The first round of discussion at the Gathering ended soon after moonrise. Brenna’s Berserkers didn’t speak directly to me.
“Out of respect to me,” Ragnvald told me as soon as we’d left the place of stones. “Tomorrow, we will meet in private with the Alphas, and be less formal. They will allow you to see Brenna then. From what I know, she is well, but her mates are very protective.”
“Mates?”
“The two Alphas we met.”
“The blond and the dark haired one?” I guessed. The third leader had been the scar-faced warrior with the shaved head. Wulfgar, they called him. He was a Viking like Ragnvald, like most of the wolves, besides Maddox.
Wulfgar was the one who led us to the lodging where Ragnvald and I could spend the night. The rest of the pack had their own bonfire. The light flickered throu
