Wren’s POV
The horn goes twice while I’m carrying water down to Nell, and the second time it goes, Maren takes the bucket out of my hands and sets it on the step.
“Cellar,” she says.
“That’s where Nell is.”
“That’s the point. One door, no window, and if it comes to it,t you’ll be the only person in this valley who can get her up those steps.” Maren is already moving. “Isen. Unbolt the tack room.”
“You want to let him out?”
“I want a man who has spent eleven years wanting his Alpha’s forgiveness standing between us and the water,” Maren says. “He’ll fight harder than the both of us, and he knows it.”
Isen is already in the yard shouting at the Ravencross men, and the Ravencross men are shouting at one another, and somebody has got the gate closed, which would matter more if the prope
