Into the...Wolf's den? {Eva}

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

"Holy cow! Is that your HOUSE?" Eva's eyes almost popped right out of her head, as Wulf pulled the Hummer down his driveway. When he'd said 'mansion,' she hadn't really thought anything of it; she'd been a bit distracted by the impending demon apocalypse and her scary-angry husband. But now that she was getting her first look at the place...holy cow! And choco cookies! It was HUGE!


Pulling back from the window, she rubbed at the small nose print and continued to stare as they finally stopped in front of the house. Hell, forget house; this thing was it's own state! It made her little apartment above the pizza place down the block from the diner look like a walk in closet.

Without waiting for him to say anything, she pushed open the car door and stepepd outside. Like a child, she craned her neck to look up at the very top of the roof and couldn't help the shocked smile she gave the tipsy top.


Oh, to have a house like this one. If the inside was as beatiful as the outside...hell, if the kitchen was as beautiful as the outside, she was never going to leave. For a moment, she forgot about everything. It was so darn easy to pretend that a charming man had whisked her off her feet and brought her to his personal...country.


"It's beautiful," She breathed, looking at a particularly colored window. She blinked, seeing a face staring down at her from it, but it was gone in a second. Okay, talk about the mood being broken. Crossing her arms over her chest, she cleared her throat a bit awkwardly and looked over at him again, an apologetic smile on her face.


"Sorry about that...I don't really get out much, as you can tell. You have a beautiful home. It's...really big. And so ornate. Are those carvings up on the rafters?"

In the time spent driving across town and then hitting the freeway to his family mansion, Wulf had never once given thought to what her reaction to it might be. To him, it was simply home and a place to lay his head down when he needed to rest. Sure, it was big but his clan was fairly good sized and they constantly had need of extra rooms when other shifters needed refugee. Her expression though... It made him pause and look up himself.
Wulf: What he saw was still his home but also a place that had become precious to him and his. It was a sanctuary and a place of peace in a land that was far from their homeland. In the backyard, there was even Scottish soil brought over for the simple joy of knowing it was there and ancient artifacts could be found everywhere inside.


"Aye, I suppose it is beautiful," he said, looking back at her and thinking that the same could be applied to the woman. "I built it a century ago when we first came to this land. It was wild and unsettled then and perfect for what we needed. My brothers and I bought up all the land around here and then built this house with our bare hands. Over the years, we've expanded and modernized it but the foundation is the same. Blood, sweat and phyiscal toil went into making this dwelling a home."


That said, he shook himself and headed for the door. With a quick glance behind to make sure she was following, the viking warlord beat a path up the sidewalk but was unsurprised when the door opened before he got there. Garrett, one of the family servents from way back greeted him with a bow that set Wulf's teeth on edge.


"Garrett, this is Eva.. She will be staying with us for a spell.. Please see to it that a room is prepared and that she is given anything that she desires." When the servent beamed a smile at his companion, the shifter relaxed a bit and then patted the old on the shoulder. "We will announce ourselves. See to your duties, ol' man."

When the servent nodded and eased away, Wulf turned back to the woman. "What would you like to do first? Rest? Eat? The house is yours to do with as you like... I"m afraid it will take some time for my men to gather and my sister is at the office. Her mate, Banning, should be about however so don't be scared if you see a tall, blond Celt running around that looks nothing like me. Hes the ugly one of the family"

She nodded, a dreamy expression on her face as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I remember those days," She said softly, lips curling softly as she pictured her homeland in all of its glory. "Things were so much quieter, then. More peaceful...even though wars were breaking out every other minute. It's different, isn't it? Now, compared to then."


Following him into the mansion, she had to stop and gawk at the foyer. Yup, it was official; she was never leaving. That whole 'box under his bed' thing was now a permanent thing. Running her fingertip over the rungs in the stairs as they passed, she hurried after him when she caught his inquisitive glance. Right; she could drool over fixtures another time.


But what she saw next, when she returned her attention back to the man in the foyer was definitely a surprise. The older man, obviously a servant by the way he was acting, seemed happy to see his 'master.' On the other hand, said boss seemed to be disliking the show, and Eva had to bite her lip to keep from smiling. The man did have that kind of aura; the one that made everyone around him stop what they were doing and take notice. He was just so...commanding, yet in a way that demanded respect. Hell, the first time she'd met him, she'd been half tempted to curtsey. And give his boo-boo a kiss.


She blinked as the thought skated through her mind, with 'and the other one too' right behind it. Wow...that was weird. She really didn't understand what was going on with her. Maybe it was his...animal magnitism? The fact that he was an actual knight in shining armor? Either way, she was feeling...strange around him. It had to stop.


With a big smile, Eva gave Garrett a little wave when she was introduced. A laugh escaped her at the mention of his brother-in-law, and she glanced up at the top of the stairs. Had that been the face she'd seen in the window outside? It had to be.

"I don't want to keep you, if you have matters to attend to yourself, sir," She said, once again feeling the urge to bow. Rubbing at her arms absently, she looked around them curiously.

"But if you have a moment...would you give me a little tour?"
She paused, then added. "We could talk while we walk, maybe. I could answer your questions now, instead of waiting for your associates. I might lose my nerve."

As introductions went, Wulf thought he was doing a very good job of showing how civilized he and his clan had become. There were no bones or carcasses laying on the front lawn and it was obvious that the butler took pride in keeping up the house. Still though, he couldn't keep himself from glancing around with unease as if skeletons would suddenly jump out of the closet or something. For some strange reason, it was important to him that this woman approve of his home and everything in it.


And that realization did NOTHING to his sense of well being.

Torn between the need to put as much distance as possible from her and himself and wanting to be as close to her as her own skin, the Viking warrior ran a hand through his long blond locks. He detested this feeling of limbo but he had no idea what to do about it. Something about her pulled at him and he knew even if he'd WANTED to... He couldn't have left her to fiend for herself. He was a man and she stirred desires that he'd thought long dead. The wolf inside was awake and it wanted her. Wanted her in ways that would probably send her screaming in the other direction as fast as her little feet could carry her.


That only made the predator inside smile. "Run, Little Red, Run"
it seemed to say.

When she turned those amazing eyes upon him again, it took Wulf a moment to bring his thoughts back to reality. He suspected that his eyes had partly shifted to wolf so he glanced away and cleared his throat a bit before answering. He should be getting back to work. He had a mess load of responsibilites and he didn't have time to be pandering to one little female. "Theres nothing pressing. I'd be happy to show you around." came the words out of his mouth and for a moment, he didn't even recognize them as his on.

Crap? Had he just said that? Then he heard himself continue.

"We can start on the east wing... Most company stays over there but you will be staying in the west wing. Its better protected with the family having rooms there." And my room is there and i want you near me at night so i can fantasize about what it would be like to feel you beneath me were the words that he finished with in his mind.


Son of a bitch. He was in so much trouble. If he was smart, he'd call Banning and turn Eva over to him to look after. Then again, he thought, glancing down at the woman... His best friend my just scare the hell out of the poor woman even worse. Kaera's mate was still... adjusting to this modern world.


"This way." he barked, his voice a bit crisp from his inner debates.

Without waiting to see if she would follow, Wulf prowled towards the ornate set of spiraling stairs that were built like something out of a castle keep and climbed them with a steady pace that he thought she could keep up with. "The downstairs area is full of parlors, dens, my office and other rooms set aside for meetings and such. The kitchen too is located on that floor. The second floor is for more guest rooms and most of the single bachelors. My brother Brom keeps a room here along with Tyreese for when he stays and another brother, Erik Kincaid. The third floor west wing is my sister Kaera and her mate, Bannings. We thought it wise to give them their own space after ... well, lets just say there are sides of Banning and my sister that I dont' need to see....." he tossed back, a little grin playing about his lips as he talked about his family. "My rooms are on the fourth floor also...."

Eva couldn't help but blink in surprise, when Wulf turned his face toward hers and she met a pair of slitted eyes, rather than the usual blue. Was he shifting? Did his kind have to do that on a daily basis, or something? Oh no, what if she'd upset him? And that was triggering some kind of change? A little flutter of panic started up in her chest for a moment, and she thanked Whoever for the opportunity to fan at her now reddened face when he turned away from her.


