“Strip the wolf pelts from the wall” what? Had she just heard the Alpha wrong?
“I…I don’t understand ,” Freya muttered, hoping she had heard him wrong. Alpha Torin turned to her. “I don’t repeat myself, frail human.” Freya would have felt insulted by how he qualified her but she was more concerned with the order the Alpha just gave her.
Her eyes flicked to the high hallway just outside the main chamber, where at least thirty massive wolf pelts were nailed to the stone walls in rows—some fresh, some rotting. Their blood had seeped into the stone, making it sticky and sour. They were hung as trophies. Warnings.
“You want them taken down?”
“I want them skimmed off the walls. You will clean the blood too.” Freya blinked. She didn’t sign for this. She didn’t even imagine that such task cou
