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“Take him,” the Alpha growled.
“No.” My cries were lost in the answering snarls of the other Berserkers.
Two warriors each grabbed Erik.
“Stop,” I grabbed up the piece of Yseult’s staff and pushed to my feet.
A Berserker reached for me and I shrank back, ready to stab him.
An eagle screamed and landed close, turning into Arne.
“Don’t touch her,” he shouted before the Berserkers mobbed him.
“Are you all right, Fleur?” the Alpha asked.
“Listen to me,” I said. “These men are my mates. You cannot kill them.”
“They took what was not theirs. We will have a hearing, and you will be allowed to speak.”
Be calm, Fleur. We have a plan.
Out loud, Erik said, “Ye have our word, Alpha. We will not run. But Fleur needs to be away from this evil place.”
After some deliberation, the Alphas m
