Where the hell did Selene go? She actually just left me with some random dude? I had question, damn it! We should have marked each other…
The thought brought a smile to my face. She had a lot of similarities to Ashina. I mean, she was Ashina technically, but at the same time not. I didn't really understand what she meant by that. I would have to ask her about it. I wonder if she still like-
I was cut off by another loud growl. "Speak, Rogue!"
He used his alpha voice on me? This little fucker did? How dare he!
I growled low in my throat. The windows vibrated from the volume. Is this what being a werewolf was like? Always demanding dominance?
His eyes widened before he shifted. His bones cracked loudly and a few breaths later, a large caramel colored wolf stood in front of me.
I felt Fenrir push up slightly and knew that both my eyes were a heated color. One, a bright, shining crimson, and the other, a shining amber.
I still had my bomber jacket so I wasn't 𝘵𝘰𝘰 worried about getting hurt, but this guy had to be fairly strong if he was this ballsy. Sure, werewolves are dominant by nature, but they still recognize their place within each other's company.
The wolf started to pace in a circle around me, passing the dial that stood in the center of the cabin. I didn't want to break anything in here, so I rushed outside.
I was pretty quick, too. I didn't notice anything in the heat of the moment, but I really am a werewolf now, huh? I feel stronger, scents are richer, and I'm more agile.
I was under the impression that I wouldn't get any of these abilities until my first shift. I guess I got a little bonus from Selene or Fenrir.
When I stepped outside, I was surprised. I was in the middle of a pack! There were werewolves everywhere, surrounding the cabin.
"What the fuck is going on?!" I shouted in confusion.
Many of them tilted their head while some growled. The wolf that was in the cabin rushed out and tackled me while I was stuck in a stupor. I crashed to the ground for a moment before bringing my feet up and kicking him off of me as I did a flip to get back to my feet.
"Oi, shift back you fucker!" I shouted at the wolf as he landed between 2 other shifters.
He growled at me, baring his fangs. His fur stood up on the his back as he bent low to the ground as if he was ready to pounce.
"Come on then!" I shouted at him while gesturing with both of my arms.
He growled again before rushing towards me, low to the ground. You ever seen a 200 pound wolf run at someone? Yeah it's pretty fucking adrenaline inducing.
My pulse thumped in my neck as I leaned back at the last second. As he flew over my chest, I shot my fist up into his stomach. I heard his ribs crack as he whimpered in pain.
He growled at me as he landed, quieter this time.
I stared at him with wide, intense eyes, as if I was commanding his respect. My jaw ticked as I clenched and unclenched it repeatedly.
He whimpered sullenly as he placed his head on the ground in submission. I relaxed as he did so.
"Okay. Now we're getting somewhere." I said as I turned to look at the other werewolves who had moved into a circle around us.
My gaze moves back to the submitted werewolf. "Where are we?"
The werewolf growls at the command, to which i growl back, louder.
"Scandinavia."
"Where, specifically in Scandinavia?" I continued asking it while circling it.
"What pack are you a part of? Where is your alpha?" I spoke in a tight voice.
The werewolf growled at me again and I hissed back.
I heard several growls, but one of them was a howl. I looked towards it and a white wolf stared back at me.
The wolf shifted and a man with silver hair appeared in its place.
"We are in the outskirts of the Swedish mountains where the snow begins to form from the mountains' altitude." The wolf answered me in Old Norse.
"Our pack is named 'Blood Wolves'. We do not require an alpha." The wolf said proudly as he showed his sharp teeth as a sign of aggression.
Me and the pack continued to stare at each other, the snow around me fell softly. The wolf that I defeated was still standing a few inches behind me, his fur still in a defensive position.
The wolf that I was now having a staring contest continued to eye me down, his fur slightly puffed out in a warning as he waited for me to move.
My blood rushed with adrenaline as the snow crunched under my feet. The wind was slightly cold and I could see my breath as the wolves circled around me.
"You do not want this fight." I said as Fenrir stood at the foremost in my mind.
I could feel him. He wanted to fight. Eager even.
Me? I just wanted to go home I guess. The Forsaken are probably worried about me. I know I gave Bella quite the scare. I couldn't worry about it right now, though.
I reached into a portal and exhausted all of the mana that was in my pendant to pull out Dáinsleif. I grabbed it by the blade instead of the handle so I wouldn't be affected by it's curse.
The white haired man froze infront of me as I pulled it out. "Dáinsleif? Why do you have that?!"
"It is my axe." I growled at him.
"Nonsense!" He shouted at me. "That was given to my ancestor during the time before the gods!"
"You are a descendant of Högni?" I asked him with furrowed brows.
"No, Birger Age!" He growled.
"Eh?"
"Eh?"
Uh… what the fuck? I haven't been to Scandinavia for like… 3 millennia? What is this dude talking about?
"Bullshit!" I said in English.
"Fuck you!" He replied in English with a thick accent. "I no lie!"
Uh… fuckfuckfuckfuck! I'll admit, I was a bit of a horn-dog when I first got here. I had quite a bit of… relations, with the women of our clan. I don't remember getting any of them pregnant though! Was that one of the memories that Malum erased? Nah, he wouldn't do that. The only person I had a kid with was-
"Hilda?" I said as I studied the man in front of me.
