Later that night, I woke to harsh voices arguing. Sabine and her two mates slept on the far side of the lodge. Try as I might to keep a blanket muffling my ears, I often overheard their lovemaking.
Tonight there was more anger than love.
“You don’t understand,” Sabine was saying. “The twins are not like Brenna and me. They were coddled, sheltered. We kept them safe at all costs.”
“We will do the same.” Ragnvald sounded amused. “You think a Berserker cannot shield his mate from all harm? Muriel will be safer with a warrior from the pack than with any other creature on this island.”
“I fear the Berserker rage more than any other force.”
“You fear nothing, little witch,” That was Maddox. “Much to our dismay. We wish you feared us. It would be easier to make you obey.”
I imagined her swa
