2
Juliet
“I heard the warriors talking. Laurel is with child.” Meadow slouched next to my bed, chewing on her lip.
“Good for her.” I swung down, wincing at the cold. Autumn came early in the mountains. I grabbed my cloak—the one Jarl and Fenrir had given me—and swung it around my shoulders. It was dark blue and lined with rabbit fur. Heavy and warm enough for me to wear through the winter.
It had been several moons since the Berserkers took us from our home. The orphans and I lived in a lodge nestled high in the peaks. We were surrounded by forest and meadow.
“I wish to visit her. Perhaps I could stay with her while she carries the babe,” Meadow said, twisting a lock of her hair.
“Perhaps. I can ask our guards.” There were always several stationed nearby our lodge. To keep others out
