A coastal village. A viking. A young girl. A trade.
Rose was the village outcast. She saw things. Things that the village priest said was blasphemous. She knew things in advance. Things that no one should know. 
Mikkel sailed for this village to initiate trade. He never would have thought that his mate would be the one to greet him. Her gift was revered in his land. In hers, it caused her to be shunned.

The Wolf's Rose

Rose stood in wonder, cupping her cheek where Moorwyn had licked her. All present stood in wonder as well. Mikkel finally realized that they had been down here in the bowels of the castle for some time and would be missed. 


"Rose, it's time to go." Laying a gentle hand on her shoulder roused Rose from her wonderment at the events in her life. She quietly followed her mate as he led them back up the steps to his war room. As her father was closing the hatch and covering it back up, someone knocked on the heavy oak door. 


Isska opened the heavy door to see Lothar with his fist raised to knock again. "Go back to your woman, second. Your Alpha Jarl and Lady Luna will be adjourning to the great hall momentarily. 


TOLF