Deep breaths, Eva, she told herself with a mental shake. The big, intimidating Council Head was not about to eat her for lunch...though, the heat in those pale eyes told a different story. Had she imagined that, or...no, she wasn't going to think about it. Especially not now.

"I don't want to cause any trouble," She said automatically, while something inside her started to get warm again. She would be sleeping in the same wing as him...why did that seem to risque? And why did it conjur up the image of her sneaking into his bed? She just knew he'd have dark, satin sheets and a very large bed.


Giving herself a pinch, she let loose a strangled gasp/cough and pretended to pat her chest with a muttered 'dust.' When he started talking about the others living in the west wing, she couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that he cared a great deal about his family and she caught the way he subtely relaxed. A laugh escaped her as he mentioned his sister and her husband, and shook her head in amusement.

What would it be like, to have a family like his? She'd had one once, but it had been so long ago, she couldn't remember the feeling. Trying to keep up with his brisk stride, she clasped her hands in front of her and looked up and around the hall. "It sounds like your family is quite close. That's good; you don't normally see a lot of that, nowadays. You're a lucky man, Mr. Fenrisulfr."

Lucky. Yes, he was a very lucky man. He'd never really thought about it like that but what she said was true. He'd watched worthy men fall to enemy forces over his lifespan and he supposed that it was only by luck that he hadn't met some assassins blade. Luck, skill and wit. And some damned loyal men at his back. Men that were now family by luck and in some cases.. Birth. It gave him pause as he looked down at her and then waved her up the next flight of steps.


"Yes, indeed I am." he said thoughtfully."Time hasn't been without its casualties though. Of a large family, only myself, my brother Brom and my sister, Kaera yet thrive. Most of our clan is dead and buried and we've had to take up residence in a foreign land in order to keep our secrets. Modern technology has become a thing of beauty and of discomfort. People start getting suspicious after awhile when the same families die and come back looking so much like their ancestors that they could be identical twins. With things such as digital pictures and the internet... We've had to become adapt at hiding in plain sight without raising eyebrows."


Reaching the second floor landing, he paused briefly to consider before leading her down the east hall and opening various rooms so that she might see inside.


"These are the guest rooms. The servants keep them ready for emergencies and we've always got people popping in who are in need of a bit of rest. Although our home is generally not well known, we do have various... friends... who should up now and again. Our security, however, is top notch and it requires an act of a god to get in without one of the family letting you through the wards and gates. I'm sure you saw the gates we went through on the way here... We live on 500 acres of ground and we guard it well."


When they finished the tour of that wing, he lead her back down the hall to the west on and pointed out various taken rooms before reaching another set of stairs that lead upwards to the third and fourth floor. The third floor he skipped over with a vague. "Banning and Kaera's floor.... They have a bedroom, a den, an office for Kaera's work, and a huge game room for Banning. If you can not find one of the family on the other two floor... Theres a good chance that they are with my brother in law here... Just knock before you enter any door and you should be fine."
Wulf: That said, he lead Eva up the next set of stairs and into a a hall filled with deep mahagony wood and thick rich burgundy carpeting. "And this.. This is my suite. My bedroom is here..." he said, pushing open a heavy oak door and giving her a glimpse of the inner sanctum filled with deep, dark decadent tones that matched his inner male aura. A huge sleigh bed rested against the far wall and balcony doors were thrown open as if to ask in the sun. The light filtering in revealed the pure masculinity of the room and there were black silk sheets turned back on the bed.

When he mentioned the ones he'd lost, she couldn't help but reach out and give his arm a squeeze. She knew about that kind of loss; she'd never seen any of her family again, after being taken down to Sagan's realm. It had taken her almost fifty years to get back to earth, and when she'd had, she'd learned that time and war had ended her father's bloodline. There was just her...and she wasn't sure if said blood was as pure as it had been. Was she even still human?

The question rang in her head until it ached from it, and she was grateful when the shifter began speaking again. Letting her hand drop back to her front, she nodded in agreement when he spoke of the evils of the newer age. When they reached the guest bedrooms, Eva couldn't help but start to gawk again. Holy cow, each one of the rooms were the size of her apartment!


"I know I said it before, but...your house is amazing," She said, practically skipping after him as she took in the interior of his home. It was one thing that she particularly enjoyed during her excursions; witnessing the new buildings being put up. Call her strange, but architecture, both modern and old, fascinated her. And given the Fenrisulfr history, the mansion seemed to be a mixture of both the past and the present, and she couldn't help but drool over a few particularly intricate moldings. Oh, if only she had a camera!


...And maybe a box of tissues to wipe up some of that drool, she thought a few minutes later. How did she guess that he'd have black silk sheets and a large bed? For a minute there, she was confused as to why he was showing her his bedroom and the thought made her insides quiver excitedly. It was a very disturbing feeling, and the urge to turn around and flee was almost too much to withstand. But ignore it she did, instead crossing her arms over her chest and focusing on the wood moldings around the ceiling. That would take her mind off things, no problem!


"I think your bedroom is as big as my entire apartment," She said, forcing lightness into her voice, when all she wanted to do was turn around and run. Though, she had to wonder what his wolf would do, if it saw fleeing prey...


Giving her head a little shake, she forced her brain to remain in the present. Looking up at him, she forced a bright smile. "Somehow, I knew you'd have black sheets. It must be a man-thing. You said my room would be on the second floor?"

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

Wulf was beginning to think he was some kind of masochist. Why the hell had he brought Eva up here and then showed her his room? Was he a glutton for punishment or something? Eva wasn't the type of girl who just jumped into bed with a guy and for christ's sake... She was for all intents and purposes.. Married! He didn't do married women. Ever. It was his major rule of thumb because the drama that came with them was way to much to deal with. Not to mention, he just didn't care about any of the enough to risk it.

Right up to the moment Eva had blown into his life and set his world spinning.

Some instinct told him that this woman was his. His in ways that his inner wolf acknowledge and it chaffed at the restrain his human side maintained. It wanted to lick her all over and cover her with his scent. It wanted to claim her in ways that he'd never felt towards another female. His human side wanted much the same thing but had the self control to restrain his eager beast. Letting the animal loose now would only scare the poor woman to death and he wasn't ready to see the back end of her. At least, not in the effect of her running from him in fear. A little chase would indeed be fun but only if it was to the consent of them both.


Images of himself pouncing on her and taking her among the wildflowers of the forest made his breath quicken and he literally had to restrain himself from moving towards Eva. Bracing one shoulder against the oak door, he gripped the doorknob so hard he suspected it would bare finger prints before he cleared his voice and answered as calmly as possible.

"Yes, I did say that.. However, I think that you'd be safer down the hall from me. There is a spare bedroom up here that has never been used and your welcome to it. That way you will not be disturbed by any unlikely visitors."

Pulling away from the door, he turned on his heel and proceeded down the hall. Passing one room, he indicated his office which was wide open and full of books and dark furniture. "I do a lot of my work in there where I am home.. If the door is close, knock.. Otherwise, feel free to borrow a book or anything else you might need."

That said, he continued on. Towards the end of the hall, another door sat to the left and he reached down with a click and opened it. Inside was a huge bedroom decorated in warm, bright tones. Two sets of balcony doors opened out on to a breathtaking view of the ocean and the surrounding woods. The mansion sat not far from a cliff edge so you could see miles along the coast and the breeze that rolled in smelled of sand and surf.

"I hope you'll find this to your liking.... My staff chose the decor...."

Wow...was it stuffy in there, or was it just her flaming face that was generating all the heat? Resisting the urge to fan at her cheeks, Eva couldn't help but take two steps into the room. She'd been right; his living quarters were as manly as he was, and the scent that floated on the air reminded her of...wide open spaces. Of the woods and of him. The image of the tall blond standing in the middle of some untamed wilderness, hair flying in the wind and smiling defiantly out at the storm around him came into her mind just then, and she was half tempted to take a peek into his. Would she read...something of interest, in there? Would she see that he was thinking of her?

Just that thought made her stop and put an extra mental lock on her coveted gifts. Her father had liked to call her sisters and herself his 'gifts from the Gods,' as each of them possessed their own unique abilities. Sometimes, she wondered if that was why Sagan chose her; his need to sire children with her psychic powers and his demonic blood. A shiver ran down her spine as an image of her enraged husband replaced the challenging grin she imagined Wulf sometimes wore. Talk about something to spoil the mood...


