Shieldmaiden

In the heart of a remote forest, cloaked in shadows and moonlit whispers, lived Freya, a lone female werewolf. Her amber eyes, reflecting both wildness and sorrow, held a tale untold. She prowled the woods, her fur rippling like liquid silver under the moon's embrace, haunted by memories of a love lost in the sands of time.Long ago, Freya had been wed to Bjorn, a valiant Viking warrior. Their love was an echo in the ages, an unbreakable bond forged through battles and shared dreams. Together, they roamed the lands, their spirits entwined like the roots of ancient trees.One fateful twilight, fate cleaved their union as Bjorn fell in battle, his valorous spirit departing from the mortal realm. Grief consumed Freya's soul, tearing her apart until the very essence of her humanity was swallowed by the beast within.As the full moon ascended in the sky, memories of Bjorn surged through her, igniting a bittersweet longing. She would often find solace in the place they once called home—a secluded glen where the scent of pine mingled with memories of laughter and love.Tonight, under the celestial gaze, Freya's lupine form roamed the hauntingly familiar territory. A mournful howl echoed through the woods, a melancholic melody reverberating the ache within her heart. The air seemed heavy with whispers of the past, carrying remnants of Bjorn's bravery and undying affection.Suddenly, a rustle broke the silence. Freya tensed, her senses alert. Through the trees emerged a spectral figure, draped in ethereal mist—the visage of her beloved Bjorn. His presence was both an apparition and a memory wrapped in the fabric of time."Bjorn?" Freya's voice, a mere whisper, trembled in the stillness of the night.The ghostly figure approached, his form flickering like a flame in the wind. His eyes, mirroring the depths of eternity, met hers. A smile, filled with love and longing, graced his spectral lips."Freya, my valiant shieldmaiden," he spoke, his voice a distant echo. "Though worlds apart, our love endures."Tears welled in Freya's eyes, the sorrow mingling with a newfound hope. "I have missed you every moment since you left this world," she confessed, her heart aching with the weight of centuries.Bjorn extended a ghostly hand, reaching out to caress her fur. "You carry my spirit within you, my dear Freya. Let our bond transcend the boundaries of time and form."A profound warmth enveloped Freya, a fusion of past and present. In that ephemeral embrace, she felt a surge of strength and reassurance. Bjorn's essence intertwined with hers, merging their souls across the chasm of existence.As dawn approached, the ghostly apparition began to fade, but the love shared between Freya and Bjorn remained imprinted on the fabric of eternity. With a final, ethereal whisper, Bjorn vanished into the mists of the past, leaving Freya standing amidst the tranquil glen, her heart lighter yet forever tethered to the spirit of her Viking husband.