The higher we climbed, the more Berserkers we saw. Most were in wolf form, stalking us slowly under the forest cover. Eventually we broke above the treeline and came into a clearing in front of a large cave. Samuel, the Highland Pack Alpha, sat in a seat carved out of the stone, overlooking a great bonfire. More wolves lounged there, in the shelter of the giant rocks thronging the wild, empty space.
Two guards rose as we approached, and I ducked my head against their hot gold gaze as Fergus led me between them.
“Here are the lovers.” Siebold stood up from his place at the fire.
Samuel also rose from his throne. “Fergus, what is the meaning of this? Unhand Muriel.”
“Muriel, come to me,” Daegan ordered, but I ignored him, and stepped closer to Fergus.
“Do you see this infidelity?” Siebo
