Fiona's POV
I couldn't sleep that night for a lack of clarity.
The whole packhouse was silent, except for the crackle of dying fires. The rustle of wind through the trees.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling my heart still pounding.
His voice wouldn't leave my head.
We've always been mates.
The way he said it like it was the simplest truth in the world like he hadn’t just shattered everything I thought I knew about myself
For years I thought I was damaged—no wolf, no future, no mate... nothing.
But Ragnar had known all along.
He had always known.
My fingers curled into the sheets as my breath shook warily.
Being someone's mate was entirely new to me as well. I didn't have even the slightest clue about it.
Belonging to someone? Even harder to figure out.
But when he touched me
