Restlessness gnawed at him, his heart pounding fiercely. His wolf stirred in his slumber, then jolted awake, pacing anxiously.
"Our mate," his wolf growled. "Something’s happening to her."
Vargr shot to his feet. "Keep enjoying yourselves," he told Jaime. "I must find the Luna."
As if the gods themselves willed it, a child stumbled toward the gathering, her dress stained with blood.
"Some wolves..." she sobbed, her voice trembling.
The crowd hushed, encircling her in alarm.
"Whose blood is that?"
"Are you hurt?"
Questions flooded from the villagers.
"Do not frighten the child with your clamor," the old storyteller commanded. "Let her speak."
Silence fell like a stone.
Vargr knelt beside the girl, his voice calm yet firm. "What happened?"
"Three men came to the gate," she stamme
