Norse Wolf Rising Rosie Chelsea-Black

8

"Shut the f**k up you asshole, it wasn't my fault she vanished from the face of the disgusting earth you love to play on!" My son loves to poke the wolf, showing the pack he isn't just my first born and heir, he wants to prove to the pack that his heart is as black as the fur covering his body in wolf form.

Snarling and baring my teeth, my body is at its full six foot eight inches tall when in human form. Legs astride while my chest is puffed out, shoulders back and head held high. The energy radiating from my body isn't missed on the rest of the pack, they stand back lowering their heads waiting for my wrath to be released on this pup. A pup of my bloodline yet still a pack member who is wrongly challenging a decision I made in regard to Rosie Chelsea-Black, our Alpha and mate to Mikkel.

Lower lip curled, my fist clenched tightly and in his face before he has realised just how far his defiance has stretched. With his body thrown back from the hit, my right hand reaches out to grab his black t-shirt. Pulling him forward my head connects with his as my left leg raised, is thrust into his stomach. Throwing him away from my body he lands on the wooden floor then slides to the end of the Great Hall where his head slams with such force into the brick wall that the brick shatters and crumbles around him. Shifting into the wolf form my howl of anger bounces off the walls sending a thunderous vibration into the foundations of the Temple we are in. Running towards the pup, my wolf form lands above him, straddling his body with my front paws digging, in order to remove the shards of brick, stopping when I see the flesh of his neck. The artery in his neck is pumping hard with adrenaline and blood. Licking my lips, my eyes rest on the pumping of blood in his neck, he fights back with his lower body knowing it will not do him any good to remove his neck from my line of sight. Ignoring his legs struggling to kick my ass and back, my tongue licks my lips again allowing the tension in the room to feed my anger and ego. With a speed humans can not fathom, my teeth are locked on his throat waiting for the cry of submission. Like hell am I going to release this pup until he understands where in the pack he falls. So f*****g what if he is my blood, he is pack first, son second. Hell only Fenrir knows just how many kids I have, he was lucky enough to make it this far in his life. Let me explain something to you all, we are a pack of wolves with a high s*x drive. I am sure you will learn more about us as Rosie continues to tell you about her life.

"ULMER!" the hackles on my back raise, the tingle in my body acknowledges the unspoken order from Mikkel, my Alpha. Just because my soul recognises the order, doesn't mean I am going to follow through right away. I am the second in-command, Mikkels right hand man and blood brother. One of the Original Pack members, my heart and soul are as black as the galaxy and I will NOT allow this seed on the floor to disrespect me again.

"Don't make me talk to you like a dog, you are above that vermin." His tone may sound bored, I know better. Releasing my hold, I can see the blood drops releasing from the puncture marks. Satisfaction flows through me but I would have loved to have taken his life instead. Just because we are pack and blood related, does not mean this pain in the ass gets away without a lesson on his place in this pack. Turning my back on Storr, yes, I did turn my back knowing he can't take me. No, that isn't arrogance it is a bloody fact. Walking towards my Alpha with my head slightly lowered and tail down, my body transforms back into the naked body of my human persona. Standing there before Mikkel I nod, then walk over to the built-in wardrobe where with casual movements I dress into dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

"What the f**k happened down there?" Mikkel asks the important question while we all take our seats at the round table. A table built by the dwarfs to piss off Fenrir. If King Arthur wished to pretend his Knights were important enough to sit at a round table then our pack certainly deserved the same.

"The b***h hid herself after Ulmer here decided to f**k her. Should I call you father, sperm donner or Ulmer. I must after all learn my place." Storr is going to get more than a death if he keeps this up, I will send him to Hel, she will make sure he regrets every ounce of life I gave him three centuries ago. Ignoring his tantrum my attention returns to Mikkel.

The roar vibrating around the room is deafening, his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing the life from my body is the only indication Mikkel has moved from his seat. His eyes are as red as the blood flowing through a human's veins, drool dropping from his lips, the curl of his lip showing me his canine teeth are elongating is all that I need to know he may just be a little pissed off with me. Yes that is sarcasm you just read.

"You f****d my mate?" with the last word from his lips I thought my last breath was taken, for all of two seconds, then he releases me.

"Not with my body brother." he hears the honesty in my voice, sees the glint in my eye.

"Pretty Boy is staying on earth for another hundred years." Mikkel shoots his eyes to Storr, ensuring he knows HE is pretty boy. "His submission will be shown in full to ME or he will be exiled to New Orleans as a f*****g human" his eyes shoot to Storr ensuring the warning can not be misunderstood.

Storr finally understands his version of a joke was not received well with the Alpha. He pushes from his seat and walks to our alpha with his head bowed. "I will not apologise for my word, the Fenrir Pack do not apologise to anyone for our actions. I WAS taught better by Ulmer." With those words in the air, he turns his head presenting his neck. Mikkel takes the offering and bites him deep in the neck, holds his teeth deep in the artery carrying the life force to Storrs' brain. He draws blood then pulls away. Licking his lips enjoying the taste of the blood, he nods then walks back to his seat and waits for Storr to take his seat.

"Earth is a s**t hole, New Orleans is worse than going to Jutenheim." Storr shudders at the thought of his banishment while the rest of us roar with laughter.

