The sun shone brighter as we neared the mountain, but my thoughts plunged back into despair. Even if the Alphas pardoned Knut, showing mercy because we’d been under the Corpse King’s attack, Knut would not return to my side if he believed he was unworthy to be my mate.
Then what would become of me?
At the foot of the mountain, two women sat on stones, hands folded in their lap. They rose as we approached.
“Go to them.” Brokk rumbled. Leif nodded encouragingly.
Aware of my ragged dress and wild hair, I picked up my skirts and approached them. One dark-haired and one blonde. The closer I got, the more familiar they looked.
“Hazel?” the blonde called, and I halted. She and the second woman closed the distance.
“I am Sabine,” the blonde told me. “This is my sister Muriel.”
“Welcome,” M
