We spent the day inside, romping, taking breaks only to let a fellow Berserker come in with a fresh kill—a gift from Knut, in honor of our mating.
“He didn’t come himself?” Thorbjorn raised a brow.
The Berserker lifted his hands. “I’m just the messenger. Knut has a mate—perhaps he is busy with her?”
“More likely he is a coward.” Rolf shut the door behind the visitor. “He knows I want to kill him for not protecting Sage, and sending her alone out among the wolves.”
“I was fine,” I said. “He did it so you would claim me in front of the pack.”
“I would not let you walk out alone, even with a claim,” Rolf grumbled. “And Sage, when you are out, you will not look at any man but us. ‘Tis not seemly for our mate.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “That is impossible.”
Thorbjorn looked up fr
