Leaving Here
#3 of Rebirth
Odin hadn't left the bedroom in at least four days, he supposed, on account of his belly, which was very, very round from being only a month away from delivery. Most of the time was spent full of Kailor, making love again and again, cuddling, rubbing, telling the unborn cub how much he was loved. When Kailor wasn't there Odin found himself drawing. He drew more pictures of Kailor, of himself, of the two of them, of the pack, and no less than twenty renditions of what their cub might look like when he was five. Often Odin would simply lay in bed holding his oversized belly, trying to make a mental connection with his child to let him know that he was safe, that he was loved. Most of the time the small grey wolf felt that he was succeeding, and that made him happy.
Making love was what Odin got the most physical joy and moral guilt from. The little wolf was sure they had tried every position of the act that was possible with a cub inside of him - Kailor had told him this - and Odin had simply loved every one, whether he was the one being done or the one doing. Every single position Kailor manoeuvred him into was a brand new one. Before the male came into his life as a romantic endeavour Odin's fantasies had been limited to simply imagining other males naked, which did enough of a trick on the small wolf to get himself off over and over again. The very possibility of anal sex hadn't even entered his mind before he was under Kailor in the forest, mated with the snow falling on them.
Odin laid on the bed with Kailor's arms wrapped around him sighing softly as he was stirred awake by a large hail pellet hitting the window, followed by a clash of thunder. He smiled softly and wiggled his rear back against Kailor's sheathe, finding that the knot that was caught inside of him when he'd fallen asleep had retreated.
Kailor grinned and nipped Odin's ear. "You're awake," he whispered.
Odin turned around and smiled, "Mmhmm..." he whispered.
Kailor leaned in and sniffed at Odin's headfur, taking in his scent which had a rather direct, immediate effect in his groin. After nudging forward just slightly he felt his once-again hard shaft push up against the firm, plush behind.
Odin let out a somewhat childish giggle and turned around, nipping at Kailor's neck. "You can't get at it again, love!" he exclaimed, joking. "It can't be healthy for you..." he said, reaching his paw back behind him to rub over Kailor's sac, just making the white wolf groan and rub his shaft harder against the small, grey wolf. "Mmm. These need to keep working, you know, for more children," he teased, "Besides, you should be happy. We've done everything," said Odin, quite proud of that.
"Well, not everything," said Kailor.
Odin blinked, "You said-"
"Every position for that, I imagine, yes," said Kailor, "but that's not all there is."
"What do you mean?" Odin asked, smiling, though he felt a little stupid. "I'm not female, there isn't another-"
"Yes there is," Kailor said, raising himself onto his knees. He motioned the very pregnant Odin on to his back. "There is something, it's just, well... I know you're young, I didn't want to make you-"
"Make me what?"
"I can show you."
Odin shook his head into the pillow, getting himself more comfortable. "What do I have to do?" he asked, cautiously excited.
"Just lay like that," Kailor said. The tall, muscular, white wolf crawled to the bottom of Odin's feet and laid his body between his legs, putting his nosepad against the grey-furred knee. Much to Odin's surprise he administered a slow, long lick along the knee, sending a shock of pleasure up through his leg and spine.
"That tickles," giggled Odin, wondering what was going on. "We've done that, though," he said, "or don't you remember?-"
"Just wait..." Kailor assured. With a large grin on his face the wolf raised up, dragging his tongue all the way up from his knee along the inside of his mate's thigh, coming within inches of his sac.
Odin gasped and jumped, giving short, rough laughs from the shock of it. "W-wow.." he said, gulping. He looked down to Kailor's head down between his legs and felt the oddest feeling overcome him. Their crotches and assess were for sex and other private things, it was no place for a head to be... so why was he so completely aroused up against his stomach within seconds? He wanted Kailor's head to come closer, and a part of him wanted to be licked where he shouldn't be.
"If you don't like this, then, tell me to stop and I will," Kailor promised.
Odin's eyes widened with shock, Kailor's muzzle moved forward with parted lips. Odin wanted it, badly, but he knew it was wrong for lips to be there... but, before he could say anything, the little wolf was gasping. His entire sac was covered in a wet warmth, Kailor's maw. "Ahhh!" Odin moaned out, arching his back upwards as a rough tongue lapped his sac over and over, sending trails of energy from his balls to his fingertips. "Oh... K-Kailor..." he whined, his ears falling behind. "Th-thank you..." he whispered, feeling the maw coming up, "that... felt good..." he murmured, spreading his knees.
