Knut
The four warriors met me as I left the Alpha’s audience. Leif and Brokk, Rolf and Thorbjorn had always been ready to fight at my back, even before the witch cursed us.
“Thank you,” I said. They blinked at me in surprise, and I felt ashamed. Had it been so long since I expressed my gratitude, my need for the pack? “Without you, Hazel and I might still be lost.”
“You were close to being free of the fog,” Thorbjorn, the largest of them, came to throw his arm around me. We pounded each other’s backs, until the pack bonds between us hummed.
“I was a fool to stay away,” I said. My arrogance put my mate at risk.
“We’d have done the same, if we’d had a chance to catch a mate.” Leif c****d his head to the side. “Well? What did the Alphas say?”
“I must speak to Hazel.” I’d begged my leade
