Ulf
Do you smell that? My warrior brother, Haakon, nudged me. We stood outside the abbey, waiting amid the ranks of the Berserkers to claim our prize. The woman we’d waited over a hundred years to find.
Our mate.
What do you smell? I asked, using the private link that connected his mind to mine.
A scent like… flowers. Blossoms.
I sniffed the air. The scent was spicy and pungent. But there was a hint of floral sweetness.
There, I pointed to a wing of the great stone building, at the foot of a tall tower. The scent comes from there.
But, Haakon nodded to the second half of the building, long and low with a few windows. The main sleeping area is there. That’s where most of the women are.
I grunted. As we watched, our Berserker brethren broke down the door of the building Haakon pointe
