Viggo
The looks Arwen and I got this morning when we walked into the dining room for breakfast should have burned us alive where we stood. I felt a sharp jolt of Arwen’s confusion, raw and anxious, echo through the bond. I pulled out a chair for her, my fingers trembling ever so slightly. She sat down hesitantly, and I sat right beside her, placing her breakfast in front of her with deliberate, protective care.
It wasn’t until Dad burst out laughing, making Rune and Raidar join in, that I understood. They’d heard Arwen and me complete the mate bond—mostly me, since Arwen can’t make a sound. They’d also heard the headboard slam against the wall. The whole pack would have felt the moment our mate bond snapped into place.
Arwen’s face flushed a deep, painful red, her discomfort painfully c
