Haakon
This is the one. I told Ulf, using the private link between our minds. In the century we’d shared the bond, I’d never felt such a rush of triumph. The beast in my breast howled at the sight of the woman backed into the corner.
“Stay away,” the woman growled, as brave as any wolf. She caught up a pan and threw it. I jumped out of the way, and it hit Ulf, who cursed.
“Watch her, Ulf,” I laughed. “She’s a fighter.”
“I mean it,” she looked around in desperation, perhaps looking for another thing to throw.
She is our mate, I said silently to Ulf, who confirmed it with a nod. He kept his head turned, hiding his burn scars. Perhaps he didn’t want to scare her any more than she was.
Not that she seemed frightened.
She was lovely, with dark hair, flushed cheeks, a bosom that jiggled e
