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 next few days were relatively peaceful for the clan. Despite have a larger than usual number of guests staying at the Keep. It was almost like time itself was holding it's breath, waiting for the 'big' something to happen. 


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