"That wasn't it," Kailor said, still grinning.
Odin's looked down, "What?" he asked. If not that, then what was? It had felt wonderful to him.
Kailor said nothing more. To Odin's pleasured horror he gripped the grey wolf's shaft and held it, pointing it upwards. He felt it tense up in his paw and gush pre-cum in preparation for a mating.
Odin looked down and knew what was coming. His mind told him not to let it happen, that it was wrong. Maws weren't supposed to be there, it was perverted... but the wolf ignored that voice, closed his eyes and arched his hips up. He wanted it more than he thought he should refuse it; he'd trust Kailor to know what was alright to do between mates, especially when it felt that good.
Kailor moved his paw down to the base of Odin's shaft, using his thumb to rub and play with it and the rim of his sheathe. "Trust me," Kailor whispered, kissing his mate's cockhead. The action was alien to Kailor, who'd never - before Odin - been with a male.
Odin held his breath and grit his teeth together when the kiss was made. He felt his cock tense and spurt out more precum that slid down his shaft, only stopping when it pooled onto Kailor's paw and fingers. "I do..." he whispered. He'd never been more aroused in his entire life than in the moment when he was about to commit such a delicious, delicious sin. Before a second's time passed from saying those words he felt Kailor's lips on his shaft. He felt the warmth slide down past half of his length. He felt the tongue, he felt the breath from Kailor's nosepad brush down against his pubic fur as the head inched downwards. "Ahh!" Odin cried again, jutting his hips up. He felt his cock rub against Kailor's throat, then, as the white wolf re-angled his approach, Odin felt it slide into his mate's throat.
Kailor started bobbing up and down over his shaft, sucking and licking with all of his maw's strength. It was his first blowjob, so, he tried to use every idea that he had of what would feel good.
It was working. Odin's eyes shot open after a few thrusts of the tongue against him. He looked down between his legs to Kailor's furiously bobbing head, using his maw to savagely pleasure him. The sight alone was enough to send him over the edge. "K-Kailor, I'm gonna... I want to..." he whispered, using his paws to motion Kailor's head upwards.
Kailor raised his maw up off of the cock and smiled up at Odin, gripping the shaft with his paw. "You want to?" he whispered.
"Mmhmm..." he pleaded.
Kailor began stroking the cock again, strongly, slowly. He leaned down and took his balls into his maw again, lashing his tongue at them at his stroking became more powerful.
Odin howled out louder than he ever had before, enough for the entire pack to hear, surely. "Kailor!" he yelled, before cumming. His sac tightened up inside of Kailor's maw. His cock twitched, firing out gush after gush of cum. With all of the excitement that had built inside of him the shots reached up to his chest, pooling over his stomach before running down over all sides of the round, pregnant surface.
Kailor raised his head up from the sac and looked into Odin's eyes, smiling. "How was that, my mate?" he asked.
"It was... wonderful..." Odin whispered, "I feel... dizzy..." he said, before closing his eyes and going limp with sill-heavy breath.
Kailor was at first overcome with worry, but, he forced himself to stop. Riard said that it would be normal, and it was nothing to worry about. Kailor laid himself against Odin again, closing his eyes to rest with him. He first rubbed over the cum-covered pregnancy belly of Odin's, getting his paw messy. He felt a connection with his son, who'd they'd already named Braed, after Odin's grandfather. After a few minutes he moved to his own stomach and lowered his ears behind his skull, feeling the strange hotness return to it.
"Dralan... fuck..." moaned Riard, gripping the bed frame ahead of him as tightly as he could. He was laying in Dralan's bed on his stomach getting nicely pounded from behind, probably the most normal of their sexual activities that they'd engaged with in recent weeks. "H-harder..." the older wolf whispered.
Dralan complied with a semi-sadistic smile, digging his claws into Riard's shoulders as he picked up his pace. He pistoned himself in and out of the poor male, popping his growing knot in and out of his tired hole. In their third hour, Dralan thought it was time enough to relieve himself. With a loud howl he pushed himself in with all of his might, his knot slipping inside to lock them together.
Both of the wolves yelled from that - one from pain, the other from the orgasmic pleasure of releasing his seed deep, deep into the other.
