“What´s that about?” Freya asked with annoyance and he lowered his voice.
“Just a safety precaution.”
“Not again,” Armmie groaned. “This is getting torturous.”
“He won´t do anything,” Freya assured her. “Isn´t that right?”
“That depends entirely on you.”
Freya grimaced and dipped into the water. When she got up again droplets of water kissed her rouge nipples and the ginger curls between her legs and Wolf stared as if transfixed.
“What has she done with him?” Armmie whispered to Dasha.
“Don´t know, don´t care,” Dasha answered. “As long as she keeps him away from here.”
Her words saddened Freya a little who had expected them to be a little happier to have her return.
“Have you heard the newest news about the battle of the Three Realms?” Freya asked as she washed her hair.
“What news?” Cass asked, glowering at Wolf. She was probably worried that he would destroy all the fun again. “All I know is that Wryfell and his creepy siblings are trying to bend us under their will.”
“Swarog is in the First Realm.”
Armmie gulped some water. Out of all of them she was the one who scared the easiest.
“How do you know that?” she asked with fear in her voice and when Freya gave her a meaning look, she nodded. “Got it, insider information.”
“Exactly,” Wolf said sternly. “Insider information, Freya.”
“I have no secrets from my god sisters,” Freya lied. In fact she wasn´t sure why she had told them. Maybe she deep down wanted to impress them. Maybe because she had never fully been part of them and perhaps she had in some ways wanted just that.
“We´ll keep our lips sealed,” Cass promised or promised was a too strong word. Whenever god´s didn´t have anything other to do to entertain themselves with, they frequently turned to gossip.
“Then I guess you haven´t seen him,” she continued and they shook their heads in unison but Dasha´s eyes twitched.
“Your guess is right,” Armmie said who was now floating in the river. She peered up at Wolf. “Aren´t you dying from warmth in that fur?”
Armmie ignored Dasha´s angry whisper that she shouldn´t provoke him.
“I am always cold,” Wolf said but gazed heatedly at Freya.
“So you´re basically like a walking ice box?” Armmie said with her chin in her hands and then threw a halfhearted empathic look at Freya. “That can´t be easy for you.” But then her eyes danced over Wolf. “Although, I can understand how you can manage…Ouch…why´d you pull my hair?”
“Oopsie,” Freya said. “I thought it was an eel.”
“Right,” Armmie said angrily, shooting her a murderous look and Freya glanced at Wolf who
seemed brasher than ever before, making Freya blush and she turned around so that he wouldn´t see.
“How long do you plan on keeping Freya with you?” Cass asked Wolf.
“For as long as I want,” he said and for some reason that didn´t alarm Freya. She didn´t know if it was because she would leave him regardless of whether he wanted or not or because she had grown accustomed to the idea…fantasy…future that would never happen…
“But what if that would be forever,” Cass asked challengingly, questioning him further and his eyes turned intent.
“Then she will be with me forever.”
I won´t, Freya thought and for some reason she felt a need to apologize to Wolf and she noticed how guilty she was feeling for what she was going to do.
“That´s nice,” Cass said absently but then she pointed at Freya. “But there will be no more fun and games for you, missy. No tickling, no slippery sloping mortal men and no drowning them anymore. I don´t know how you´ll be able to put up with it.”
“She´ll put up with it gladly and easily,” Wolf said. He bit down on his cheek and a muscle ticked in his tightened jaw. He looked at Freya with judgement but she shrugged. That was what god´s did, although Cass was right that she wouldn´t be doing that anymore and it sounded like a dream.
“Heck, she never liked doing those things anyway,” Dasha said as if she´d read Freya´s mind. “Perhaps this is for the best.”
“What is for the best?” Freya asked.
“That you´re leaving us and never coming back,” Dasha said and then cautiously turned to Wolf. “I have to say I´m relieved that you settled with Freya. I don´t know what I would have done if you had decided upon Armmie or Cass.”
Wolf didn´t answer but he gave Freya a quick look and she thought that she could see some compassion in his eyes. Was Wolf feeling sorry for her? Freya felt a lump in her throat. She was embarrassed by what was happening. It wasn´t as if she had expected them to throw a party but this?
“I think it´s for the best too,” Freya said. “I was getting so sick and tired of you anyways.”
Armmie, Cass and Dasha looked at each other with those secretive, condescending smiles that Freya hated.
“Were you really?” Cass said with her perfect eyebrows lifted. “Then why did you come back?”
“I shouldn´t have,” Freya said. “This was a mistake. Clearly.”
“So leave,” Dasha said. “What are you waiting fo…aaaah.” She didn´t manage to finish the sentence before the water around her turned into ice, as did the rest of her body. Only her eyes were moving, panicky shifting from side to side.
“No,” Cass and Armmie shouted in unison, trying to escape but failed miserably as Wolf turned them into ice as well. Their eyes stared at Freya in fear as if they were screaming for her to help them.
“Decide,” Wolf said casually and Freya pretended to think.
“Hm, I don´t know,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “I could always tell you to release them but since they were so mean to me, I might decide not to.” They fired both vicious and pleading glances but Freya just smiled at them.
“I guess I´ll be the bigger god then, as always. Release them.”
Wolf did
