Brokk
She’s fighting it, Leif said into my mind. I raised my head. Darkness had fallen over the abbey; only one window held light. A few Berserkers lingered, checking for stray spaewives. They’d tied the remaining nuns up and would stand guard over them all night, setting them free in the morning. We had the night to get our mates back to the mountain.
She is already consumed by the mating heat, but it may take longer to convince her she’s ours.
We don’t have time for games. You think she’s our mate, you deal with her. You have a silver tongue, Leif. Use it.
Silence. The past few seasons, Leif and I had been more and more at odds, our beasts provoking us to anger. A mate would soothe both our tempers. She’d have to. If Leif’s beast or mine broke free, neither of us would survive.
We m