Dralan, once finished, did not collapse on top of Riard. He turned over, roughly pulling on the knot as he flipped Riard over on top of him. The Beta wolf's eyes glowed red for a few moments from the heat of the mating. "After we get to Rebirth Mountain, I'll summon the tablets back... it's a simple spell," he said.
"I'm sure it is," said Riard, "and I'm sure it will work. We'll be able to fix the weather," he said.
Dralan lowered his paw and started stroking Riard very, very quickly, granting him an orgasm for his 'help' with his horniness.
"Mmm... thanks..." Riard said, flexing his cock inside of Riard's tailhole, causing both to groan.
"Dralan..."
"Yes?"
"You know I love you, right?"
"You've said it before, yes."
Riard closed his eyes and tried to keep from cumming right then, he wanted it to last a little longer. "Well, I do."
"I'm sorry if you're expecting me to say it back, but, you know I can't... I need Kailor, Riard, you know that," he said. "The females have all left, so, we're our only hope for restoration..."
Riard was about to say something when he felt the first spike of pleasure hit. Instead of talking he decided to ride it, releasing his control to let his body tremble with an orgasm. He came all over himself, and in those brief moments of spilling his cum he felt his mind erase everything but the feeling of Dralan underneath him. As his orgasm ended he tried to stay in that peaceful place in the aftermath. He succeeding, allowing himself to believe that in that moment, that place, all of the feelings he felt for the man below him existed in that soul.
"But you know I'll always fuck around with you. You're good, for this and other things. You're loyal. That's why I'm not trusting anybody else with my brother, you're the one who has to do it."
"I know, I know," the wolf said. Riard opened his eyes and remained silent, blinking to keep his eyes from watering up. Maybe next time he'd finally be able to stay there. Next time.
Odin watched as Kailor stirred awake. The smaller wolf was between Kailor's legs, now, resting his head down next to his thighs which he gently licked to wake up the sleeping wolf.
Kailor smiled down at him, "Mmm, you're awake again."
"Mmhmm," Odin said, "the pack meeting it soon... you should get up and get ready for it. I need to get ready, Riard is taking me ice fishing to feed the pack tomorrow," he said, glad that he could help somehow. Odin raised his paw up and patted Kailor's stomach, seeing from his low vantage point that his lover had put on some rather cute puppyfat. "Mmm... see, too much sex, not enough exercise," said the small wolf.
"Ice fishing?" Kailor asked, "I don't know how I feel about that... you're weak, Odin, you passed out a little while ago. And I get plenty exercise, thanks to you," said Kailor, grinning. "It's just the winter weather, I'm sure. I'm sorry if I'm too ugly for you..." he teased.
"I didn't say that! You're more hot than ever. And, please, Kail? Riard said it would be okay, he's there to look out for me. I just want to help, and you need to go to the meeting. Fiyor told me earlier that it was really important for you and the Beta..."
"We're deciding whether to go or stay, and if we go, where," Kailor explained. "Dralan wants to go north, to Rebirth Mountain. To fix whatever's wrong with the weather."
"That sounds smart," said Odin, licking up along Kailor's thigh in the same way that had been done to him.
Kailor murred and spread his knees to give more access to his thighs. "I'd better hurry..." he said.
"Mmmm, wait," Odin said, lashing out his tongue to lick up along the other's sac. "I want to try it..."
Kailor, instantly very hard, grinned rest his head back against the pillows. "Only if you're sure," he murred. He was curious to find out how a maw felt on his sex.
Odin took Kailor's cock into his paw and quickly stuffed it between his lips, widening his eyes in shock as the cock slid into his maw. In experimentation he twirled his tongue around the thick shaft in his maw, flicking the tip of his tongue against the slit at the top of it. Hearing the very, very load groan from Kailor made him smile over the cock and continue downwards, fitting it deeper into his face. It was an odd feeling, having such a private thing in his maw, but, he loved it. With one flick of his tongue he could make Kailor moan, and that was a wonderful feeling. Trying to emulate what had happened to him earlier, Odin quickly bobbed the shaft in and out of his mouth, clamping down with his lips and sucking. He sucked harder and harder as Kailor's moans got louder, and Odin felt the taste of precum enter his maw... it was a strange taste, but, like the smell, Odin enjoyed it.
"Unf... Odin... I'm going to... you can come up..." Kailor whispered.
