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

Mikkel felt his mate's small hand jerk then tighten on his. He knew beyond a doubt that the last witch was the witch in Rose's vision. She had described her in great detail. Right down to the small dark mole on her upper lip. Straighten in his chair, he released a sudden and low growl. The entire pack felt their alpha couple's tension. Because of this, many sat up straighter. The "Others", the wolves, the vampires, even the bear and cat began to growl low in their throats. 


"Really Mikkel? One would think that my delegation and I are unwelcome. After all, there was once a time that I was welcome anywhere in this keep. Especially, anywhere you were" Lady Midnight smirked at the angry expression on Rose's face. "Who knows, maybe I will be again." 


Rose really wanted to get up and hit the woman and her "delegation." The only thing that kept her seated was the fact that Mikkel and Hildi had grabbed her hands and would not release her. 


sjau-tján