8
Sorrel
The Alphas bid us wait in the cave while they conferred further with the witch. Vik and Thorsteinn refused to leave my side, even when one suggested they should not leave me with two Berserkers in monster form.
“Sorrel does not fear them. Why should we interfere?” The quiet blond Alpha, Ragnvald, winked at me.
Inside the cave, I submitted to the warriors pawing over me, checking for wounds. “I’m fine. You came for me before I was harmed.”
“We never should’ve left. We will not do so again.”
I swallowed around a lump in my throat. “The mob burned our home.”
“We will build another.” Vik caught my hand. “Sorrel, you reached out to us.”
“I had to, did I not?” I flushed. “It was the only way. I did not want you to think I left you.”
“I doubted for a moment,” Thorsteinn admitted