Odin didn't. What would seed taste like? It wasn't dangerous, was it? Odin didn't think it would be. The little wolf just grinned to himself and kept bobbing, getting a little more fearful with every passing second. Would he be able to swallow it? Would there be to much? Would he choke? He ate his fears down by focusing on the job he was doing, going slower to elongate Kailor's moaning.
Finally Odin got what he was wanting. With a loud cry from Kailor, Odin felt the cock flex in his mouth and spurt out rope after rope of seed. Odin gulped the first two sprays, but, it was too much after that, coughing and opened his maw after. The copious amount of cum jet into the back of his throat and top of tongue, then, immediately flowed down his tongue and cheeks, lining them with semen before the river spilt out over his chin and neck, dripping and pouring down onto his chest, Kailor's pubic fur, cock and balls.
He liked the taste, and loved the texture even more. And while he felt it was dirty, gross even to have the cum on him, it felt fantastic to be so messy from something so wrong. As the orgasm continued Odin felt he wanted more of it on him. He took it in his paw and laid his head down beside it, stroking it gently. The ropes of cum jet into the air, then, landed all over the grey wolf's cheek and neck, marking the fur as Kailor's.
Kailor raised his head up and looked down to Odin, smiling, "Well, you sure were adventurous..." he said, licking his lips. "You don't mind my cum on you?"
Odin propped himself up on his knees, grinning like a mad wolf. "No... I like it... I think we're dirty wolves, Kailor," he teased, quite proudly. "We should do as much of this as we can before the cub comes, you know," he said. Odin crawled up and laid in the bed beside Kailor, resting his dripping chin and neck over Kailor's chest tiredly.
"Come on, we need to get you showered before you go with Riard," said Kailor, chuckling, "and I need a shower, too, thanks to you."
Odin sighed and layed back on his back, "Why can't we just stay here?"
Kailor grinned, "I thought you wanted to go fishing?"
"Well, yeah, but now I want to... well," he said, blushing.
"I'll play with you in the shower, if you get up to go now," Kailor bargained.
Odin giggled and rolled himself back to face Kailor, again laying his messy face on his chest. "I love you, Kail..." he said, softly. "Promise me you won't leave me for Dralan?"
"What?" Kailor asked, surprised. "What would give you that idea?"
"Fiyor told me that my brother was after you," he said.
"Well, you don't need to worry, Odin," said Kailor, resting a large paw on the side of Odin's head, rubbing gently. "If I wanted Dralan, I would have him. But I don't. I wanted you, and I got you, right?" he asked. "Nothing can change that, Odin. I'll never leave you. Never."
Odin smiled and raised his head up, lapping up some of the cum he'd rubbed against Kailor's chest. "Thank you..." he said, believing that. "When I'm old and crazy like my mom you'll still be with me? You won't leave like my dad?"
"Odin, I promise you, you won't go crazy, and I intend to go through all of life with you. Weren't you supposed to visit your mom today?" Kailor asked.
Odin's eyes widened. "I was!" he exclaimed. "I'll have to tell Riard-"
"No, no, go fishing. I'll visit her before the pack meeting, don't worry, alright?"
"Alright. Thank you, Kailor," he said.
"If you want that maw-job you're going to have to get in the shower now, though, love."
Odin sprang out of the bed, half-waddling his way to the bathroom with Kailor only seconds behind.
Dralan walked with Riard right beside him down the grass, going to the meeting hall using the tail that surrounded the encampment instead of going directly there. "You know what you have to do, then?" he asked.
Riard held up his paw and looked at the small sac of red powder he'd been given. "Yes..." the wolf said, "but, I still think this is wrong."
"The ends, Riard, focus on that," Dralan said, quietly. "There's Kailor, looks like he's going to your place. Probably visiting mother... go on fishing with Odin. Remember the plan. Don't let me down, Riard, we're all counting on you.
Kailor lit a candle beside the elderly wolf's bedside, waking her up from her slumber, much to Kailor's surprise. "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"Kailor?" she asked.
The white wolf smiled. Recognition was not the old mad female's specialty, after all. "Yes, it's me..." he said, "I came in place of Odin, he had to go somewhere."
She smiled and looked to him. "You and Odin were happy?" she asked.
Kailor twitched slightly, "I didn't know he told you about us... but yes, we are. Very happy. He's carrying my child, and, well, I think I might be-"
"Don't worry, dear," she said, "you'll see him again some day."