Wrapping her arms around her middle again, she followed him out of the bedroom. She couldn't help but glance back over her shoulder, at that large, inviting bed, and was grateful for the solid 'click' of the door being shut. How improper of her; staring at a strange man's bed! Her cheeks proceeded to redden yet again as she cast her eyes down to the floor, only looking up when he started to speak again. The office that she showed her was as masculine as the bedroom, and she resisted the urge to comment on it. His mention of books had a bright smile come to her lips and she had to pull herself away from the door, lest she crane her head to see the titled spines as he closed it.


When they got to 'her room,' Eva was just about to start hugging one of the hallway walls. She'd said it dozens of times before, but his home...it was beautiful. Now, all he needed was a couple dozen rose bushes and colorful flowers, and the place would be a definite home.


That just about made her choke on air. A home for who, exactly? It was already Wulf's and his family's...who else was she expecting to stay there? The question sobered her, as she moved into the bedroom and turned around in a circle, taking it all in.


"It's beautiful, just like the rest of your home," She said, after a minute of dwelling. Forcing another beaming smile onto her face, she turned toward him. "I can't thank you enough for helping me, Mr. Fenrisulfr. I've been running for so long...is that the ocean?" Excitement replaced the dark humor from moments before and she quickly turned toward the balcony, hurrying toward it and catching herself on the metal railing. The wind pushed her hair back from her face and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the salty air.


And then, as she'd been expecting ever since that moment in the bar, Eva found herself starting to cry. It started slowly; tears building up in her eyes and a lump forming in her throat, but after a few seconds, she was covering her face with her hands and hunching her shoulders, wishing like hell she could shut the balcony doors and hide until she regained her composure. Poor Wulf; he must think her mad!

"I--I'm sorry!" She managed to say, wondering for a moment if he'd fled on first sight of her tears. "I just...I...Gods, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Ahhhhhhhhh Hell. Now he'd gone and made her cry. That realization only succeeded in making Wulf feel like the biggest heel on earth. He wasn't used to being around ladies of good birth besides his sister and she could growl with the best of them. With a sudden panic, he tried to figure out what he might have done wrong only to have her words stop him in his mental tracks. Was she actually...Apologizing to .. him? Blinking in confusion, the huge shifter stared at her for a moment as if she'd lost her mind before moving hesitantly forward to pat her back awkwardly. His large hand moved heavily at first until he realized that he was probably knocking the wind out of her and then gentled to an almost feather light caress. Before he knew it, he'd pulled her around and his arms encircled her with a gentleness that belied his large frame. "Easy Lass... there is no need to thank me. I've done nothing for which to be thanked. Any man worth his salt would seek to aid a lass like you in her time of need. That is why we males exist. To protect and serve the weak."

Which was true to his mind .. If not the modern world. He'd been raised in a time where women were indeed the weaker sex in accordance to muscle and battle skill but Wulf knew that when it had come to his home.. His mother had worn the crown. She'd been the queen of the lodge in fact while his father had been the muscle. The ancient shifter often thought that the reason he had not been able to find a mate was because there were no more like her. Untill Eva had blown into his life like a little force of nature.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, Wulf felt his whole body tense. Mate? Eva? Was he seriously contemplating this female in THAT nature? His inner wolf gave a definitive howl of agreement and the shifter felt the need to beat his head against something. He couldn't ever do anything easily now could he? OH NO. He couldn't trot off and happily find one of the many single women who'd thrown themselves at him over the years. Oh No. His inner wolf had to go and decide that its mate was an Aztec princess who just happened to be MARRIED to a freaking DEMON LORD. AW, yeah.. this one really outta set his siblings to laughing their asses off.

Either that or make them wanna skin him alive.

Because no matter how light Wulf made of it to Eva... THe fact that he was protecting her was no doubt going to lead to a war. He was sure the council would side with them but even if they didn't... He'd made his own promise to the woman and he would see it done. As such, his brothers and allies would stand behind him to the end.

With that thought still ringing in his head, Wulf looked down at the dark head in his arms and let out a small sigh. Even with war looming on the horizon, he couldn't find it in him to let her go. His arms seemed to fit naturally around her as she cried and he was reluctant step away. Protectiveness unfurled inside of him for this little woman and he could no sooner have turned away from her than he could have parted the seven seas.

"Enough, lass....It pains me to see your tears. You are safe here and I will hear no more thanks...Be at peace..."

Everything just seemed so ridiculously right, there enclosed in his arms. She felt things she hadn't felt in a while; safety, contentment, relaxation. Every time she left her husband's world, she entered into a game of cat and mouse. There was no rest, no comfort, no real happiness when she was in this world, surrounded by people she desperately wanted to be like. There was just a brief reprieve from the abuse that she recieved, day and night, from the Demon King and his followers. Bah, if anything, she should be quaking in disgust from the close proximity of such a strong, violence capable man...but instead, for those brief few seconds, all she could feel was...nothing. No fear, no shame, no need to hide. Just her. Free.

It was a siren's song that she wanted to hear more of, and for once ignoring the voice in the back of her mind, she buried her face into the front of his shirt. Gods, but he smelled good and felt even better, his heart beating strongly against her cheek. Before, when he tried to comfort her with those awkward 'pats' on the back that had almost sent her flying forward, she'd been endeared, but now...Gods, now she didn't even know what was up and what was down. Just that she never wanted to leave the shelter of the shifter's arms.

Okay, so the 'weak' part made her want to pull back and give his ribs a little pinch, but everything else he said helped her to control the sobs battering at her throat. It took a minute of sniffling and breathing in lungfuls of his scent, but she managed to regain her composure and take a step back...albeit reluctantly. Crossing her arms over her chest, she couldn't meet his eyes for a moment. Instead, she let them travel over his chest and grimaced when she saw the twin wet spots there.

"Oh drat, please say that isn't a silk shirt," She said with another wince. Without a thought, she reached a hand up, smoothing her fingers across the damp stains as if to draw the water from them, then paused and let it drop back to her side. Gnawing on her lip, she forced herself to look up into his eyes.

"I'm sorry...for that. Your kindness overwhelms me and I just wish there was something I could do for you in return. You're so kind to me and you don't even know me. Really, Mr. Fenrisulfr...you are the best of men."

Best of men? Wulf highly doubted it. He'd killed, slaughtered and fought his way to where he was because only the fittest of the beasts survived in his world. He was no ones idea of a white knight riding out to save a damsel in distress even if it warmed his heart a bit to hear her words. No, he was just a grumpy old beast who still held the beliefs and values that had been beaten into him by a regal father and a mother who loved had loved her children with every fiber of her being. Gods, he still missed them.

And he was becoming such a nancy.

Lifting a hand, Wulf ran it through his blond locks and gave her a small smile. "Lass, all you have to do is relax and enjoy your time here and that will be ample reward. I have the suspition that you have not had that in a very long time and I would give you that. Tomorrow will bring what it will but other than the information that you must give us so that we might be prepared.... I want you to feel at home here and not worry about what will or will not happen."

That said, Wulf glanced once more at his watch and then frowned.

"I almost forgot.... You will be in need of some neccessities... If you like, I can put in a call to Kaera and she can either bring you some home or you might advise her on that which you might like??"

Turning his gaze back to her in askance, Wulf offered her a smile as he waited.

She resisted the urge to deflate a bit at his words. Gods, if only he knew how right he was...but Eva Rombar was not one to dwell on hardship. She would look at it straight in the eye, gird her loins and spit in it, she thought as she straightened her spine. She might be on the run, but she was no one's victim...and crying in front of the powerful shifter was the most self pity she was going to give herself that week.

"Oh, please, I don't want to bother her," She protested with a shake of her head. "I can just go back to my apartment and gather my things. I've taken great pains to hide it from any of Sagan's men, so it would be quite safe...and I swear not to come back until I'm not leading anyone to your doorstep."

It was probably a plan that would be quickly dashed by the shifter, who seemed intent on her staying in the mansion, but she had to offer it. The thought of his sister running extra errands for her wasn't an option in her mind; she was already asking enough of them, just by being there. The thought had her glancing back to the ocean and its calm waves.

