FREYA
"Do something for you?" I repeat. My voice is flat and I feel a rush of annoyance."You have me and my husband captive and he is bleeding silver downstairs, and now you want a favor?"
"I want an arrangement." He settles deeper into his chair and sighs.
"My pack is dying, girl. For the better part of a year now we have been bleeding. Wolves come out of the dark at our borders, hit us, and are gone before we can answer. We lose warriors. We lose stock. We bury our dead and we never once get to bury one of theirs, because there is never a body, never a trail, never so much as a scent left on the wind to follow."
His jaw works. "Scentless. You understand? They come, go and leave nothing for the nose at all, as though the forest itself swallowed them. I have been hunted at my own bord
