Berserker

Liv Fenrir thought she had it all. That is, until her boyfriend dumped her for Miami Barbie. As a prestigious biologist at the top of her profession, she takes a new job in tiny Afton, Wyoming to live in the woods and research her favorite animal—wolves. It seems like a no brainer, until she comes across a pack she can’t explain.

Brodi Sköll isn’t your ordinary wolf shifter. This time-traveling Viking has been searching for his fated mate for a millennia in order to overcome a Berserker curse placed on his family by a jealous god. Just when he is about to believe his search was a lost cause, a chance meeting in his small town gives him, and the pack, a spark of hope. The only problem—she’s human.

Rushing against time to convince Liv she’s his, and the pack's only hope, he must bring her into a world she never knew existed. Neither can dismiss their undeniable chemistry, but will it be enough to defeat the person determined to keep them apart?

Prologue

"Not now!" Brodolf called to the gods for mercy, though they had never shown him any before. His shoulders continued to hunch, bones cracking, muscles growing and changing. "Kelda!" he roared, his voice contorting with the changing shape of his jaw.

Kelda threw her hands over the tortured man, chanting the ancient words that were the only thing standing between her alpha and the curse that threatened to take over his body and his mind. If the alpha was lost, so was the clan.

"Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky.

Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his body.

"Thank you, Kelda," he said, his voice still gravely from the partial shift and the howling.

Kelda nodded her head and turned her eyes to her alpha, startlingly clear and green behind the black paint she wore around them. Sorrow tainted them. "It is getting close to your time, Alpha. It gets harder and harder to bring you back. We must redouble our efforts to find the one."

Brodolf knew she was right. He could feel it. The curse Odin laid on his bloodline was getting stronger as he neared his 350th year. The Sköll Pack descended from the line of Fenrir's son, Sköll , who was also the god Loki's grandson. Odin had been jealous of their growing strength and scared