"Anyway, perhaps you should ask them- those who live in your home, I mean- if my presence here would be welcome. I pose a threat to all of you, afterall...and I owe you answers to any questions you may have about my situation. You'd mentioned an investigation before? I can just stay in my apartment and lay low for a few days and await your decision. Really, Mr. Fenrisulfr; the mere fact that you've been so kind to me is such a balm...I can't ask for anything more."

And there was that woman again. The one who would take on the world if need be if only to keep others from being harmed. Wulf wasn't sure what he'd said to put the steel back in her spine but he didn't like it. Well, the steel was fine but the reason behind it was not. He didn't like that she attempted to hide her feeling behind that wall and he didn't understand WHY he didn't like it... He just knew he didn't and that was all his beast needed to know.

"No, I'm sorry Lass.. but that is not a risk that I'm prepared to take. They found you at hte cafe... Its only a matter of time before they find your apartment. I'd much rather you accept our hospitality that risk any harm come to you by returning. When things are finished, if you wish to collect your things... I will personally escort you to recieve them. At the moment though...... It would be foolhardy to take the risk... ITs really no trouble for my sister to collect a few things and bring them for your approval. Our family owns a fashion line and I"m sure she's got some things...lying around."

That said, Wulf found himself taking her delicate hand in his and rubbing it gently. "As for those of my house, lass.... We are all bound by blood and the sweat of our brows. We vowed long ago that unjustice would not rule our world and its a vow we've all held to. Your case is just another of many that we've taken on and defeated. Have no fear that they will make any other decision."

Without thinking, the ancient shifter reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His glacial eyes glittered with the truth of his words and then lightened as he sought a way to bring back the smile to her eyes. "Besides, why be trapped inside when the ocean clearly calls you? Mayhap you would like to stroll in the sand?"

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

The world seemed to stop turning when he took her hand in his. It was strange; she felt as if she were suddenly...floating, while that same annoyingly warm sensation returned to her belly. What, was she finally getting the ulcer her previous boss at the diner vowed she'd get someday? Or was she hungry? A little voice in the back of her head latched onto that last one; declaring that she was indeed hungry...for wolf.

Which was completely absurd! She didn't have...those kinds of feelings, especially given the fact that her husband was the most insane man in all the known universes. She'd always been too scared to feel for anyone that way, for fear of Sagan hurting them. Then there was the mere fact that the thought of such...oh gah, her cheeks were starting to redden...bedroom things made her twitch. She'd known such pain in rooms such as those and she'd never felt like reliving it.

And yet, there she was; shivers crawling up her back and her breath catching in her throat, the feelings growing a bit stronger when he brushed the hair out of her eyes. His fingertips grazed her cheek and she swore that her eyes glazed over for a second. This was madness! Pure madness! She didn't know him, or what he was capable of.

But she did, that same voice whispered back, catty as always. He took her in without a thought and offered her a safe haven from her bastard of a husband. He even put her within reach of his own blood, something obviously dearer to him than all the world's treasure, without looking into her story. He was brave, honorable, kind, gentle...everything a good man should be.

Which was exactly why she took a step away from him, taking a deep breath of the salty air and clasped her hands firmly in front of her. "You're right; it was foolish of me to think that I could go there alone and not be found. Please, thank your sister for me. I just wish I could do something in return for all of your kindness...perhaps, if you would show me the kitchen, I could make something for you? I'm quite handy with a spatula."

She beamed happily, feeling more grounded as she turned to polite formality. No, there could be no such involvement with the handsome shifter; not while her husband still owned her. When he mentioned the beach, she looked over her shoulder and cast a longing look at the inviting waves, but she needed space between them; to come back down to earth before she floated off into the heavens. Slowly, she shook her head.

"I'm feeling a bit tired, actually," She lied, forcing herself to look up into his eyes. "The events of today have been...taxing. I think I'd just like to rest for a while, then show my gratitude with dinner tonight. Would that be alright, sirrah?"

The woman was lying. Of that, Wulf had no doubt. However, he could see the wariness and the need for some time to thinking things out in her eyes too. Feeling much the same, the shifter decided not to call her on it and gave a gracious nod. He would give her the time she needed and respect her privacy. This was to be her home, after all, and this room her sanctuary from all others.

"As you wish, lass.... I have some things to see to as well so perhaps it is best I get to work. If you have need of anything, there is an intercom on the bedside table and there is security on all the door and windows so you need not be afraid of anyone sneaking in who doesn't have the right. If you wish to see the kitchens down below, feel free to come downstairs and look around. I'm afraid I forgot to show you the first floor in my haste but there are always servants around to help you should you need it."

Giving her a small bow, Wulf turned and moved towards the bedroom door. Pausing by it briefly, the viking glanced over his shoulder and gave her a small smile. It was one filled with ruefulness and other contradictory emotions. "I should perhaps warn you that my brothers tend to be a growly lot so if you should run into one of them in your exploration... Don't let them intimidate you. Simply tell them you are here as my guest and any questions should be directed to me. Brom is as tame as a pup with women but he tends to be a bit of a womanizer too. Hes the dark one of us all. Banning is tall, blond and doesn't speak good English yet so he will probably snarl in Gaelic if you see him. Ty.... Well, Tyreese is a thunderstorm brewing.. you will know him the moment you meet him. Do not be scared of any of them though.. They are a cranky lot but would never lay a hand on a woman for all they grumble."

With that, Wulf left Eva to her space and took some of his own.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

For the rest of the evening, Eva had remained in her suite; content to gaze out at the ocean until the moon rose high above it. The sight was almost too beautiful to withstand, adding to the almost fantastical feeling that the manor gave off. She felt like she were dreaming; that when she woke up, it would be to the sounds of the pizza delivery man downstairs and the smell of roses from her little box-garden on her windowsill. Her mind, fearing this even in its state of unconciousness, pulled itself up from a dreamless sleep slowly, almost cautiously. And when all she heard was the soft crash of waves against the sandy beach and the murmur of movement from outside her bedroom door...

Eva couldn't help but leap out of the bed and rush over to the balcony, sagging forward in relief as she looked out across the waves. It hadn't been a dream! She had actually been brave enough to approach the head of the Council, and he had agreed to help her gain asylum from her husband. Oh Gods, she was safe. For the first time in...she didn't know how long, she was safe.

That was basically when the crying began again- she was really starting to do that a bit too much, of late- and after a few minutes of sniffling, sobbing, choke-laughing and squeaking when a chance hornet flew right in front of her wet face, she managed to force herself back inside her bedroom and get dressed. Wulfgar's sister, Kaera, had dropped by late the other night with bags of clothing. She'd felt so guilty taking them, but the younger Fenrisulfr seemed to happy to help her, that she could do nothing but accept, with the determination that she would repay her back later. She hadn't seen the silent Banning, Kaera's mate, or the aforementioned womanizer brother, but she supposed she would meet them in time.

Especially given that she planned on providing the family with some home cooked meals in thanks of their understanding. Slipping into a flowery sundress and sparkly sandals she'd found in one of the bags, she peeked outside into the hallway and sighed in relief when it appeared empty. The master of the house must have gotten up much earlier, she reasoned, to start off his probably very busy day.

Like a teasing whisper, memories of yesterday popped up in her head; how his arms had felt around her, how tenderly he'd look at her while his fingers brushed along her cheek. She'd wanted to run her own fingertips along the strong curve of his jaw; take a peek inside his mind and see if he felt...anything but honor-bound necessity towards her. It was foolish, almost girlish, but the temptation was still there. And she was still so obviously mad.

Sighing, Eva shook her head at herself and moved out into the hallway. The house was silent, save for some voices coming from various parts of the hall and she started for the stairs at its very end. After greeting some of the servants and being shown the way by a pleasant maid, she finally found the kitchen...and proceeded to gawk.

Oh yeah, she was never leaving this house. Even when Sagan came and demanded she'd come with him...she would cling to that beautiful, HUGE oven right there in the middle of the room. She was in love!

A quick search of the pantry and the the fridge gave her the right ingredients for homemade blueberry pancakes and omelettes, and humming contently to herself, she began to work. Cooking always seemed to calm her and that morning was no different, especially given the fact she was cooking for those other than herself. She went back and forth, from flipping the pancakes to making sure her eggs were as fluffy as they could be; lost in the act, until a voice practically growled in her ear.

