could have restored Boryn’s drained body with no more than a breath in his direction, but his master also believed in justice. Part of his punishment was to suffer when awakening. He accepted and welcomed the pain as the final payment for his terrible crime. Even with the improvement that came from Pahele’s slight gift, there was much wrong with Boryn’s newly awakened body. The worst was the weakness. A terrible weight pushed at him, holding him to the catacomb shelf where he lay, and he still lacked the strength to push free. Had the cave collapsed, entombing him, while he slept? His body shuddered, raising dust and debris into the air. “I think I see something up ahead. Go carefully in case the dust is from a cave in.” The deep voice echoed in the cave, stilling Boryn’s motion. Someone was approaching, and he had no way of escaping notice, at least not until he regained some of his wasted powers. “What is that, Dad? Pass me the extra light.” A child’s voice? Good.
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Vali’s Curse They were probably not hunters then. “Josh! Slow down. You know better than to rush while exploring.” Boryn felt the burning as the light passed over his closed eyes. The boy, Josh, must have found him. “Dad, you gotta see this!” The excited voice erupted very near Boryn, roaring painfully into his sensitive ears. “Josh?” Quiet but firm steps patted against the uneven floor. The man had entered right behind the boy. “Oh Sh‐sheesh, that’s a mummy. We found a mummy!” Boryn lay completely still before them. He hadn’t the strength to use his powers to conceal himself or escape yet. He would need blood before his strength truly returned. The heartbeat of the man was strong and full of lure, drawing his attention, begging him to take what he needed so badly. “A mummy? Oh yeah! Like in the museums. This is so cool. How do we get it out?” The child... Boryn resisted the call of the blood. With his hunger so fierce, even the man would be at risk of him losing control and taking too much. It was better to wait. It was safer to wait. “We don’t—” The clatter of rocks hitting the floor drowned out his words. “What? Why not?” “We can’t move this body. This could be evidence in a murder. We’ll have to call the police first. We have to find the proper people to come move it, so that the body won’t be damaged any worse. We may have to call the city museum and see if we can find a mummy expert who knows how to do this right.” “I guess so. It’s pretty bad now. How old do you think it is, and how did it get here? What if someone else finds it? We should go get them now, just in case.” “Yes, we should. But be careful.” The voices faded as the two left the cave. Escape. He had to get away before they returned with police or their mummy experts. Once away, he could focus on his return to living and his pressing need for blood.
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His powers were ancient, even if they were currently depleted. He had many skills, one of which was the ability to absorb energy from his environment. But to do so took time. His senses expanded, felt for power he could claim as his own. Although deep in the earth where few would think to find power, there was plenty for him to gather. The rich earth, abundant rock minerals, and the flow of underground water. Pahele chose this site well. The energy gathered at his call and slowly soaked into his being. An hour passed before he’d gathered enough energy to leave the stone bed. He followed the lingering scent of the humans, tracking them through the cave system, back to the entrance. The night closed around him, welcoming him back among the living. The full moon brightened the world below his rocky hill. His eyes squinted against the painful light. It has been so long. Below him, flat fields stretched out with a small town near the center. When he’d failed, there had been only two small cabins surrounded by land covered in dense forest. As he walked down the trail, he stopped at a small stream. His moonlit reflection startled him. No wonder the boy thought him no more than a dead body. His clothing had mostly disintegrated, leaving only rags, and his skin was not in much better condition. He drank some of the water that could moisten his mouth but not quench his thirst. Then he splashed more water over his face to wash some of the dirt away. He needed blood. As if the thought brought the need to his attention, the craving gnawed and tore at him. Blood of any kind would allow him to start healing and regenerating the lost skin and muscle. As Pahele had said, he would have to be careful to not take too much. It was forbidden to kill any who were not assigned as a transition tasc. Punishment. He would have control this time. He would not fail. He’d have to enter the town and seek out humans for their blood, but he couldn’t do so as he looked now. First would have to be some healing. He started for the nearest farmstead. Perhaps there, he’d find a way. The first farm on the outskirts of town appeared deserted, but it still offered much to him. In the stable were several horses, and he took
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Vali’s Curse some blood from each. Animal blood was foul and still left him weak with the added pleasure of being queasy. Yet, he needed it to begin regenerating. Also it lessened the risk of him losing control of his dangerous thirst around people, and for that he was grateful. On the porch he found straw people dressed in worn clothes. The clothing he took for his own, leaving only his bare feet to look out of place. He faced the town and breathed in the scents from the breeze while opening his senses completely to discover what to expect in that direction. He felt the pounding of the blood within the town. There were plenty of people to feed from, enough that it was unlikely he’d be noticed or left unsatisfied. A hot spicy scent rushed over him. Blood and sex. And more. Something wild and full of life. It called to a painful need within him, a need for more than blood. The scent was on the breeze coming from the town. Such good fortune. Everything he desired was exactly where he was going.
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