Juliet
Inside the lodge, the scent of sawdust bit my nose. I sneezed just as Jarl set me down. He held on to me, and I pushed him away, sneezing again. I did not want his help.
“Juliet,” he murmured, but let me stagger away from him. I was no longer freezing—Fenrir’s fur robe had warmed me, and even though the air inside the lodge was not warmer, it was at least sheltered from the wind.
I turned in a slow circle, examining the place they’d brought me. This lodge was not unlike the lodge of the unmated spaewives.
They’d kidnapped me from my home now twice. First from the abbey, then from the lodge where they’d promised I’d be safe. They’d stripped me of everything I’d known.
All I had left were my vows, and even those they would leave in tatters.
I walked further into the lodge, aware