"Who in HADES are you?" Came the irritable snarl. With a surprised squeak, she whirled around and blanched as she met the angry gaze of a bald, rather large, muscled man. It was obvious from the way he tracked her every movement that he didn't trust her, and she felt the ridiculous urge to prove herself.

"I--I'm Eva," She said lamely, gripping her spatula as if it could ward him off. "Mr. Fenrisulfr agreed to let me stay here for a short while. I just...um...I wanted to make everyone breakfast. To say thank you."

For a moment, something flashed through the large man's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the same distrusting look. Stalking toward her, the big man snatched her wrist in his and snarled right into her face. "Nice try, lady. Wulf doesn't let anybody in here without some massive clearance. So let's go find 'Mr. Fenrisulfr' and see who you REALLY are."

"Mr. Fenrisulfr" was feeling about as friendly as a rapid dog at that very moment. After a long night of restless turning, he'd finally given up on sleep and taken a run through the forest. Not even that seemed to easy him though so he'd spent the rest of the night making and dis guarding plans for the coming battle. Unfortunately, since that all revolved around the woman upstairs who was currently driving him nuts... It did nothing to sooth his temper.

Tossing his pen down on the huge mahogany desk, the tow headed warlord leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. Rubbing a hand over his eyes, he tried to remember the last time he'd felt this off center and couldn't. The only time he could vaguely remember something of the sort had been when Kaera had been attacked and Banning murdered. The grief and horror he'd felt that day had turned to white hot rage within mere hours and it had only been when the blood of his foes had flowed over his hands that it had receded. He'd taken great glee in hunting the villains down and slaughtering them where they stood.

He felt like slaughtering something now. A certain demon lord to be exact. He wanted the asshole to feel every bit of the terror and agony that he'd inflicted on Eva. He wanted to hear him beg for mercy only to be granted none. In short, he wanted him to suffer a million time over and then die by Wulfs own sword in his gut. Not very diplomatic of him but something that he vowed would very much come to pass.

Deciding that he could do with some coffee, Wulf pushed away from his desk and exited the huge library that was used as the clan's meeting room. His long, leggy strides carried him towards the kitchen and as he went, a delicious smile caught his nose and pulled him forward. Unfortunately, the sight that greeted his eyes immediately dashed that smile. Instead, an instictive snarl rang out and his eyes turned cold.

"Unhand the woman, brother, or you and I will have words." was all he said as he stared at the hold Tyreese had on his woman.

Oh, if there was one time that she'd ever feel complete and utter relief to hear an angry male voice, it would be this one. She'd done her best not to freak out and bean the bald man with her omelete pan, afraid she'd burn him as well as give him a concussion, but it had taken most of her self control. There was just something very frightening about him; how he snarled every syllable and looked at her like he'd have no problem slitting her throat where she stood. She almost sagged in relief when Wulf showed up, eyes snapping hell wrath at his 'brother.'

Instantly, though it was obvious that he didn't appreciate being spoken to in such a way, the big man released her and took a step back. Both hands clutched at her spatula now, and she almost tripped over her own feet to put the counter between herself and the stranger. The man Wulf called 'brother' proceeded to scowl, first at the older shifter, then at her. Oh, if looks could melt faces...

"So, you invited a stranger into your home, without telling any of us," He growled, seemingly unfazed by the other man's obvious anger. "Did you at least check her out? Make sure whatever sob story she told you is true? There are still people trying to take out this family, brother. Or have you forgotten that?"

Okay, so somebody was a picture of paranoia, Eva thought absently as she shifted from foot to foot. She was half tempted to scurry over to where Wulf stood and hide behind him, but she did have SOME pride left in her. She watched the two so intently that she almost missed yet another large, male form appear in the doorway behind Wulf. If not for a flash of blonde hair, she would have completely missed him.

It was almost amusing; how the newcomer, also unfazed by everything that was going on in the kitchen, could walk so calmly up to her. He didn't seem to care that she had a death grip on her spatula and sniffed the air in an almost wolf-like manner. Then, without a word, he moved around her and to the stove, lifting her now well done eggs with ease.

"These are done?" He asked her, completely ignoring the bald man, when he growled at him to stay away from her. At Eva's nod, he flashed her a small smile and pulled out two plates, helping himself to the eggs and the stack of pancakes she'd set on the counter. "Good. Kaera is hungry. Thank you." And with that, he left the way he came.

And some people said HER demonic family was strange. Okay, well, as long as everybody kept Mr. Baldy over there away from her...

Of all the things that he and Ty could have ended up in odds over... A woman had been the last thing Wulf would have guessed. However, the moment his brother in arms released Eva and she'd scurried around the counter, the older shifter had felt his hackles relax. His inner wolf retreated and the aggression in his stance decreased. That is, until Ty spoke and the skinwalker proceeded to piss him right the fuck off again.

"I've forgotten nothing nor have I ever asked anything of this family before. Eva is here as my guest and remain she will. If you have issue with it, your words belong with me and I'd be more than happy to settle them in the same manner" he returned in his icy, cool tone that practically frozen the air around them. However, before anything more could be said or done, the doors behind them swung open and his brother in law amble in, defusing the volital situation with his easy calm. Azure eyes that were almost identical in color to his own glanced between everyone, sensed no threat, dismissed the tension in the air and headed straight for the stove. With less words than any negotiator had ever managed, he took the edge off the atmosphere and helped himself to two plates piled high with food. Knowing that one of those plates was destined for his sister made a smile lighten Wulf expression. If there was one thing he never doubted it was that his best friend almost put Kaera's needs first. She was his sun, moon and stars and never more so than since his return.

Once Banning had retreated, Wulf allowed his one posteir to relax and he moved further into the kitchen with a measured stride. "Actually, it is good that you are here, Ty.... We have some things to discuss and it involves Eva. I am calling a meeting with you, Banning, Brom, Erik and a few others and we will go over details then. I expect that we will gather mid afternoon if at all possible. There are some things you need to be aware of and we will need a plan of action for the coming future." he said with a rich accent that spoke of many a night in the Highlands. "I think you might just find it all right up your alley since your always spoiling for a fight..."


Reaching the coffee pot that sat mere inches from where Eva stood, he shifted her a glance and gave her a slow smile. "I don't know what it is that you have fixed but it smells edible. If my brother did not take all the food, I would be much obliged if you would fix me a plate."

Well, didn't she feel all warm and fuzzy inside when Wulf defended her being in the house. Once again, she had the strange urge to move closer to him...though, this time, it was more along the lines of just being near him, rather than hiding behind his stocky form. There was just a calming property about his person, something that never failed to make her feel safe. She'd only known the man all of one day, but her body seemed to know whom she could trust. Call it instinct or some kind of natural aura about the shifter, but it was the truth.

Ty, for his part, was still scowling all through Banning's almost comical entrance and exit, and continued to do so well afterward. Giving Eva a look that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise, the skinwalker muttered a few choice curses, obviously not liking the icy tone that his brother used. He didn't say anything to his reply or to the upcoming meeting; just stormed out the door that Banning took. Though, not before he snagged a pancake on the way out. Eva saw it as progress.

Though, progress or no, she couldn't help but sigh in relief when the big man left, flinching a bit when he slammed the doors behind him. It took her a minute to realize that Wulf was talking to her, and once his request sank in, she hopped to it happily. "I don't think he took too much; I made extra, just in case."

Happy to go back to doing some mundane work, she snagged a clean plate and piled on the bounty; eggs, pancakes, bacon she'd found in the freezer and a sausage patty. Sliding it to him across the counter, she leaned on her elbows and couldn't help but beam at him. "I hope that's sufficient; I know you men work up a healthy appetite in the morning. I can put some more pancake batter on, if that's not enough."

She paused, tapping a finger against the cool tile under her hand, and shot him a curious look. "And that meeting you spoke of earlier...does it concern me? Er, not that every meeting you call concerns me, because I'm obviously not the center of the universe, but...er...drat," Oh, if only she could press rewind and go back to her question before the babbling started. Straightening, she turned back to the stove and started making a new batch of pancakes. "And I'm guessing that they were the men you mentioned last night? Tyreese and...Banning?"

