http://slow.writerscafe.org/wolfeea12 The original writings of author A.L.Exley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995174 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 At the first light of dawn, I was on my feet. Thankfully the storm had stopped, leaving only the lingering smell of rain. The air was crisp, but bearable in my fur coat. While keeping an eye on the trees for any sign of Fenrir’s warriors, I journeyed outside the cave to get a better look of wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2095497/ Sköll heitir ulfr,er fylgir inu skírleita goðitil varna viðar,en annarr Hati,hann er Hróðvitnis sonr,sá skal fyr heiða brúði himins. The words were as familiar to me as the beating of my heart. They told the story of Skoll and Hati, two wolve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2095493/ “Earth sounds absolutely amazing!” Debryn beamed. Sigyn shrugged. “I guess, but there’s a lot of problems that go along with it.” “We have that here too. All the drama with the royal family was just…ugh. But that prince though…” “Thor?&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2094357/ For the next couple of days, Sigyn tried to follow the King’s advice. She continued with her daily routines, trips to the library, market, her work at a farmer’s stable, and back home, where she only dared herself to practice highly restrained magic, so the worst thing she broke was a g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2094355/ In one plane of existence, I was racing through the trees, slipping on mud as icy rain pelted my face. One another, my mind was thinking about lies. Like the time when I was young and asked my mother why I was able to shift, and she gave me the story of my father sneaking the potion to me. The thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2093393/ Loki rode through the street in his Odin-guise, towards the sounds of the greatest commotion. One of the market vendors was throwing a water bucket over a pile of straw bales. Nearby, a boy sat in the middle of a small crowd as they helped him with what looked like really bad burns on his legs. Of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2091936/ “I don’t need an active search party,” Loki said as Odin to the guards around the table. “He isn’t dangerous, but if he dares to step foot in the palace, you are to immediately imprison him. He’s not to be trusted, either. I’m afraid Loki may have placed him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2090719/ “You didn’t even tell me who you are,” Sigyn said, struggling to keep up with the stranger. “That’s none of your concern.” Loki pulled his hood up to cover his face as they walked onto the shiny cobblestone street. “You tried to kill me, I think you owe me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2090717/ Sigyn was disappointed Odin hadn’t given her any new advice, as she felt hopelessly stuck in her current skill level. The practice was only slamming her face with constant reminders of her poor magic ability, especially now that the Queen was no longer there to help. But she didn’t dare .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2090716/ With his father and mother gone and brother off protecting the realms, Loki learns keeping Asgard from falling to ruins is a bit harder than it seems. He gets help from an unlikely Midgardian source. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2090711/ There were a few times in my life where I could say I was truly happy. The closest I could get was when I was alone, like the night I laid under the dancing stars of the Sølvefalske night sky. I liked this place a lot better than home: here, things were alive and vivid. The air was clean and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2088060/ By the time the party actually started, I was exhausted from the set-up work. I couldn’t wait for Ylvana to show up so I could yell at her for skipping out on me. She probably won’t even come to the ball; she’s told me before how boring it was, and at the moment I couldn’t d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2087835/ Chapter 5 Ylvana: The Crows “My cabin is down the road,” Firyali said. “Meet me there at nightfall. If you’re not there, I’ll find you and drag you back by your hair.” “Sounds good. I’ll see ya then,” I said, branching away from her towards the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2084800/ I let Firyali ride Frostbite since I had my own set of four legs. Shifting was as easy as dropping onto your hands and knees, which spontaneously turned into paws. Around here we laughed at Midgardian tales of werewolves screaming as claws ripped out of their fingers. Humans were so dramatic. The gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2083719/ Three years later My paws bled and throbbed as I pounded forwards. Gnarled tree branches raked my ribs, but the caws growing louder behind me reminded me I couldn’t stop. I could only run deeper into the black forest. It didn’t matter what was hidden in its depths; what pursued me was wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2083718/ Sutherlands The sharp ends of the dead grass scratched my skin, but at least I was alone. Until someone called my name.             I sat up to see a burly man march towards me decked in metal armor. His red beard gave him a frown, and his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2083703/ Sølvefalske When I woke on that last day in my own room, I tried to go back to sleep. My naive thirteen-year-old self thought maybe staying in bed would cancel the plans. This lasted for an hour until my stomach groaned for food, and I dragged myself to the kitchen where mom was cooking break.