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

It had been two solid weeks of training for Rose. Two weeks of bruises, scrapes, tears, anger and frustration. But also, two weeks of accomplishments, testing the limits of her magic and strength, discovery what her heritage could mean to the people, her people. She knew that Mikkel was worried about her. But she also knew that he was extremely proud of her. As if thinking of him brought him to her, her husband and mate appeared. Excusing herself, Fiona, her first Lady-in-Waiting, left the room. She knew that the Alpha Jarl could help her Lady Luna finish dressing. Bowing, she exited the room, but not before she saw the Alpha Jarl scoop up her Lady Luna into his arms and kiss her soundly before setting her down. 


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