The woman was freaking adorable when she got flustered. Wulf hid his smile behind a cup of chickory coffee before it set her off on another tangent. She would no doubt thing he was laughing at her and that just wasn't the case. He liked the way the red crept up on her cheeks when she was flustered and the way she waved the spatula around when she talked without realizing she was doing it. Her dark hair danced around her face and life lighted up her dark eyes in a manner that made him wanna draw her close. His lips ached to taste those lips that reminded him of summer fresh strawberries and cup other parts of her that he was sure would taste just as sweet.

Which where thoughts he had no business thinking and made him shift uncomfortably away from her so she wouldn't guess the little vacation his mind had just taken. Damn, the woman was hell on his thought processes.

"Aye, the scary guy is Tyreese and he's snarly to everyone. The only people I've ever seen him nice to are my sister, a hellion by the name Chloe and Eros's daughter, Zoe. Of course, they all give him as good as he gives so I suppose that makes a difference. The blond was my brother in law and best friend, Banning Vuldanshe. Hes totally devoted to my sister and has been since her birth." he said, making his mind focus on something besides how she would fit against him. "Brom hasn't yet come in I take it... Hes the charmer of the family..."

As if called to being by the mere mention of his name, a tall, darkly handsome man wandered in through the kitchen patio doors in athletic shorts and sneakers. A towel was around his neck and an IPOD wrapped around one firmly toned arm. He'd obviously been out for a run but paused when he spied the two people in the kitchen. Glancing from face to face and then grinning, the well built shifter reached up and pulled the earbuds from his ears and greeted them. "Yo, brother.... your ugly mug I'm familiar with. However, i was not aware we had such a lovely lady guest. Introduce me?"

Rolling his eyes at his brothers flatery, Wulf wave in his direction. "Eva... meet the black sheep of the family, Brom. I'm quiet sure my mother must have had a secret lover or something for all of his dark ugliness." he drawled out with a smile that belied his words. "Brom, this is Eva.. she will be our guest for awhile. Now, why don't you take your offending odor to the shower and then meet me in the library in an hour. We have things to discuss."


Arching his brow at Wulf, Brom gave him a puzzled look and then his eyes widened. For a moment he seemed to dumbfounded to move and then he bursted out laughing at what was obviously his own private joke. When his older sibling scowled at him, he raised his hands in surrender and then bowed to Eva. "Its been a pleasure, my lady. If you'd be so kind, save me some of those delicious looking pancakes for later? After the slave driver here gets through with me, I'm sure that I'll be hungry." That said, he gave her a wink and disappeared too.


When they were once again alone in the kitchen, Wulf pushed away from the counter and gave Eva a serious look. His eyes were cautiously searching but his tone was laced with steal when he spoke. "As you've guess, the meeting will be about your circumstances, lass. If its not to much pressure, I'd appreciate it if you'd join us and explain to the others what you've explained to me. One of my men went back to the cafe last night and there were indeed men waiting there. One of the demons was aprehended so we will be about to obtain some info from him on your husbands current wherabouts but any information you can give us will help."

Taking in the pieces of information, Eva found herself slowly relaxing. It was so obvious that the men had that age old bond between them that came from fighting side by side for so long. It made her curious as to how they'd met; Tyreese looked nothing like Wulf and Banning...well, he'd just mentioned that the quiet shifter was a friend since childhood. Were the others his blood family as well? Brom and Erik? She was so tempted to ask, but before she had the chance, yet another figure walked into the room.


Oh, but he had the look of a rogue, she thought with a smile. Giving him a little nod, she slid her new batch of pancakes onto the counter and placed the skillet and spatula into the sink. "It's nice to meet you, Brom," She said, biting back a laugh when Wulf proceeded to insult him. Instead of getting upset, as she would have expected, the other Fenrisulfr just took it in stride and rolled his eyes. How strange, this family was, when compared to the one she'd lived with all these centuries, she thought with another smile. In her husband's palace, everyone lived in fear of executions, which were considered entertainment to those living outside. Most lived to play dangerous games of intrigue, content to make themselves better than their fellows through cheating and murder. But this family? They truly seemed to love one another...even though they didn't show it in a normal way.


It was endearing and Eva couldn't help but feel a smidgeon of jealousy. But then, much to her confusion, something unspoken seemed to travel between the brothers, causing a dark look to appear on Wulf's face, while Brom just laughed. Curious, she shot the elder shifter a questioning look before turning back to his brother.

"Of course; I'll set everything aside and keep it in the microwave," She said, beaming happily. She waved when Brom left, scraping a large helping onto a clean plate and slipping it into the box above the stove.


Hearing movement across from her, she turned around and proceeded to freeze at the look on Wulf's face. Just like that, all of her previous happiness exited the room, replaced by the dread her 'plight' caused. Looking down at the counter, she nodded solemnly. "Of course. Anything that I can tell you...you only need to ask."


What he said next had her freezing in shock, and for a moment, she could only stare at him open mouthed. "You...you caught one of the Guard?" She asked, voice incredulous. "Oh my God, what is his name? You have to take me to him, please. Sagan casts tracking spells on his men, in case they don't check in...spells that would make the soldier explode. Please, you have to take me to him. Please!" Distress colored her words as she hurried around the counter and stood before him. Wringing her hands nervously, she glanced at the door.

God, how he hated being the one responsible for chasing the light out of this womans eyes. If Wulf could have taken the information she'd given him and run with it, he would have. Unfortunately, there were others who would need to her the information straight from the horses mouth, so to speak, and if he had any hope of convincing the Council to back him in this coming war... He was going to need every advantage possible. The situation was a volatile one and the shifter couldn't afford to go into it haphazardly. Not to mention, he was a man of war and had spent years devising and revising strategy plans. He never went into any situation without a plan a, a plan b, and most definitely a plan c. He had contingencies for every contingency.

This time would be no different. No different at all.

When Eva opened her mouth and panicked words started to flow form her, Wulf quickly put his hands on her arms and forced her to look at him. His blue eyes glowed with determination and without thought, a hard raised to cup her cheek gentely. "Never worry, lass.... No harm has come to him." he said, leaving out the definite "yet" that would happen if the demon didn't talk. "He's under magical lock down without the council quarters. No kind of magic can be used in, around or within the protected sectors. I suspected as a demon lord he might have some sort of trap for just this sort of thing... He didn't count on me and mine though. He is not the first demon we've delt with and I doubt he will be the last so... please, cease your fretting!"

Tilting her chin upwards, Wulf forced her to meet his gaze and it was as if the whole world had stilled. Nothing existed for him outside those warm honeyed depths and before he even realized what he was doing, his lips caught hers in a kiss that damn near burned him alive even for all its chasteness.

Rocking back on his heels, Wulf could only stare down at her with glimmering eyes as his world shifted on its axis and his breath caught in his chest. "Lass..... As much as I should probably apologize for that.... I"m afraid I'm not that damned good of a lier."

With a snort, Eva shook her head rather violently and gave him a scathing look; just a peek at her own temper, though she normally kept it under wraps. "You mistake my meaning; I could care less if you tear him limb from limb!" She practically snarled. "He's one of Sagan's men, and Sagan only sends the black hearted bastards into this world, because they don't mind killing innocent people to get to me. I just need to make sure you know about the magic self-destruct button. Believe me; I've seen how much damage it could do."


Images of a burnt cornfield flashed into her mind, as well as the smoldering bodies of the sweet couple who had taken her in during the 30's and she winced. Only then, did she realize that he'd somehow materialized in front of her, so close that every breath she took brushed her chest against his. And...oh good Gods, he was touching her. When her brain finally figured that little nugget of information out, heat practically exploded in her belly and color flew to her cheeks.


She froze under those pale blue eyes and the look in them. Her common sense screamed for her to do something; move away, start babbling, faint...anything but stare up at him like a rabbit who'd just caught sight of a predator. Was this how rattlesnakes snagged their meat, she thought absently. The image of herself with a fuzzy tail and Wulf with sharpened teeth managed to unfaze her, but then he did the most unexpected thing of all.

He kissed her.

The world melted away, then, until all there was, was her body pressed against his, and the feel of his soft lips against her. The kiss was gentle and short, and she found herself leaning after him when he pulled away. Her voice practically dripped with the same surprise she felt, as she forced her eyes to focus on his face. "No...you don't have to apologize. I...I mean..."

