“I´m sorry,” she said.
“Why are you apologizing to me?” Wolf asked. He walked over to her and massaged her shoulders and she bent back her head. “This is not your fault.”
It is. Everything will be my fault.
“Feels like it is,” Freya said. “I feel like I´m failing to do the one thing you asked me to do.”
He laughed a little and she heard a sensual roughness in his voice.
“So eager to follow my wishes?” he asked, as if it pleased him. “Since when?”
Freya scowled. “Since a couple of days ago maybe,” she murmured and Wolf straightened, looking even bigger than he was.
“I like hearing that,” he said in her ear and she shivered. His touch traveled down her arms, clasping her wrists and he brought her closer to the wall.
“Will you let me try something? It may hurt a little.”
“I…I guess”, Freya said nervously when he placed her hand against the wall. She gasped when her hand started to turn icy blue and continued all the way up to her face. It was cold and uncomfortable but it didn´t hurt.
“Can you manage?” Wolf asked and she nodded. “Then listen closely.”
Confused she did as he asked but she could hear nothing. And then a little voice came and she sharpened her ears until it grew stronger. Freya thought that it was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard.
“What is that?” she asked Wolf.
“It´s the frost singing.” He sounded reverent and Freya pressed her ear closer to the wall. The voice was gentle and caressing and yet authoritative and protecting and she began to hear some of the words. She didn´t understand them but she tried singing along, first clumsily but then she picked up the melody and eventually she and the frost were singing in unison. Wolf stopped breathing but Freya didn´t notice. And then the wall slowly gave away, showing a hidden doorway.
Triumphantly Wolf pushed the portal open further. “Watch your step.”
Freya followed him down the spiral staircase and tried not to sneeze from all the dust. The air was moist and cobwebs with no spiders were everywhere and it was so dark she had to hold on to Wolf.
Unlike the rest of the castle that was white and crisp, this looked like a true dungeon. The bricks were so old they would probably turn into powder just from being touched, causing it to feel as if both the walls and the roof could give away, crushing them any second.
“What if this is a trap?” she asked and Wolf let out a sharp sound as if she was absurd and she scowled. “Don´t laugh, you said it yourself that this place hasn´t been opened in centuries.”
“Not a trap,” he said and then they were at the bottom of the stairs. The room or more like the cubicle they were standing was rounded and very
small.
A wooden table was placed in the middle with only one candle burning. Freya wondered who lit it, until she figured that it was probably always just burning since it wasn´t flickering. There was a scripture on the table that looked so old it was a miracle that it hadn´t crumbled. Some words were written on it in a language that Freya couldn´t read.
“What does it say?”
Wolf frowned, inspecting the paper more closely.
“Wryfell is killed by the Law of Three,” he began. “One, he must be made mortal. Two, all his heads must be severed by the Perqunas Axe. Three, he must die by his own hand.” Wolf nodded to himself, murmuring the words as if trying to remember them and then he set the paper on fire.
“What are you doing?” Freya gasped.
“The enemies cannot get a hold of this knowledge. Not even Wryfell himself knows how he can be killed. He believes he is invincible.” He sounded as if the victory was already theirs but Freya wasn´t as sure.
“He might as well be. That sounds nearly impossible, turning him into a mortal and then having him cut off his own three heads. I don´t understand how it will be done.”
“Wryfell could be tortured into taking his own life.”
“Then it will need to be some serious torture. Wryfell is one of the most powerful immortals that´s ever lived.”
“Still, he´s not invincible,” Wolf muttered to himself.
“What about the Perqunas Axe? The last time it was seen was hundreds of years ago.”
“But it has been seen,” Wolf said, refusing to let go of his vision. “Which means it can be found. I will need to talk this over with Dorian the Dark. We will need to regroup, figure out what to do with this. The Vila´s must also be informed.”
Freya grimaced. She didn´t particularly like the Vila sisters. They had a stuck up attitude just because they could do crazy things with the elements. She disliked all of them, Elessia, Rinala and Kimora but especially Kimora, whom she always had been a little afraid of.
“Must you really?” Freya pouted. Not liking Wolf to be in the company of the gorgeous Vila´s. “Maybe we should leave them out of this. Let them fend for themselves.”
Wolf looked amused.
“The Vila´s are our allies. And it is crucial that the Second Realm stays protected.”
“Because if not, then two down is dangerously close to three.”
“That´s right,” Wolf said and then he gave her a peculiar look. “You´re not jealous of the Vila´s, are you?”
Freya shrugged reluctantly.
“Most males can´t stop going on about how beautiful they are.” Most males were also deadly afraid of them because of it.
“I´ve never noticed,” Wolf frowned. “And I will take a god over a Vila any day.”
“You´re just saying that,” Freya said but he grabbed her hand, placing it on his shaft and she gasped.
“Am I?”
She smiled up at him as he shot her a heated glance, before releasing her. He poured frost over the fire on the scripture that had now turned
