Fenrir
I watched the little nun hurry across the fields. She met her friends, two unmated spaewives younger than her. They embraced her and went back inside the lodge.
“She’s coming into heat,” Jarl muttered. “She hopes to hide it. But I caught the scent.”
“She can’t hide from us.”
Down at the lodge, a throng of young girls tromped out, led by an older one. Juliet had a little one balanced on her hip. She did not glance at us as she ushered the girls along toward a flower-filled meadow in the other direction.
I crouched and touched the flowers Juliet had plucked and discarded. “She will resist, brother,” I said.
Jarl’s lip curled. “Easily overcome.”
“And what about the Alphas’ decree?”
“What about them?” he shrugged. “The Alphas say what they must, but when they found a spaewife th