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2083702/ In a mythical realm, two kingdoms have battled for 900 years, praying for the gods to put an end to the suffering. Their saviors are three teenagers: a wolf, an outcasted prince, and a future queen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/2083699/ Chapter 21 Jay: Wolf pups are so easy to--never mind."I don't suppose you know anything about babysitting?" I say to Ylvana.She shakes her head. "I don't like kids. Puppies and kittens are so much better than human kids.""Besides," Pine cuts in, "they probably won't give us much trouble."Pine is rig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1887805/ Chapter 20 Wolves don't take kindly to strangersThe wolves yellow eyes gleam through the night, growing more intense as they get closer. A woolly grey wolf emerges from the treeline, flanked by two more wolves. I know there are more hidden in the tree line. I'm shivering, but not from cold. Their mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1887804/ Chapter 16 I blackmail a goatThe Gods must be smiling on us today, because we travel through the valley without incident. No crazy cougars, or egotistical weasels. We see the occasional grizzly bear, but we keep our distance, and they don't bother us.Pine and Jay chatter happily, while Luna perches .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1887803/ Chapter 12 Jay; No pressure--okay, a little bit of pressure.Okay.  I look across the valley. The light is quickly growing dimmer, but my wolf vision sees just fine. If we keep on going straight, we should meet a river. We can either---Good grief! Whats burning?I whirl a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1887800/ Chapter 11 The Weasel gangI bite back my laughter."Excuse me?" I say to the weasel."You heard me, Snowflake," the weasel says. "This meadow belongs to us."Snowflake? Rude. I'm not even completely white; the tips of my fur are silver."Us?" Jay asks the rude weasel.Right on cue a whole band of red wea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1887799/ Chapter 5 We've come to a decision . . . sort of.I hold the wooden doors open for them as they walk in. The room is dark, with only the gentle light of the hearth and the torches to illuminate the towering bookshelves that cover the walls.We stand around a round, wooden table with a giant tree desig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1887796/ Chapter 3 Home sweet. . . Home?The first place I think to look for Alex and Chris is a little meadow in the woods. It was like our own little secret garden. Sometime's we'd spend all day there, talking and playing games.But when I reach the meadow, there is no one here. I shift into a wolf, and try .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1887794/ We got there too late. The only sound that echoed off the rocks of the fjord were the clomps of our horses hooves as we approached the village. The hilt of my blade weighs heavily in my hand. Drengr walk slowly around, picking up weapons, aiding wounded, and putting out fires. I slowly get.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1836017/ "Uncle, you can not give them access to the lake, we get half of our fish from-""Then you should not have left!" He snaps. That icy tone coming from my jolly uncle surprises me. Kari and Jerrik glance back at us nervously. Even Fagr nervously shakes her main, and the cow gives a low moo. "In my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1820126/ "This is a bad idea, even to me," Kari said. That was saying something, she was the most reckless of the three of us. Our horses walked slowly through the forest, beneath the bright green canopy of the white birch tree's. The grey sky was darkening as the sun sets. My horse, Fagr, nickered with nerv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1812557/ The impact of our blades caused my arms to shake. Calder fought with his usual ax, and I, my sword. His swings are well aimed and unpredictable, but I wasn't backing down. For four miserable years, I've been training with Calder. Being his only female student, he loved to humiliate me in front .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1812285/ "What treasure's did you find?" I look at Uncle Bjarni with wide eyes. The whiskers around his lips peel into a warm smile. "Aye, there was enough gold coins to swim in. They stacked them all away in some dark tunnel beneath the monastery. We collected all the crosses, and came up with a hundre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1812025/ Brother Gilbert looked out at the North sea. The sky was grey, matching the calm mist that rose off the waves. A gentle, salty breeze wafted up, and played with the brown fabric of his robes. He rested his elbows on the stone railing of the monastery wall and sighed. This was his first break in a lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1812005/ As Europe suffered during the middle ages, a stranger from the North invaded there shores. These men and women were seen as viscous barbarians, but perhaps that is not all to them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1812003/ Chapter 9 If Ylvana's alive, I'll kill her.Even though I got little sleep the previous night, I decide to go for an early morning horse ride. The castle feels much more cheerful as the first rays of sunlight dance in the windows, but I do not feel any better.I stop by the kitchen to grab a piece of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1808393/ Chapter 2 Who needs stairs?Luna looks at me with wide black eyes."Are you serious? After I just told you the village is under risk of attack from the Fenrir Warriors, the first thing you say is you want to go down there?"I run over to my wardrobe and grab some clothes. "That's the reason I'm going. