Being kept as a babe meant when it was time for me to use the privy, Thorbjorn and the wolf both came to steady me. I blinked back frustrated tears at my weak limbs, turning my head when Thorbjorn cleaned me. He placed me back in bed and I cried until the wolf climbed back up and licked my face clean.
“You have no reason to hide from us,” Thorbjorn said, lines creasing his forehead. “We are your mates. We will see to your every need.”
I turned my head away. I was wasted to nothing, and useless. Surely, when the warriors realized this, they would cast me out?
The wolf lay his head down on my lap, and nudged my hand until I stroked his silky fur. Somehow, I felt better.
I must have fallen asleep, for when I woke, Thorbjorn had left, and the warrior Rolf now stood in his two-legged form,
