The mate bond pulsed between us, tightening further at his proximity even as the weight of his words sank in.
A promise. A threat. A connection deeper than words.
My wolf stirred, restless and curious.
Amund rose from his seat, leaving the few others that waited and he walked out of the hall through the door Ragnar had come in from.
Was that where my fate was going to be decided?
"Follow me," Lilja said, the look on her face softer than it had been a few seconds ago.
Something had changed.
Not that it was any comfort.
As we walked, I couldn't help but feel like I was walking into something far bigger than myself.
How deep was this ‘plan’ of mine going to take me?
Was getting my revenge really worth the risk?
But then again, when had my life ever gone according to plan?
