Wulfgar met me at the base of the mountain. The warrior sniffed the air, and a grin cracked his brutish features.
I smelled of s*x.
Cursing, I detoured to a mountain stream to wash my beloved’s scent away. Wulfgar followed, chuckling. “How did it go? Did she struggle as she took the plug?”
I wanted to snarl that it was none of his concern but I caught the longing in his eye. Wulfgar had been alone as long as Samuel. And he was a faithful warrior. He deserved some details, though not enough to torture him.
“She didn’t like it.”
“No?”
“She threw it in the pool.”
Wulfgar’s guffaw echoed off the mountain.
“Fergus and I had a bet as to what would happen.” The warrior shook his shaved head. “That little red wolf was right.”
It was inevitable that the pack discussed our beloved, but I di
