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The next day, I helped her dress in her one remaining gunna, along with thick leather boots. “Samuel has requested ye dine with the pack. You’re to stay close to me or him at all times, and keep yer eyes lowered.”
I checked the torc around her neck. “This marks ye as ours,” I told her, “but there are limits to its protection.”
Her fingers stroked the silver collar, and I felt a surge of protective pride. I kissed her, then gripped her wrist. “Come, lass.”
I led her out of the cave, pausing in the entrance.
“Remember the rules, now. Dinnae look any of the pack in the eye. The wolf considers it a challenge.”
Her brow wrinkled.
“I’m serious, lass. Tis a grave offense. Keep yer eyes down and keep close to me.”
She frowned but stepped closer, her eyes trained on the rock at my feet.