Her eyes were entranced on his lips as she trailed off. There was a voice in the back of her mind that was practically begging her to move away, but her body refused to acknowledge it. She forgot about the danger to their lives, the absurdity of being attracted to such a powerful man, and the fear that he would turn out just like her husband; all she could see were those chickory-flavored lips.

Before she could think better of it, she found herself standing on her tip toes and pressing her lips to his, almost awkwardly. She had never been tutored in...well, anything, really, and it showed as she pressed her palms against his chest and leaned into him. Gods, he smelled good...and just for one moment, she wanted to feel just as good. Just for a little while...

And so it went that the king badass of the Fenrisulfr clan fell. Not by the blade of an enemy sword. Not by the blow of an enemies mighty fist. By simply the kiss of a beautiful woman with honeyed lips and a gentle smile. A man of tradition and culture, Wulf knew in that moment that Eva was his Helena. Her face might not of launched a thousand ships but it was enough that he would gladly go to war for her. As long as he had this prize to look forward to in the end.

As she stood on tiptoe and completed the circle of magic between them once more, it was all Wulf could do not to scoop her up and pull her hard against him. He wanted to feel how perfectly she would fit against his frame and his body strained with desire for her. Only long years of brutal self control kept him from picking her up, tossing her over his shoulder and taking her to his room so that he could taste her in all her glory. As much as he wanted to do those things, he sensed that she was a novice in the ways of love and his passions might scare her. She was a gentle lady and as such, deserved to be courted and feeted. Not drowned with his lust.

With that in mind, Wulf eased back but allowed his hands to linger upon her shoulders. A gentle smile played about his lips as he gazed down at her and then lifted her chin. "Lass.. with a kiss like that... A man would be tempted to do many a crazy thing... I'm an old wolf whos lived a long time but never have I felt such a burn as this. I think I shall keep you if its all the same to you....Its a time honored custom to my people and if I have to slay your husband to do it... Then so i shall."

That said, he pulled away and turned towards the exit as if he hadn't just staked his claim. "I shall gather the men.... Tis time for battle plans."

Though it galled her, Eva couldn't help but whimper in protest when Wulf pulled away. God...that kiss was enough to melt her brains and make her jump him right then. She'd never taken much pleasure in the act of sex, given...well, the obvious reasons, but the fire in her belly practically BEGGED her to drag him to her room and have her dirty way with him. It was confusing, exciting and scary as all hell, and when he pulled away, she was actually half tempted to catch him by the ears and yank him right back. Maybe there was more demon in her than human, nowadays.

It took most of her self control, but she managed to keep herself separated from him, with only a flicker of irritation to show how...frustrated she suddenly felt. It helped that he hadn't pushed her away entirely- part of her brain was practically balking at the way she'd just...tongue-mauled him like that- and she took a deep breath of his scent, letting it was over her, calm her. She looked up into his eyes and couldn't help the chuckle as he compared her to Helen.

"Keep me..." She repeated on a murmur, resting her hand over one of his currently holding her shoulder. Oh, if only he hadn't mentioned her husband; all of that lovely warmth seemed to drain from her, until all she felt was a bone deep weariness. "I hope it won't come to that...but if it does? I hope I'll be there to watch you cut his head right off."


The words were simple, not said with any kind of anger or vehemence, but she knew the meaning would be the same. She had to appreciate his ability to move from kissing the daylights out of her, to thinking of battle strategy...though some of her pride was hurt by how easy it seemed for him. Maybe later, if the moment ever arose again, she would make it harder for him. Much, much harder.

It was with such determination that Eva found herself sitting in a large, masculine study, facing the other main members of the Fenrisulfr household. Banning was reclining comfortably on a couch off to the side, his arm around the beautiful Kaera, looking completely content as long as his mate was by his side. The bald man- Ty- had arrived afterwards, looking as surely and angry as he had in the kitchen. She'd scooched her stool a bit away from him when he directed a choice glower in her direction; instead preferring to focus on the others in the room. She suspected that Brom would be arriving at any moment, and sat straight backed in her chair, waiting for the questions to start.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

Let the Games begin.

Seated behind his desk with Eva in a seat not far from him, Wulf steepled his fingers and waited impatiently. Although nothing in his manner gave that impression, there was an air of power thrumming through the room that was almost volitale.

And that wasn't even accounting for the attitude radiating from Ty's direction.

Sounds of muffled noise came from the hall and then a low, scottish accent joined the deep rich baritones of Broms voice. As the talking grew closer, Wulf recognized Erik's easy drawl and smiled slightly. Of all the men in the clan, Kincaid was the one most like himself. He had only just found his own mate in the last year or two and his view of things would be helpful. After all, he'd been a cursed celtic warlord for as long as Wulf himself could remember but that hadn't stopped him from taking on the goddess after finding his voodoo queen.

If anyone would stand at his back in this it would be Erik. Banning and Kaeras support was given. He and the other shifter had withstood to many a battle back to back in the old days and that bond still remained true. To assume anything else would be an insult.
Wulf: Even as his mind went over these things, Kincaid and Brom stepped through the door and took up their normal places. Brom wore his typical smirk and it was all Wulf could do not to leap over the desk and wipe it off in a show of irritation. That smirk said that Brom knew a secret that no one else knew and he was quiet happy with the fact. It was a look that had gotten him many a beating over the centuries.

At the moment though, Wulf had other things to think about so he let it go. It could be dealt with later.
Wulf: With everyone gathered, the viking lord so no reason to put things off any longer. Clearing his throat with a rumble, he glanced towards Eva to offer her reassurance and then sent a glare at Ty that rivaled the one he was sending to the lass. Then, he spoke. "Brothers... and sister.... I've called this meeting today because we have a problem and it needs to be solved. At my side is Eva... I believe some of you met her earlier. She approached me yesterday in hopes that I might be able to help her and I've given her my word that I shall. However, because of the fact that it involves you all, I've asked her to recount her story to you so that you might gauge things with your own minds. As my family and clan, you have the right to know what this will entail but I tell you this... Whatever you decide, I will continue to protect Eva and my word stands."

Leaning back in his chair, Wulf met each and every one of their eyes before continueing. "Most of you have known me all of your lives... I have never once turned away someone in need of help. This time.. This time is no different in that aspect. However, I would be lying if I told you that was the full truth. The full truth is that Eva is not just any woman.... And I do not plan to give her up.... EVER."

With the last word directed at a certain corner of the room along with a look, the shifter stood up and leaned over his desk. "I realize that I ask a lot of you with what you are about to learn.... I also plan to go to the council with the information we recieve and ask for help from them. However, I can not guarentee that so you need to think long and hard about your answers before you give them."

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

Well, Eva was definitely feeling the love, as she sat in front of the room with Wulf. It took most of her self control to keep from either bolting or fidgeting like a two year old, but she managed. When Brom walked in with that knowing smirk on his face, her own began to heat up and Ty's glower from across the room really wasn't helping much. It looked as if the bald man wanted to launch her out the nearest window with his mind...which was really nice, given that he didn't even know her! What had happened to him, she wondered, to make him so darn angry at the world?

Clasping her hands in her lap, she glanced over at Wulf when he started talking. When she was introduced, she offered a little wave, but sobered once the conversation turned to her own story. Something akin to the warmth she felt whenever she was in the older shifter's presence came to her, when he vowed to help her despite their agreement, and she couldn't help but glance sideways at him again, this time in thanks.

...An expression that quickly turned to surprise when he proceeded to verbally claim her in such a way that seemed to shock the rest of the people in the room. Holy crap, had he really...he didn't...oh boy. Both denial and a strange sense of acceptance warred in her chest and she stared at him, forgetting for a moment that the others were probably waiting for her story.

"Um...yes," She said a moment later, after Banning cleared his throat and gave her a thoughtful look. Shifting a bit in her chair, she forced herself to look up at those gathered in the room. In a quiet, calm voice, she recounted her story; telling them all about how she'd become the de-facto demon queen, her treatment in her husband's care, and her excursions to earth. When she was finished, she was staring intently at her hands, nervous as to the reaction her story might have garnered.

From his couch next to Kaera, Banning was the first to speak up. "All I have to say is, Miss Eva," The shifter said slowly, obviously choosing his words carefully in English. "You are brave to have survived that kind of life. I am with you, Wulf. I will help protect."

