Harvest of the Gods by Amy Sumida

and sat back heavily against the couch.
    We were seated in the sunken circular area in our bedroom, on the couch that went almost all the way around the circle, breaking only for the two steps that led down into it. In the center of the circle, a fire raged in the hearth, its smoke flowing up the tube that hovered over it.
    “I know of a few but most wouldn't help you and the others, I have no way of locating.”
    “ Like who?” I leaned forward. “Give me some names and I'll have the wolves look for them.”
    “ Frigg's a fertility goddess but I don't think she'd be inclined to help.”
    “ Frigg, you're ex-wife Frigg?”
    “ No,” Odin gave me a tortured expression. “A different Frigg, of course my ex-wife. There's also Freyr and Freyja but they're kinda close to Frigg, so you can see the problem there.”
    “ Yeah,” I sighed.
    “ There's a few Hindu gods but they can be hard to get a hold of and a lot of times, gods who people associate with fertility aren't really that kind of fertility gods. Fertility is one of those magics that seems to get stacked on with other things and unless you specialize in it, you'd only be able to do the basics, like help crops grow or help a woman who is capable of conceiving get pregnant. To actually reverse sterility, and in a Froekn who already has their own magic,” he shrugged, “that's a delicate task that I'm afraid most won't be up to, and those who might be able to do it, probably won't want to try.”
    “ Why not?”
    “ Magic can go wrong,” he lifted a brow, “you should know that, being a witch. Just as it's difficult for us to kill each other, it's also difficult for us to go against the magic that sustains us.”
    “ But Teharon heals gods all the time,” my face lit up, “Teharon!”
    “ See, you're not getting it,” Odin held a hand out to me. “Teharon does what his magic is meant to do, he doesn't go against it, he doesn't work against our magic when he heals us... and no, he can't heal Samantha, this is not a disease, that's what I'm trying to explain to you. This is how the magic has chosen to manifest in her. It's decided that she is the end of her line.”
    “ The end of her line?” I frowned. “The Froekn have been making babies for centuries, why would it shut off in her?”
    “ You just answered your own question.”
    “ What?” I was going to throttle him.
    “ The magic that makes the Froekn wolves, comes from Fenrir,” Odin sighed and I knew he was about to tell me something I wouldn't like. “Fenrir took a lot of sacrifices and the wolves became assassins, they were using those dead as sacrifices too. Now that they don't do that anymore, the magic is stretching thin I suspect. It can't sustain any more of them, so it won't allow anymore of them to be born.”
    “ Are you telling me that I've doomed the Froekn to infertility because I had a problem with them being assassins?” I nearly screamed.
    “ They live forever, Vervain,” he patted my leg. “This is hardly a bad side effect.”
    “ It is when my best friend wants nothing more than to have little werewolf-werelion babies!”
    “ Samantha will get over it.”
    “ She'll get over it?” I gave an affronted laugh. “Are you fucking kidding me? No, I refuse to believe there's no one who can help her.”
    “ As I said,” he started again with his patient tone that was making me really pissed off for some reason. “Those that can, may not want to try because Samantha's magic has made her sterile and to reverse that would be to go against the magic. It could have serious repercussions for both parties.”
    “ Like what?”
    “ I don't know,” he spread out his hands, “it's never been done. It's really too bad that Aphrodite's powers weren't true fertility, you know some think of her as a fertility goddess, but alas, she's one of those who could only make herself fertile.”
    “ She made herself fertile?”
    “ Why do you think she had so many children?” He