Get wrapped in the magic of this fairytale world as a mysterious wolf is confronted by a Norse God’s evil trap.
Teaser
Thousands of years go, on the island of the Gods, Varg was known by another name . . .
Fenrir, a massive wolf who roams the island of Asgard, comes to the attention of the Norse God Odin. Whispers of danger carry over the Black Sea to Odin’s ears and out of fear for his own demise, Odin sets on a dark and cowardly course. Fenrir, the innocent object of Odin’s fear, faces an evil trick that threatens to entrap him in misery for centuries to come..
Can Fenrir survive Odin’s wicked acts of cowardice?
About This Story
This is a creative alteration of the Norse mythological tale of the binding of the wolf, Fenrir, who is known as Varg in the Bluebell Kildare Series. The events begin well before The Light Who Shines, but The Binding of the Wolf is best read after The Light Who Shines as it provides the backstory for the much loved character, Varg. In my mind Varg has always been Fenrir.
Sample
Fenrir lifts his head upon hearing the boar, and in a mighty bound takes the chase. The boar is a large beast, covered in mud, with prickles of black hair standing every which way. With his thick, curved ivory tusks bent to the ground he continues his raging pursuit, unmindful of Fenrir. The hare slips into the hollow of a log which the boar immediately pummels, rolling it over and down a slope.
Odin and the lesser Gods watch this in amusement, as the day has been rather long and the entertainment uninspiring.
Fenrir, thinking it a game, runs to the log and snatches it up in his enormous jaw, shaking the entire trunk to and fro. The boar, finally taking note of Fenrir, is less than thrilled with his new playmate. He turns to him and gives his stiff legged posture, grunting and groaning in warning. Fenrir just shakes the log all the more, attempting to entice the boar into wrestling for it. The boar, thoroughly enraged now, opens his foaming mouth and dips his head low to the ground, ready to attack. Fenrir drops the log and executes a similar bow, sticking his rump in the air and wagging his tail. Unable to handle this final indignity, the boar charges.
The boar, large as he is, is nothing compared to the size of Fenrir. The mighty wolf pup leaps over the boar in an easy bound, landing on the other side, still swishing his tail irreverently.
This display greatly amuses Odin’s guests and the merry chime of laughter surrounds him. Some of the more boisterous guests wager on the outcome of the exchange.
Meanwhile, the infuriated boar turns, and with a burst of speed lunges at Fenrir again. Fenrir leaps to the side, giving a low playful growl as if to taunt, “Catch me if you can!” By now, the boar is insane with fury. Foam pours from his mouth as he shakes his head from side to side, eyes squinting at his target. He storms Fenrir once more attempting to impale him with his deadly tusks. Fenrir leaps up this time and lands on the boar, rolling him over. He keeps his paws on the boar’s chest and not knowing his own strength, he crushes the boar’s rib cage.
The boar squeals in anguish and Fenrir, who understands the sound of pain, licks his new playmate’s face, trying to comfort him. Alas, it is just a few minutes before the boar takes his last breath and leaves the island of Asgard forever. Fenrir, much saddened at the loss of his new playmate, sits next to the boar and howls his grief at the moon.
Odin’s guests, still highly entertained, applaud loudly as though they have just watched a game of sport. They exchange notes for their wagers and settle back down for more wine and dull music. But Odin runs his fingers through his great white beard and struggles against the feeling of foreboding. A friend who doesn’t know his own strength, he thinks, is worse than an enemy who does. Something must be done.