Vik
Our little warrior brooded all the way back to the tree lodge. I don’t think she noticed that we took a different route, going the far way around the more populated parts of the mountain. We stayed close to the boundary, going far closer than any other warrior would with their mate. But what we told the Alpha Ragnvald was right: Sorrel is no ordinary mate. She is strong within and without. She was born to put up a fight.
Just as we were born to subdue and protect her. The push and pull between us challenges and soothes the beast. With Sorrel, life won’t ever be calm. We wouldn’t want it any other way.
I started laughing as I realized it. Sorrel shot me a disgusted look.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” she muttered.
“You’re here, we’re here, and free,” I swept my hand around the empty pat
