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

The two week celebration of harvest time finally came to an end. The final sheaf of wheat was bound and stored in the granary. The last ear of corn picked, the last potato uprooted, the last apple picked. The Keep's cellar was full and all were thanking all of the gods and God for a bountiful harvest. The last celebration was tonight. The Keep was full of guests. The vampires were finding willing lovers and people to feed from. Most feed from animals, leaving the human population to breath a sigh of relief. The viking werewolves were happy. Their Luna was happy and had helped many couples to be mated. The former Luna among them. It was suspected that come Spring many babies would be born. 


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