Freyja
Castlewood was a few hours from Blood Fire in Scotland. Chief Williams was a sweet man who reminded me of Denny with his quiet demeanor and kind eyes. His wife, and mate, Matlida, is just as lovely too.
“What an honor it is to meet the protector!” Chief Williams said in a deep voice. He shook my hand firmly and smiled. “Forgive me my asking, but where is the Peace Speaker? I thought you would have both come.”
“Elle is dealing with some personal matters at the moment, but if we need her, we can always call,” I said.
“I hope all is well with her,” Matilda said sweetly. “But I’m also so excited to meet some of the Black Wing tribe! I have heard such lovely things about you kids. It’s been a while since we’ve visited with Chief Denny and Patricia.”
“Denny is no lon
