Rolf
As my warrior brother comforted the little female, I thought of all the nights the beast had howled within me, gnawing my insides in its hunger for blood.
It’s almost over, Rolf, Thorbjorn spoke using the links between our mind, strong from a century of use.
I met my warrior brother’s gaze. Back in the abbey, I thought you would lose control.
I nearly did. You know the oath I made. If my beast claims my mind before we bond with a mate, you are to kill me.
I know. I made the same oath.
I Changed. The magic left a wolf pelt about my shoulders. I took it off and dropped it next to Thorbjorn, for him to wrap around our little captive. He tucked the fur around her small form, tender as a father with his child.
Crossing my arms, I retreated to a boulder and leaned against it. I remem