As the story unfolded from Eva herself, Wulf watched everyone in the rooms expressions. On one hand, he knew that they would support him no matter what but he didn't want them to do that simply because they had too. He wanted them to understand that this wasn't just some lark of his and that the cause was true. He hadn't taken this on simply because he was infatuated with the woman, even if he was drawn to her on some level he'd never felt before. He'd never risked his family in the past and he wasn't about to now just for a woman. This was not just ANY woman though and her case was not just that of another beaten woman. If he could have solved it himself, he would have. Unfortanately, even he had his limits.

When Eva wrapped up her story, Wulf waited silently. He didn't want to admit, even to himself, how tied up he was about the coming vote but he suspected it leeked through in the tension of his huge frame and the all to still way he held himself. Banning's clearing of his throat had his glacial eyes turning in his direction but the words spoken immediately helped calm him. Brom's casual "I'm in" made a half quirk of the lips float around the corners of his mouth but his eyes had moved to Kaera who met his gaze levelly with a smile and nod. His family stood ready to back him as he'd known they would and that loosened the knot around his heart even as he moved on to gaze at Ty and Erik. The other celtic warlord sat for a long moment studying him with his own brilliant orbs and then seemed to come to a decision. Standing up, he made his way over to them, glanced down at Eva for a moment and then held out his arm in the old custom stance of brothers. "You have never lead us astray before... and you've stood behind me with the wrath of the gods could have reigned down on us all.. If this is what you think needs be done... You have my sword and my allegiance, as always."

Taking the offered arm, Wulf met Erik's eyes and suspected the other man knew all to well the strain Wulf was under. After all, he himself had been in his place not to long ago. "Thank you, my brother. Your support means a lot." he said simply before stepping back and turning his gaze to the only other man in the room. "And you, Tyreese? Do you stand with us or do you choose to remain out of this fight?"

With a closed expression, Wulf watched the tall, hard built gladiator even while his mind hoped that it would not come to a parting of ways between them. However, he would not beg for the man's support and he would respect his decision, whatever it might be. "We have been brothers a long time... If you choose to stand down from this... I will understand. However, know this... Eva is under my protection and as such.. I will brook no disrespect to her. She is mine and I protect whats mine."

Okay, so maybe the sudden urge to whip her head around and bark out a 'EXCUSE ME?!' was going a bit too far, but really now...she was who's now? Her back went ramrod straight when Wulf's last statement rang through the room, shattering her sense of hope as the others agreed to help her. She'd known that there was definitely some potential behind that kiss in the kitchen, but...that...no way was she going to be anyone's anything! She was independant, strong, deserved freedoms that she'd been denied for freaking CENTURIES...


And she was definitely overreacting, but she just couldn't help herself. She felt both excited and terrified of the second meaning to those words and tried to convince herself that she was going to far. He probably meant that she was his guest. Or his damsel in distress, whom he swore to protect? Or...er...oh gah, there went that warm feeling in her belly again! What was going on?!


It took two deep breaths and a glance over at Tyreese to bring her back to reality, and she promised herself to catch Wulf alone and have a little talk with him about...things. The black scowl on the skinwalker's face was enough to make her scoot back a bit in her chair and feel a sense of gratitude toward her host. He might have been wandering into some tender territory on her part, but being under his protection when faced with THAT angry mug was definitely something she wasn't going to argue with.


It took Ty a minute to answer, and when he did, the large man leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. It was obvious that he didn't enjoy speaking in front of the group and he shot another irritable look in the others' direction. “For the record, Wulf...if I were in your position, I'd stick the girl in one of the safehouses around the country and let her lie low. We've got a lot on our plate already, and nobody in this house needs her kind of baggage." He paused and Eva couldn't help but cringe, looking down at her hands again. She heard the large man sigh, then the chair creak as he sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. "As for my being with you, however...you should know the answer to that."

As far as Wulf was concerned, nothing more needed to be said between them. Ty was entitled to his opinions and he'd always been a hardass to win over. Sooner or later, the ancient shifter knew that Eva would show him the error of his ways but for now.... He would let it ride. They'd all been together to long and Wulf respect the other man like few others so it was enough to know that if it came to a battle, Ty would have his back along with the others. Tempermental asshole that he was.

Besides, if his instincts were correct, and they always were... Ty had woman troubles of his own and it had been making him even more miserable than normal the last few years. It had been quiet entertaining, really, the way he'd went out of his way to avoid a certain hellion who'd never failed to make a scene whenever she came to Screamers. The rest of them had started taking bets on how long it would take the huge shifter to cave but so far... Wulf was in the money. Poor dude would at least go down swinging before he'd admit that the little imp got under his skin.


With that thought in mind, Wulf turned his glacial blue eyes towards his own "problem". From the look upon her face, she was torn between ripping him a new one for his words and trying to crawl into his jacket to get away from Ty's glare. A smile played about the corner of his lips as he watched her and when she looked up, he arched a brow at her. "Lass? Is there anything else you'd like to say?"


As he waited for her response, he took a moment to really look at her. To see her for the woman she was and not just a damsel in distress. There was an edge of stubbornness to her jawline and he had a feeling her eyes would spark when she was in a temper with him. It made him wonder if they would be liquid pools of chocolate after a night of him spent pleasing her in bed. Just the thought had his body reacting in ways that would make it very embarassing should any of the others notice.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

Eva:

At Wulf's prompting, Eva turned to look at the group again. All of these stern, age old faces...they were ready to fight for her, if it came to it. Well, okay, maybe not for her...but Gods, she was a stranger! Nothing to any of them, even Wulf- even though, whoof, talk about one hell of a kiss that she'd love to repeat in the near future- and yet...there they were, vowing they'd keep her safe.

And, for the first time in centuries, she actually believed them.

Would she finally be rid of her husband, once and for all? Would she finally be able to stay in the world she loved, even if it meant waitressing for the rest of her life? Excitement practically buzzed in her blood, and she fought the urge to jump up and hug the daylights out of all of them. Brom and Kaera might not have minded, but she had a feeling the others might dislike her for it, especially Ty...

"All I can think to say is thank you," She said humbly. In the customs of her people, it was only polite to show her utter gratitude by lowering herself before them, so without a second thought, she slid from her chair and rested on her knees. The position made that newly independant voice inside her head faint in frustration, but she didn't know any other way to express how she was feeling. Giving them all a little bow, she repeated her thanks and stood.

The sounds of the couch creaking had her looking over at Banning and his mate. She had to bite back a nervous smile as she watched the warrior shift and scowl, obviously uncomfortable with her version of thanks. And from the corner, with a gruff sounding growl, Ty pushed himself up from his chair and leveled a steady look on her direction.

"Just don't make us regret the decision," He said, by way of a grudging 'you're welcome,' and with another look at Wulf, he turned to leave. Banning also stood, though instead of looking annoyed as the bald man had, he seemed a bit more ...embarassed?

She had to bite back yet another smile.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked down at Kaera, then back up at Wulf. "She will cook more, yes? We can deals with that," He said, struggling to speak English for Eva's sake. Taking his mate's hand, he helped her to her feet. "We'll be going now also. Kaera needs to rest."

Wulf:

As everyone filed from the room, Wulf couldn't help the smile. Brom gave him a mock salute and he had to shake his head as his younger brother disappeared. "Impudent pup." he growled out playfully before nodding to Banning and Kaera. Ty had already disappeared and the rest were content to let their own agreement stand.


Finally, the study was silent and the only ones left where Wulf and Eva. With the woman kneeling on the floor, Wulf was at a loss as to how to proceed and it was a weird feeling. One he didn't like at all and caused his tone to be a bit more harsh than he truly intend as he offered her a hand. "Rise, Eva. You do not kneel to them. We do not require that here in our home."

As he waited for her to take his head, the ancient shifter studied her. Her beauty was exotically enticing but held a core of strength that was undeniable. He had no doubt that even if they'd voted against helping her, she'd have done her best to defy the vile demon who was her spouse until he either killed her or clapped her in some kind of irons to keep her where he thought she belonged.

"Come, Eva." he said, softer now. "It displeases me to see you on your knees before any man, me included. In my time, women were placed on pedestals... not treated like slaves. I would not have you prostrate before any of us.. Now or ever. "