Page 61 of Luna Cursed

Tor's eyes landed on them for a moment, and Ciara gave him a firm nod to tell him they were well. With a bellow, Tor's alpha power unleashed and slammed into Varg. The wolf howled and collapsed to the ground.

"Oh gods, he's finally making another submit to him," Linnea gasped. "He said he'd never do it without reason."

"Varg has given us all more than one," Ciara replied, her scars pulsing in memory.

Tor grabbed Varg's top jaw with one hand and the bottom with the other. With a roar, he ripped the wolf's head in half in an act of stunning, horrific violence.

"That's my mate," Ciara whispered in complete awe of him.

"He's what?" Linnea squeaked.

Ciara straightened her shoulders. "He's my mate."

Tor strode over to them, shifting down to his human form. He was covered in blood and gore and looked like the vengeful Viking god he was. Ciara let Linnea go, and Tor caught his sister up in a bone-cracking embrace.

"I knew you would find me," Linnea said, hanging onto him. "I knew you would come. Is the Wolf Slayer really your mate?"

Tor lowered Linnea back to her feet and let her go. His gaze shot to Ciara, eyes blazing with love. "Yeah, she is. Let's get out of here before we wake Fenris without the magic."

The others joined them, all of them staring at the giant wolf slumbering in front of them. Ciara could make out the silvery ribbons binding him in place, and she couldn't help but feel a flicker of sadness. No creature should be bound in such a way.

"Now there's something you don't see every day," Lachie whispered. Ciara nudged him with her shoulder, and they shared a smile.

"Let's get out of here," Imogen said, grabbing onto Arawan's hand. "I've already got one beast to handle, and I don't need to adopt another."

Arawan gave her a heated look. "You've never had a complaint handling my beast, darling."

"Gross," Lachie and Ciara said simultaneously and laughed.

Fearlessly, Linnea stepped up onto the dais and placed her hand on Fenris's mighty paw. Tor made a warning noise, but Ciara stopped him from pulling his sister away.

"I'm sorry we disturbed you, Great One. Dream of pleasanter things," Linnea said softly, her eyes full of a strange sadness. She stroked the fur once before turning back to Tor. "Let's go. We shouldn't be down here."

Ciara fell into step beside her as they all made for the staircase. "Are…Are you okay?"

"It's strange. I started dreaming of this place right before I was taken, and I've dreamed of it every night since. I feel like we've stepped into a sacred place that we should have never disturbed," Linnea replied.

"Maybe you need to talk to Gudrun. It sounds like you have the seer gift," Tor said to her. He was watching her like she would vanish.

"It's a good idea. I…I've seen too many strange things in the last year. I'm going to need a Völva or a therapist or both to get my head right again." Linnea shot one last look at the sleeping wolf before heading up the stairs. "Sleep well, Fenris Lokison."

Tor caught Ciara's hand, stopping her from following. "Are you hurt?"

"No. You?"

"Nothing I won't recover from." Tor nodded to his sister's back. "You told her we were mates?"

"It might have slipped out in a moment of weakness when you were acting particularly impressive," Ciara replied, her cheeks beginning to flame.

Tor grinned, wide and joyful. Even covered in crud, he was still the most handsome man she had ever seen. He picked her up and kissed her. Ciara wrapped her arms around his neck, her relief that their enemy was dead and that they were safe overwhelming her. She wanted to fuck him right on the staircase. She let their bond open, and she threw the image at him.

Tor growled and squeezed her ass. "You're such a troublemaker, but I love you."

"Enough to carry me up these stairs?" Ciara's thighs tightened around him, making him laugh.

"You wish." Tor put her down and gave her ass a gentle pat. "Go on, get moving. I want to go home."

"I want to sleep for a month," Ciara said.

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