Well… now that he mentioned it, he did look like her. I guess she had strong genes. Or maybe it was me. He did have my nose. And that white hair is definitely hers. This dude was my many great grandson?
I rubbed my temples and placed Dáinslief on my back through my coat. I didn't have the sheath so it would suffice.
"Fuckin'… shit ass motherfucker!" I shouted as I felt something approaching me.
Said something struck the ground next to me and created a large crevice in the ground that went around 7 feet down. It was a hammer.
"Hmph. I missed."
I looked up into the sky and saw a man floating in the air. His crystal blue eyes shone underneath his long locks of red hair. His beer belly stuck out slightly against the chainmail armor he wore.
"Can you not throw that shit at me?!" I yelled at him.
"Silence, beast. Go back to Helheim. We only left you alive because… because Birger… uh… Birger?" He trailed off awkwardly.
"Yeah, hello to you too, Thor! Next time, a hug will suffice!" I yelled at him.
The werewolves looked up at Thor, the god of thunder, then looked back down at me. And again. And again. Finally the silence was broken by the white haired werewolf that spoke in a loud shocked voice.
"You're him?! You?! A rogue?!"
I turned to him with a scowl. "I'm not- well I guess I am a rogue, but I've only been a werewolf for a few minutes."
"B-Birger?!" Thor shouted as he landed next to me. "What… have you done."
I looked at him with a blank stare. "What I had to. You do not need to worry about him anymore."
"No! This is what was foretold! He is in Midgard now!" He yelled with clenched fists.
"And he is my wolf." I growled at him.
He reared back in shock. "You…"
"Me." My body tensed up. "You may be a god. You may be my battle brother. But you will not hurt my wolf."
He tensed as well. We stared at each other for a long moment. His hand opened slightly and lifted from his side. The hammer flew into his waiting hand. My own hand reached up to brush the blade of Dáinsleif when he suddenly relaxed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Hmph." He snorted softly. "I will not fight you."
I dropped my hand. "… so are we good?"
He grinned. "Yes. Though I am angry that you did not see it fit to inform me and my father of your long lived life."
"Well, I didn't know I would be living this long."
He circled around me. "So… you are a werewolf with a world-ender as your other half…"
I grunted.
"How have you been, Fenrir?"
Tell him he's a fucking cock muncher! He shouted in my mind.
"You're a fucking cock muncher."
"Eh- what? I-" he started laughing. "I guess I deserve that!"
"Hey, excuse me? Um… Thor, god of thunder? Like… Thor? God of thunder?" The white wolf said.
"Yes. Hello." Thor replied as he turned to him. "Not often I come down here anymore but I would think that my people would remember me."
I grinned at him. "As if. We're old, Thor. People don't even think of us anymore."
He chuckled and patted his beer belly. "Fair point. Let's get a drink some time."
"Oh, I actually know a place. I got a new recipe."
"Really? Your mead was already better than what we have in Asgard. Is it better than what you used to make?"
"Aye. Quite a bit, actually!"
The white wolf interjected again. "Hello?! Can you guys not act like this is normal?"
We both turned to him.
"Thank you!" He said. "Okay… so you are Birger Age?"
"In the flesh." I teased him.
He grunted. "Nice to meet you, Grandfather. My name is Frode Age."
"Sup, Frode." I nodded to him a turned back to Thor. "Thor, Frode. Frode, this is the god of thunder, Thor."
Thor stuck his arm out and grasped Frode's forearm. Frode mirrored his action.
"Hmph. Good warrior." Thor said.
"Thank you…" Frode said with a bit of confusion.
"So… you are a descendants of Birger Age, but you guys don't know each other?" Thor asked.
"Yes… no! I'm his grandson." Frode said.
I scoffed. "We're like, ten generations of descendants off. You don't know me."
"You are correct. I don't." Frode said as he turned to Thor. "But who is Birger Age?"
Thor paused for a long moment. He frowned in thought. "He is a battle brother. A friend. Family. The best warrior I've set my eyes on."
Frode's eyebrows rose as he turned to me. "You have quite the reputation amongst our gods, grandfather."
I grumbled under my breath. "Quit calling me that."
Thor chuckled. "It is true, though."
I grunted. "So you guy have issues with rogues."
I said it more as a statement. From what I gathered from Selene, it was a large-scaled issue, rather than being condensed to the US alone. It's a complicated subject.
If I had to guess, I'd say it had to do with the meeting that was held between the 7 continents major packs. I'd bet money that Rosalind and Isaiah said something about removing the killings entirely from the packs.
Idiots.
I've never been to the pack meeting. It didn't have a proper name. People just referred to it as THE pack meeting. Every 10 years, the leading packs of each continent met on neutral ground. They discussed the future and what should be done to provide for the future. Typically it involved brokering trade routes and information and anything in between. Sometimes they decide to change laws to make them more human and less… outdated.
Frode nodded hesitantly. "Yes. We will bring it up to the other packs in a few days."
I looked at him in confusion. "Of the European packs?"
"No, the pack meeting is due in 4 days. The location was decided last week. It'll be here."
I grinned. "And you are the one in charge of the European packs?"
He nodded with a similar grin to my own. "My pack does not need an alpha."
"But the other packs do." I finished.