I woke in the lodge, surrounded by my sisters.
“Fleur,” Sabine and Muriel cried.
As soon as I drank enough to wet my throat, I asked, “Where’s Arne and Erik?” I’d tried to reach them via the bond, and had no answer. As far as I knew, Gunnr had escaped, and was staying away.
Sabine pressed her lips together.
“I need to see them.” I pushed up, ignoring my sister’s protests. I ran out of the lodge, stopping at the sight of two burly guards.
“Where are my mates?” I demanded, no longer caring whether the pack punished me for insolence.
“The traitors are under guard. They are being punished,” one growled.
“Come back, Fleur.” Sabine wrapped her arms around me. Swaying on weak limbs, I let her help me back inside.
“I want to see them. Are they injured?”
“Berserkers heal quickly. They are
