A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Erik grinned as he looked at the squirming Olaf. He may not have Elora merged with his body right now, which would make fighting a powerful werebear like Viljar again a bit more complicated. However, he could still overwhelm a relatively weak werewolf like Olaf.

After all, not only was Erik farther along on his Runebound path than Olaf, but he also had no less than two powerful bloodlines flowing through his body.

"Y- You! L- Let me go!" he groaned.

Erik chuckled menacingly, "First, explain what you were trying to do with my woman over there."

"N- Not! Y- Yours!" came the strangled response.

"Isn't she?" Erik responded with an amused smirk before turning towards Nora. "Do you have anything to say about that?"

Until now, Nora had just been watching this with some interest. It may not be the first time someone got possessive with her, but it was the first time a man had not only called her his woman but also defended her so dominantly.

And, against all odds, she found herself liking it.

Nora shrugged and turned towards Olaf with a small yet proud smile. "It's true, Olaf. I'm his. Only his. If you thought there was ever anything between us, then that's your own fault, and frankly, I don't care. It's best to drop any such thoughts before Erik gets murderous."

Luckily, she had gotten permission from Erik before to call him by his name in public so that the Bond wouldn't force her to call him Master and give away their true relationship too quickly.

Hearing her words, Olaf widened his eyes and went slack.

He couldn't believe that the dominant Nora he had been pursuing for so long suddenly gave herself so completely to this man they had only met a day ago. Even if he was their teacher's son, it made no sense to him!

Seeing his resistance had disappeared, Erik tossed the man a little away from him before walking towards the others, with Nora hanging on his arm.

"That wasn't necessary, you know," Nora said, despite her content smile, "Olaf is the weakest of us, I could have handled him."

To which Erik shrugged, "Maybe, but I just can't help myself when someone tries to touch my woman."

Nora raised an eyebrow and said, "You're pretty possessive, huh?"

Erik nodded to acknowledge that simple fact and kept walking while Nora giggled a little.

Behind him, Olaf remained on the ground for a moment longer while gnashing his teeth before he got up and looked at Erik and Nora's receding backs with anger flaring in his eyes. His thoughts were unknown, but his promise of reprisal was clear.

The others in their group had kept quiet. The fact that Olaf and Nora were on opposite sides in this made them uncertain about who to support. So, instead, they had simply been looking at the event with apparent pity at Olaf's circumstances.

The five of them had been close for a long time now, and all three of them knew perfectly well how much Nora had enjoyed stringing Olaf along during that time. Seeing her shut him down so harshly now made them remember how callous she could be towards men.

Which made her apparent loyalty to Erik all the more surprising.

Yet, none of it was any of their business. While Anne could be considered Nora's friend, the rest of them were comrades in arms and students of the same teacher, but nothing more. This meant that Olaf's romantic failures were his to deal with on his own.

When Erik arrived in front of them, he first turned towards his uncle with a warm smile. "Good morning, Uncle." before giving a more neutral nod to the rest of them.

Turning back to Viljar, he asked, "Before we start training, did you choose who will learn sigils from Elora?" MVLeMpYr-original-content

His uncle nodded before thumbing towards Anne and Björn, "Originally, I wanted to ask one of those two, as they seem the most appropriate, but I can't get Anne to temporarily ignore the human aspect of it all, and Björn didn't want to miss out on training."

Currently, Anne and the others still thought of Elora as a human with strange magic.

Then he shrugged and pointed towards Nora. "Luckily, Nora volunteered earlier, making things easier. Elora said willingness was important as well anyway, so it's probably better she do it than that I force one of these other two."

He sighed tiredly before continuing, "I was a little surprised she volunteered at first, but I guess it makes sense now…"

Erik turned towards Nora with a raised eyebrow and saw her grinning confidently at him. Out loud, she said, "After last night, I wanted to spend a little more time with your wife."

While through their Bond, she said, "Actually, I figured you guys would like it if whoever you taught those sigils to was… well, one of yours, I guess."

Erik's eyes lit up. That actually wasn't a bad idea. He and Elora had had too many other things on their mind last night to think of that. He quickly sent a message to Elora to inform her of Nora's initiative, causing the fairy to respond in the same way he had.

"Good girl," he said via their Bond. "I'll reward you for that later."

While Nora send back many perverted thoughts, the others in the group didn't seem particularly surprised by Nora's admission.

First of all, they were already aware of Erik's somewhat open relationship with Elora, and second of all, they knew Nora and figured she was simply attempting some kind of powerplay with Erik's wife.

Of course, they were unaware Nora had already thoroughly submitted to both Erik and Elora.

Outwardly, Erik simply nodded, "Fair enough. You should go inside the house then. Elora and Emily are waiting for you there."

With a smile, Nora turned around and headed into the house, seductively swaying her hips, causing Erik to grin while shaking his head. 'We'll have to see if her initiative and confidence will end up being a positive or a negative.' he thought.

Next, he turned towards the four people left with a sadistic grin; a grin that quickly became far more animalistic as his body shifted into his wolf form.

It was time to finally put into practice all of the training methods and techniques from Katya's manual that he had essentially committed to memory during the boat ride.

And these four would be his training dummies, all while he whipped them into shape to honor his mother.