The Fenrir Saga - Part I

Chapter 29

Beonnie

It was the summer solstice day, and as this was a big holiday back in the Nordics, the guys had invited us to celebrate Midsummer the traditional way. This holiday was nowadays a mixture of both ancient blots and modern parties, but Jack had made sure to cover the basics. A pole was erected - the ancient version with only one ring. We didn't have any offerings to thank the Asgardians Frej and Freja for the harvest, but Jack said they wouldn't mind. Or something like that. 

The table was set with extremely odd food, pickled herring in thousands of different ways, potatoes, sourcream, like really?, meatballs, something called Janssons, and fresh strawberries. The strawberries later caused the yearly fight between the whipped cream group, the milk and sugar group, and the ice cream group. Apparently, how you eat your strawberries is a cause for war in the Nordics.

Everything was set, and we were now only waiting for Hild and Zac to come. The suspension was high. Everyone was excited to meet Zac, and when there finally was a knock on the gate, you could almost hear a needle fall. Vidar rushed towards the gate, but the knocker was not the one he had expected as an annoyed "Viiile" was shouted a couple of seconds later. On the other hand, the guys all greeted Trevor heartily, having started to get used to him showing up and hanging with Vile and me while we trained. The guys' eyes, however, never strayed from the gate.

To everyone's pleasure, it only took a couple of minutes before someone knocked at the gate, and this time Vidar's shoulders didn't slump, but instead, he greeted the guests with an almost amusing revere. Even Jack walked unusually slowly toward his guests, and they had a moment before Jack turned around and, with Zac in tow, walked towards the table placed in the middle of the opening. He introduced everyone and in the end, the three amigos - me, Vile and Trevor.

"And here you have B, Vile, and this stray creature here is our adopted local, Trevor."

I hugged Zac, Vile both shook his hand and bowed, and Trevor, who wasn't privy to Zac's relations with our pack was speechless. The only thing he managed to say was "yes" to Zac's "Nice to meet you," and hadn't it been for Zac's relaxing smile would have spent the rest of the evening being mortified about it.

"Yes? YES?!" he grabbed a beer, also traditional, and took a sip. "Yes."

His yes-ranting was only interrupted by Zac finding a place right next to him, opposite me.

"All good with your pack, Trevor?"

"Yes, Beta Zac. All is good. Thanks," Trevor managed before another sip was had. Probably to calm down.

"Give my best to Henry too. I owe him a lot, it seems," he shot a look at Hild and then at me and smiled.

My uncle.

"How have you been, B? I haven't heard anything about any trouble for at least a week now. You feeling alright?"

I threw a strawberry at him and would have started the strawberry war prematurely if it hadn't been for Jack, who suddenly stood up and ushered for attention. 

"B, the fighting doesn't start just yet. Judging by the amount of beers Gammal has had, I would say we have at least half an hour before it begins. So, let us spend that time with the pack ritual. We are to exchange blood, and after that, we can mind-link. That may have been the short version of it, but whatever works. Our dear guests, Zac and Trevor, will, of course, not part-take in this, but we are still happy to have them here."

The ritual started with Jack cutting his hand letting blood sip out, and then the rest of us did the same, shook Jack's hand, and then, as per protocol, everyone tested the mind-link. I don't think I had ever heard so many profanities in such a short time. The language lesson lasted until Hild did her cutting and shaking and then connected to the mind-link, listening to it and then adding her own, making them all stop. But the Ironwood pack was now a fact, and I and anyone else were no longer rogues.