A god belonging in Ice Falls? Had she told the others, they would have choked with laughter and wrung the neck of a mortal just to show what they thought of that. god´s belonged in the water, in moving water that was alive, not in a place where the water would turn to ice. And she didn´t belong here, she knew that because she belonged with Philip
“Are you sure that the frost is right?” she asked but he just gave her a curt nod.
“The frost is always right.”
Not this time.
“How many other females have you brought to this place, telling them that the frost says they belong here?” There had probably been hundreds of them, witches, Vila´s and nymphs, each more beautiful than the first and crawling all over him. Wolf had probably had a whole harem here.
“None,” he said to her surprise. “It has never happened before and I´ve never brought a female here.”
Freya supposed that she was a bit flattered but then she tried ignoring that thought. Why was she allowing another male to flatter her, when the only man for her was Philip? She tried to think about how Philip had flattered her, saying that she was an honest woman and would become a good and submissive wife… Suddenly Philip´s old compliments seemed tame and dull and she grew annoyed…
“You could have warned me about the cold,” Freya told Wolf as they began pushing through the snow. Wolf seemed indifferent and had no problems, appearing to glide through it.
“You´ll be warm soon enough.”
Freya doubted that. She doubted anyone could be warm in a place like this. It was beautiful, of course surrounded by a rich birch forest, covered in frost that glittered alluringly. But there were no rivers…
“Wolf,” she began carefully and he turned around. “I can´t be away from water for too long. I need it like you need air to breathe.”
He shrugged.
“I will fill a bath for you to splash around in, once we´re in the castle.”
Splashing around in a bath? He made her sound like a duck.
“No, you will not,” Freya gasped. “And I meant what I said about the water, I need rivers or oceans or streams.”
Wolf frowned.
“You will not go near those things. I know you will try to escape the first thing you do.”
“I won´t.” She really wouldn´t try to escape, not now when she would get use out of this whole situation.
“Tell it to someone who hasn´t seen what you´re like,” he snarled, and then suddenly went motionless.
“Why did we stop?” Freya asked, when they were deep in the forest and surrounded by tall birches. He didn´t answer just shot her a stern look. “Did you hear what I said…”
“Silence,” Wolf snarled.
How rude, Freya thought. If this was how he was going to act, she was already starting to regret being civil to him but then his hands shot out and he reached behind him. What was he doing…?
Freya froze from terror when something huge that smelled rotten flew over her head, hitting the tree behind her with a blast, almost breaking it in half.
A Ogres!
“Get behind me.” Wolf pushed her away so that he stood between her and the Ogres.
The creature that looked like a bald and very ugly version of a male turned to them, the Ogres´s small eyes in it´s sickly grey face fixated on Wolf. It clapped its huge jaw with pointy teeth, coming closer and Freya started to panic. If it screamed both she and Wolf would turn blind, deaf and mute. She should run, why wasn´t she running…?
The Ogres rose from its hunched position until it was a towering creature from nightmares. Wolf charged sliding in the snow until he circled the Ogres and grabbed the broken tree trunk, immediately turning it into ice. The Ogres´s mouth opened and Freya braced herself…
She stared in shock. The tree trunk was shoved so far down the Ogres´s gape that it exited his belly and chained him to the ground. If Freya had been a mortal she would´ve snapped a picture. The other god´s would have never believed her otherwise.
“Impressed?” Wolf said in a bored tone of voice as he went to stand next to her. There was no blood splatter on him and his hair didn´t even look messy. He hadn´t even used the sword by his side!
“Um…” Freya said, still shocked. “Yeah.” She shook her head. “How were you able to do that…I´ve never seen anyone…” And then because she was too stunned to hold back. “That was just so…wow.” A prideful and mighty expression showed in Wolf´s sharp features. Was his chest swelling…?
“And you were so fast, that Ogres didn´t even have a chance.”
“Usually I draw out the struggle, torture them a little.” A ruthless flash displayed in Wolf´s eyes. “But then, those times I didn´t have you with me.” He looked at Freya like he wanted to touch her, eyeing her hair and her glossy lips but then he turned around and continued walking. “It is good that, that happened. Now you´ve seen for yourself that you have nothing to fear, you´re safe with me.”
Chapter Six
Freya sighed inwardly. Where were you two centuries ago, when I truly needed someone like you, she thought. She decided to tease him a little.
“It was just one Ogres. What would you have done if there´d been several?”
“The same,” Wolf said confidently and then looked worried. “I didn´t know your senses were that weak. You didn´t even notice him coming.”
“My senses are not weak.” Freya sulked. “And the only reason why I didn´t notice was because he was hunched over and hiding behind your gigantic frame.” She shot him a critical glance, even though he was right. Her senses weren´t that good and usually that functioned as a natural protection against stronger species…but if that Ogres
