MAGNAR’S POV
As I watched her walk away, my fists clenched at my sides. She didn’t even spare me a second glance. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, growling at the distance she kept putting between us. It was infuriating. I shouldn’t care, I told myself. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself of that, I did.
I could feel the weight of my friends’ stares as they stood beside me. They had seen everything—the way she spoke to me, the way she dismissed me as if I was nothing. They could sense my frustration, and I hated that they could.
“Magnar, just ignore her, man,” Bernard finally said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Just because she’s not a slave anymore doesn’t mean she’s above us. We can teach her a lesson some other time.”
A lesson?
I bit back the urge to
