Vik
I pinned our mate to the pelts, gripping her hair so she could not look away. “This is the geas talking,” I growled. Thorsteinn was right. We were used to an enemy we could see. We kept forgetting that Sorrel was not the one we should be fighting. “The enemy is in your mind, but we will do anything to break the curse. We will not rest until you are healed.”
From her prone position, our little fighter blinked up at me, very rapidly. She was holding back tears. Not once had we seen her cry. Not when we took her from the abbey. Not when we ran from the draugr. Not when her leg snapped and exposed the bone. Not when we stood before the Alphas and renounced her as mate.
She would cry now because we had shown her tenderness. A small crack in the wall she put up between us.
“You belong to
