I sulked through the morning even though I was alone until noon. Maddox finally emerged from the wood. The tight look on his face told me he was at the end of his control.
When I asked, he told me, “Ragnvald is with the pack. If you pray, little witch, ask for peace to rule that meeting. His beast will not respond well to threats.”
‘If his control is so fragile, why did you let him go?”
“He needs to establish his place in the pack. The meeting will reaffirm the pack bonds, deepen them, give the pack the strength they need to control their beast.”
I huffed and went to and from the fire, heating water for cleaning..
Stripping the pelts to air them out.
I felt him at my back and stilled. “Do not worry, little witch. He will return soon.”
“I do not care if he returns. I do not care to
