Thorsteinn
I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, facing the Alphas. Beside me, Vik fingered his axe.
“The raven is a messenger of Odin,” one of the Alphas was telling the others. “We can hope the Corpse King does not use them for his evil purposes.”
“Any word from the witches?”
“No. And Rosalind is awake but doesn’t remember anything.” The Alphas kept murmuring while we waited.
Finally, I cleared my throat.
“Patience, warrior,” Samuel threw a sympathetic glance my way. “We are waiting for the pack to gather.”
“With respect,” I inclined my head. “We left our mate alone and promised to return to her shortly.”
“So, you have mated her?” Daegan asked.
“The bond is new, but we believe it’s strong,” Vik reported. “But even if it would not survive a test, we claim Sorrel as mate. An
