I dreamt of a man, tall with black hair and golden eyes. He ran from me, keeping just inside the edge of shadows where I dared not tread. Finally I called his name, “Gunnr!” but he gave me a sad look, and turned and disappeared.
When I woke I stared at the ceiling of the hut for as long as the warriors let me lie. Last night had been the turning point. I had submitted. I now wore their torc. The beast within me, whatever she was, wanted nothing more than to entice, and be dominated by her mates.
The more level headed Fleur knew this brief holiday would end all too soon.
Eventually, the pack would catch up, and the warriors would die. Or the Grey Men would close ranks and we all would.
“So serious, lass.” Erik leaned over me. “Dinnae start your morning with a frown. Arne and Gunnr will