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1808093/ PrologueThere are 9 realms of Norse Mythology; realm of humans, gods, elves, and other creatures. But what the legends don't say is that there is a 10th realm. At the end of the Middle Ages, the wolf of the sun, Skoll, decided to create this realm as a safe haven for humans. Using the power of 24 Ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1808078/ Chapter 27 McNeil shows a 'shocking' display of powers. Not daring to move my leg, I twist my body to look back up the slope. It is easy enough to walk up: but not with a broken ankle. To make things worse, the rain is starting to come down harder. It will be dark soon, and colder. I need help... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787696/ Chapter 26 Miria: Nice to see you too---not really.Compared to our other days of travel, today was the easiest. Chris and I rode through the forest with out any problems. Until our map get's stolen by a cardinal. We were already lost. Chris had been careful to make sure we were going west by ob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787695/ Chapter 25 Eitri McNeil is actually a crazy old cat-loving wizard When Bodolf starts leading us towards the Hvitrfjella mountains, I get a little nervous. This is the last place I wants to go. I have just spent the last three days trying to get out of there. But he assures us that he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787692/ Chapter 24 Mess with the wolf, you loose your pants.Every Warrior in the camp goes quiet. Their eyes are wide as they stare at the forest, and their bodies are tense as they prepare to grab their weapons. One by one, Bodolf's pack emerges from the treeline. The Crows are not scared of the wolves, bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787688/ Chapter 23 Ylvana: Out of the frying pan, into the net.I force myself not to look back. Jay is where he belongs, and it's time I am too. But do I really want to go back to the castle?I know the moment I get back there, I will be locked up and maybe never allowed to go outside again. I will be surrou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787685/ Chapter 22 Miria: nightmaresAlex's eyes stare at me with horror. Her hands and arms reach out for me. I can't move, I can't rush in to help her. She disappears beneath the waves.I kneel on the river bed in agony, praying Alex will come back. Mist starts swirling around me. Somewhere nearby, wolves h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787684/ Chapter 19 Ylvana: We miscalculated the difficulty by a lotThe soft grass tickles my underbelly as we walk. Jay and I are completely silent: scanning the field with our eyes, listening with our ears, and picking up scents on the wind. I can just barely detect Luna and Pine, who ar following us at a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787682/ Chapter 17 Jay: What comes up must fall down---painfully.Ylvana's goat-wrangling skills were impressive, but I admit; it was the strangest thing I've ever seen. I am glad it worked. We are out of the mountains and only had one more obstacle to go.We all peer down the side of the mountain."This is it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787679/ Chapter 18 Miria: The fallen hero "There has to be another way!" Chris yells over the roaring of the rapids.The cawing in the distance is growing louder, making everyone panic, especially me; I'm the one they're after."There is none! Either cross here or we all become bird feed!" Alex yells bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787677/ Chapter 15 Ylvana: Our guide is a bird-brained idiot"Jay!" I scream. That is all I can do; and it isn't much. It doesn't stop his body from tumbling into the lake. The water erupts as both Jay and the cougar hit the surface. Then, all goes still."No," I gasp. The wound on my shoulder stings, but it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787676/ Chapter 13 Miria: The land of mosquitoes and agony.How's this trip going? It's freezing, I can't feel my toes, and my rear end hurts. We've been riding non-stop all day through thick, uneven woodland. I seem to get smacked in the face by every dumb low-hanging branch in this forest. I think I'm gett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787673/ Chapter 14 Jay: Yes, I'm afraid of cats. Ha-ha.I wake up, and find Ylvana missing. Pine is still there, and Ana's cloak is still around us. I have a brief moment of panic. Then, I realize Ylvana is drinking from the nearby stream, and I relax. I get up and join her. The air is starting to warm, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787671/ Chapter 10 Ylvana: I am smarter than a rabbit--I swear!That stupid bird finds me in my dreams again, and this time it brings friends. I walk through the village, searching for my mother and my friends, and seeing no one. Instead, a whole murder of Crow's and Raven's erupt from the log cabins and swa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787666/ Chapter 8 Miria: Story timeI lay in bed, starting up at the ceiling. All I can think about is Ylvana being out there in the storm.Rain pings against my window, intensifying with every gust of wind. Lightning lights up my room for a split second, then a low boom of thunder shakes the walls. I am not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfeea12/1787661/ Chapter 7 Ylvana: Stranger DangerI slip in the icy mud and hit the ground hard. 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