*******

After the table meeting, Mikkel and I enter the main Temple, disrobing we stand before the statue of Fenrir, our father, then shift into our true body. While standing on all fours covered in our silky black fur, our blue eyes look up to the statue of Fenrir. After nodding our acknowledgement we take two steps away from each other where we stand with our backsides facing each other and howl to our father, think of it as calling up daddy for a chat. Once we have howled twice, we remain in position. Heads raised looking to the roof of the temple, tails held high, backs straight with our hackles slightly raised. A ball of black and white appears between us, we fight to keep our eyes open because even though we can not see this ball itself, the glowing from the bright white light is brighter than a car head light.

"My boys, how I have missed you" Her voice is still as calming and melodic as the first day I heard it. Her fingers pass through my fur sending nothing but love and acceptance through my body and heart. Once she has completed her exploration, yes she always explores our body when we call her. Our mother always appears along side Fenrir when we call him, it's as if she doesn't trust our father to be alone with us. She stands in front of me, takes my snout in the palm of her hand then lowers her head to place a kiss on the bridge of my snout. Leaving me feeling like a human male after his first s****l experience, she repeats the actions on Mikkel.

It is then we hear Fenrir's blood thirsty howl and we shift into human form standing before our parents in nothing but the human skin on our bones.

"Where's your mate Mikkel?" Fenrir doesn't beat around the bush

"New Orleans!" For some reason Mikkel has never referred to Fenrir as 'Father' and I still to this day have no idea why. Mikkel is the eldest child to Fenrir and Nótt. The last time I heard any formal parental acknowledgement from Mikkel towards our father was back in the eleventh century, even then it happened in a blink of an eye.

"Mikkel, she has to come home." Nótt stands beside Fenrir their hands linked while she looks upon my alpha with love and compassion. "She needs our help before the ceremony, if the Meleki pack keep her from you." her head shakes with sorrow. We both know what will happen no one more than Mikkel.

"Yes mother!" he snaps at her which is an indication the pressure is getting to him. Since we were pups, we were raised with stories. We now know them to be prophecies, one of these prophecies (or Mother calls them, the truth) is that we will use our bodies to breed with the opposite s*x, however when our one true mate is known to us we will only want her. We will want her with a passion that may overwhelm her, but she is our true mate, the only female who will show us the light and there-fore balance the darkness we live in. If our Alpha has to go another year without s*x, I am sure Odin will order his demise, which will not only lead to something greater than Ragnarök. Not wanting to dispute the human history books, Ragnarök has not happened. The gods simply left the humans. Odin allowed his ego to get the better of him when the humans turned to Christianity so of course the humans assumed the end of the world for the Norse Gods had accrued. It has been a year since Mikkel has sunken his c**k into a female. If he doesn't mate with Rosie soon, the humans will see a world war like no other. World War two was nothing compared to the hell Mikkel will bring. Rosie belongs to the Fenrir Pack, she is the true mate of Mikkel, once she learns her place... well that is another story.

Fenrir snarls then swipes his paw at Mikkel, allowing me to jump to one side with a smirk on my face. Fenrir will never kill us, he has a little love for us but we are all that stands between the prophecy being fulfilled and his life behind the scenes. Mikkel growls back at Fenrir, not as a challenge but as an apology for disrespecting Fenrir's mate and our mother.

"Give me the update, let me see if I can find a way to help you, my boy." Nótt takes a seat on the lower step of the dais (yes Fenrir's statue is on a bloody dais instead of a throne). Shifting back into our human form so we may speak with our mother we kneel at her feet resting our heads in her lap. Considering our ages, she still has a way of making us feel like little pups/kids again.

"Ulmer and Storr have been setting traps for her, they are taking girls with a resemblance to her when she was their age. Storr is treating them with 'kindness'. Using his 'Movie Star' charm on them. Ulmer has been following her, allowing her to discover his scent but he f****d up. She saw the two of them together and she saw him as a human. We can't get her into our trap, mother." The sound of my brother, my Alpha, sounding defeated is something I do not wish to hear again. Growling my displeasure at him, mother slaps my head then grabs it between her hands. "You're the f**k up, not him." Hearing my father laugh, sends shame through my body

"Yes mother." Is all I can say.

"The answer is simple my sons. Send more of the pack to New Orleans, set up a Garage and establish your club in New Orleans. She will come my loves, she will come"

Nótt's idea is a great one, so great she has unwittingly made me feel like a fool. I am Ulmer. The wolf who can set traps, manipulate humans into war and chaos. The Beta feared among other packs around the earth and Asgard, couldn't come up with a long term plan to trap Rosie Chelsea-Black. Mother has unwittingly made a fool out of me, the snarl of anger buried within me must remain inside my body. Disrespecting the goddess Nótt is punishable by death, it doesn't matter if she is our mother.

"Go start the chapter again, deliver the children back to the witches and begin your new plan." We don't bother to show our shock that our mother knew the girls were witches, after all she knows all. She is goddess of night and day, goddess of dreams, so she would have seen all we have been doing.

Mikkel and I place kisses upon our mother's cheeks, nod to Fenrir then leave the temple with our tails between our legs, in a manner so to speak, and return to our quarters to discuss the next stage of our plan. I do know one thing, the kids will not be returned, we do have a reputation to uphold.