Ulf
The woman glared down at me. Something flickered in her scent, anger mixed with something intriguing. It was almost enough to take my thoughts off the stink of blood.
Almost.
I turned my head, trying very hard not to think when the beast within me raised its head, smelling fresh meat.
Not meat. I told it.
It’s all right, brother. Set my bone quickly and leave me to heal while you hunt. I’ll be hungry enough to eat a boar. Even in my mind, his voice was strained with agony. Our new mate can cook it.
“Kneel here,” I ordered Laurel, directing her to a place at Haakon’s feet. She obeyed immediately, spots of color on her pale cheeks betraying her roiling emotions.
I wanted to blister her bottom, but not as much as I wanted to build a giant tower to keep her safe from all harm. Perha
