Ulf
273 Words
Ulf
Do you smell that? My warrior brother, Haakon, nudged me. We stood outside the abbey, waiting amid the ranks of the Berserkers to claim our prize. The woman we’d waited over a hundred years to find.
Our mate.
What do you smell? I asked, using the private link that connected his mind to mine.
A scent like… flowers. Blossoms.
I sniffed the air. The scent was spicy and pungent. But there was a hint of floral sweetness.
There, I pointed to a wing of the great stone building, at the foot of a tall tower. The scent comes from there.
But, Haakon nodded to the second half of the building, long and low with a few windows. The main sleeping area is there. That’s where most of the women are.
I grunted. As we watched, our Berserker brethren broke down the door of the building Haakon pointed at. The warriors rushed in to claim the precious treasure hidden inside.
“We must wait,” I told Haakon. “Thorbjorn ordered us to keep watch for any guards.”
“There are no guards. These fools don’t know what treasure they possess,” Haakon snorted. “They do not protect these women. We will take them, and keep them safe.”
Glass shattered outward, showering the dark lawn. Warriors leapt out of the dormitory through the windows, now carrying small white bundles in their arms. Spaewives. Women with a magic deep inside, magic that would break the Berserker curse. Some of them screamed, some cried, some cursed and fought. By the end of the night they’d all be claimed as Berserker brides.
“Enough waiting,” Haakon hooked his axe into his belt. “Let’s go.”
Following the floral scent, we ran forward to claim our mate.
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