"What?" asked Kailor, narrowing his eyes. What was she talking about?
"He'll be waiting there after your death, he and Braed... you'll be happy again, don't cry," she whispered, before closing her eyes in sleep again.
Kailor jumped when a large hail pellet hit the window. The storm was raging harder, it combined with the old female's hallucination had spooked him. The white wolf stood up and put on his heavy coats, readying himself to brace the deep freeze outside to get to the meeting.
Odin pried his eyes open with the sense of Kailor's warmth still around him. He wasn't in the bedroom, though, he wasn't warm at all... it was terribly, terribly cold, and wet. As his eyes focused he realized he was in a cave, shielded from an outside storm. How had he gotten there? Odin tried to remember past going through the forest to meet with Riard, but, anything after that was a blank. Had minutes passed? Hours? A day, more?
The little wolf peered out the cave entrance and saw the terrible storm. He'd never seen such dark clouds move so fast, as if tornadoes where to spring down to ravage the already war-torn ground. Hail and snow were pelting the ground, and Odin could even see some trees forming craters from the bullets of ice. Hell was freezing over, as far as Odin was concerned. Where was Kailor? When had this started happening?
A dread overcame him. "Kailor?" he called out into the cave, then, again out into the storm. There was no answer.
Through the clouds Odin focused on the full moon, visible through a patch in the dangerous clouds. While staring intensely the sky was lit up by the strongest, most violent bolt of lightening he'd ever seen, seeming to spawn from a mountain in the distance into the opposite horizon.. The immense explosion of thunder was almost instantaneous; it was loud and powerful enough to make the grey wolf stumble back, landing him back on his back. After the thunder had set a ripple through him, all of the muscles around his belly and lower tensed up all at once in a strong contraction.
Odin howled. He'd never been more scared, never felt more alone in all of his life. He wanted to be back home, back with his lover. Odin kept howling, as loud as his lungs could manage. A contraction? Was this labour? He didn't know, he hadn't talked about what would happen with Kailor yet, mostly because he knew neither of them had the slightest idea of how a male pregnancy would carry out.
"You're awake..." said a voice, from the cave.
Odin turned around in fright, looking to the wolf who'd been in the shadows. "Riard?" he asked, voice shaking as he tried to remember the identity of the one who'd spoken.
Riard came from the shadows, finally showing himself. "I'm sorry for not revealing myself earlier, but, there's something that... must be done," he said, sounding almost guilty. "I was waiting for you to wake up by yourself."
Odin was only half listening. As Riard moved closer Odin looked more carefully at his face, noticing things he'd never seen before. Why did Riard look so tired? So exhausted? "How did I end up here?" he asked, looking even more closely. He'd never noticed the large, sweeping scar over Riard's right eye before. He must have hidden it well, Odin thought.
"I'll explain everything. But first you have to trust me. You do, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, Riard, of course I do..."
"Good. Come with me," he said.
"I think I had a contraction, Riard... it's too early, isn't it? You said I was weeks away!" he exclaimed, worried.
The wolf looked down to Odin's belly, then, back up to him even more of a blank expression, if that were possible. "We have to hurry. Come," he said.
"So then, Kailor, I demand we go to this Rebirth Mountain. We've gotten letters from packs all over speaking of freezing in places that have never seen snow. This is not a strange, local occurrence. We will all die very, very slowly from hunger if we don't stop this once and for all," Dralan spoke.
Kailor, on his throne looked out over the pack. Taking away the females that had died or moved on, Odin's mother that was still in Riard's care, taking away the males who had abandoned them for richer regions, the two (and a half) men out ice fishing, after taking all of that, the pack still stood twelve men strong in front of him. That was something to be proud of, Kailor decided to believe. "You suggest we move the entire pack up north? On a possibly completely suicidal mission, based on old legends of my people?"
"Not only your people," Dralan said, turning so that Kailor and the entire assembled pack could look into his eyes. After closing them for a few seconds and reopening, only Kailor and two of the men gasped when they appeared red afterwards.
"You're a descendant..." said Kailor. His entire world changed at that moment. Dralan's eyes proved that he was a descendant, in the family of the chosen one who was told to be able to stop the end. That meant that Odin, Dralan's brother, had the same potential to be the chosen one.
