22
Fern
Snow flurries filled the air by the time Svein returned. I’d kept the fire burning high, using the stack of wood he’d left and not venturing one step beyond the cave. As soon as his blond head came into view, I rose to greet him.
He grinned and raised his arm, showing me the rabbits in his hand.
“Oh, well done,” I breathed. His grin widened.
To my surprise, he advanced, locked his free arm around me, and caught my mouth in a kiss. Warmth shot straight to my toes, pooling at my center.
I broke away to ask, “Dagg?”
Svein jerked a head back the way he came. “There, by the rock.”
I had to look hard to distinguish the large dark wolf from the shadows at the edge of the forest. But it was him.
“He came. And in wolf form. But how—”
“No time to explain. Storm is coming, worse tha
