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 and Rose walked into the Great Hall. As soon as they did, all heads turned and the room was filled with sudden silence. Some of the faces actually looks worried. Rose chose that moment to address the group gathered. 


"Good morn, my clan. This morning things are occurring in our pack. We have so many new couples. I look for many babies to be born come Spring." Rose stood and spoke with confidence. 


"You can't conceive. You cannot provide the Alpha Jarl with an heir!" A voice shouted from the back of the room. 


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