10
Fenrir
Our little bride looked dazed as we led her from the tiny church. As soon as we left the clearing, I gripped the back of her neck and guided her back to the grove where I’d left my pack.
I leaned close to whisper, “This way, little wife.” Though I wouldn’t have thought it possible, her cheeks reddened even further.
When we reached the grove, she stumbled away from me, backing away until she stood in the patch of bluebells.
“Is this why we came all this way? So you could marry me like this?”
“Yes. Does it make you happy?”
“Yes, but—” Her brow wrinkled.
“You didn’t have a choice,” I said quickly. “We will not allow you to leave us. We will bind you to us in any way we can.” I came to her side and took her braid, starting to undo it.
“All right.” She rubbed her forehead.
J