"And you're the snow leader," Dralan said, "my grandfather knew that the second you walked into our territory, Kailor. You and I... or possibly Odin... are the keys to end all of this. But to do this we need to get to Rebirth Mountain, we have to reproduce the tablets to find what to do. If we don't, the world will freeze a million times over until there's nothing left. No second chance this time, no rebirth. We have to save this world," he insisted.
"We can't do that," Kailor said, "the tablets were stolen. We won't know what to do to restore the balance."
Dralan, half in anger, reached out his arm. Red streams glowed in the air, forming ancient words on tablets of thin, glowing red air. "They're tied to our blood. I can recreate them, but I can't read them unless we're at their original source he said. "There's no other way. We might find food, we might find a way to bring spring," he said. "This is our only hope. How long do you think your cub is going to live without flesh to eat? How long will any of us? And surely Odin will perish before all, he's been scrawny on the verge of death for five years now," Dralan said.
Kailor snarled at the remark, immediately making Dralan's ears cower behind his head. "It will be a hard journey," he said, "I'm not going to force anyone to come with us if they do not choose..."
"I'm sure everyone will follow you, Alpha," said Dralan, more quietly. "Most especially the bitch, even though it'd be easier without him."
"Alright. We'll gather what supplies we have left to leave tomorrow, we must make haste," he said, before being interrupted by a loud crash. The doors of the meeting hall flew open, and a wet, freezing Riard ran inside from the moderate storm raging outside, shutting the doors behind him before he collapsed in a shivering heap.
"Riard!" cried Dralan, running to the doors. He knelt down in front of his friend, lifting his head up, "Come on, near the fire," he said, pulling him to his feet and dragging him to the fire pit.
"Where's Odin?" asked Kailor, standing himself.
"He blacked out..." Riard stammered, throwing himself down in front of the fire.
Odin shifted to lay on his back and look at the ceiling. He couldn't bring himself to look into Kailor's eyes as he answered, for fear of being reprimanded. "I wish you were in love with me," he answered. "But I don't expect you to be. You have a pack to worry about, maybe even more...
"Where's Odin?" repeated Kailor, frantic fear running through his nerves. Surely nothing had happened from a simple blacking out?
"He fell in... I went in after him, I did, but I couldn't find him... I barely got out..." Riard said, clambering and inching himself dangerously close to the fire.
Dralan looked down to Riard. He hadn't expected his servant to put himself in such jeopardy. Dralan rubbed over the wolf's brow, heating it up with his paw the best he could. As much as he felt he couldn't have feelings for Riard, he was... sweet, in his own way, in doing what he did. Dralan rubbed the water and ice from his face, tracing his thumb over the perfect skin and fur, free from imperfection for the first time in his eyes.
" I can't create life, so, there was no possible reason for me to reveal myself. It was just a moment of weakness," Odin explained back to him, "but I can't help fantasizing about... well, it growing, between us. Secretly, in my head."
"Get more blankets!" yelled Dralan, wrapping one around Riard.
Kailor was sitting down. He didn't sit down intentionally, nor did he remember falling back into it. He was simply there. He didn't remember anything about getting to the meeting hall, or about their planned trek, or about anything, really. Why had he let Odin go out with so little attendance, when he knew there were problems? Was Odin gone? No, he couldn't have been! He was carrying his cub. His love and his child couldn't simply have been gone. That was impossible to comprehend, so the wolf sat there, not believing it, not believing anything.
Odin came rushing through the doors, dripping wet, naked, smiling. "Fooled you!" he yelled, followed by laughing from him, and everyone around.
"Kailor..." Dralan said, turning to his alpha with worry. "Kailor, I'm sorry.. here, let me bring you back to your cabin... Kailor... are you all right?"
Kailor took Braed, a year old, into his arms from out of Odin's. Kailor held his son against his bare chest and snuggled into him, looking down at his mate who was holding his round belly. Odin's second child was growing, their third, and the fourth in their re-growing pack.
Kailor found himself staring out the window, up at the cloudy sky. Couldn't be somewhere, anywhere but there? The white wolf felt himself dizzy. All of the things his mind had adjusted to, the mate, the child, the happiness... it was gone. Odin was gone. His child was gone. "We're leaving. Tonight," Kailor said, barely loud enough to be a whisper over the deafening silence that had filled the room from worry. Everyone heard.