11
The next day, a few hours after dawn, I climbed the mountain to the overlook to take the first watch.
A wind wafted by my face, carrying the scent of snow and cold stone, a touch of death. Yseult.
“Did ye get what ye came for?”
“And more.” The woman practically purred. “You didn’t join in?” she ran a finger down my arm. I caught her hand, willing myself not to crush it.
“I’m spoken for.”
“I see that,” she laughed, and touched my shoulder, where I noticed marks from Brenna’s nails for the first time. “You survived her first mating heat.”
“That was—” I choked out. “It didn’t seem real. Or I thought it was a response to yer magic in the pack bonds.”
“That was her,” Yseult murmured. “The spaewife grows stronger every moon she spends in your care. Be careful, wolf,” She shook a finge
