My very first memory is the color of his eyes. I don't know who he is or if I'll see him again, but I know his eyes are the crystal blue of a glacier lake. Those cold blue eyes were looking at me with the gentleness and softness of love indescribable. Then he was gone. Vanished. My name is Var. I know it sounds stupid, but it gets worse. I was named after the Norse goddess Vár the goddess of oaths between men and women who punishes those who break their vows. Fascinating isn't it? On a more interesting note, I am the daughter of the most powerful man in the world. Actually, creature is a more apt term. My father is the god of werewolves, Fenrir reincarnated. Oh, and my mom is the daughter of Odin's wolves Geri and Freki. To top all this off, my mate marked me when I was an infant then he disappeared for the last 18 years. I grew up with a hole in my soul and the reality that I'd be alone forever. The knowledge that none of the magic in my everyday life could fill the hole left behind by my heart's mate. So, yeah, my childhood was kinda messed up.