Though his body still hummed from the kiss he’d shared with Raven, and held tension for the concern over his brothers, there was exhaustion, too, and that’s what he forced to the surface so he could sleep.
The wind from the sea, and the storm Dane had stalled earlier, tugged now at Soren’s cloak. Once clear of the inner walls, the temperature dropped as the speed of the air that swirled around and past her increased.
“Not that I think you might become spoiled, Mella, but you may not always have a ready kitchen with leftovers and scraps. Have your fill. We know not what the next moonrising will bring.”
Mella looked from Soren to the field, then bounded into the dark.
Finding her way to the stable, and the enclosed areas behind it, she called softly to her stallion. She had felt his rest
