Thor

n years. I ignored Freya's wails from outside, focusing on seasoning the meat with the wild he

ew neighbors peer out of their windows, though none dared t

ation. Silas Croft, the pack's deacon, stepped out. He was a stern, middle-aged man

e were her savior. "Uncle Silas! Help me! My mo

xpression concerned. "W

iming I had attacked her for no reason, refused her

on a cloth. I met Silas's suspicious gaze with a tired, lon

m. I had dealt with their condes

satory. "Is what Freya says tru

y trouble, I'm afraid. Gideon drank too much again last night, got into a terrible fight with

ng my act of rebellion int

e gets more spoiled by the day. She threw a tantrum because I wouldn't buy her

r her feet. "You see? I cut that for her myself. She threw

thes to my own simple, patched tunic. His exp

g!" Freya prote

iled her rotten. In fact, I was just thinking it's time she went to the

rs were always complaining about the

u're right, Elara. A little hard work would do her good." H

ack at me. "Abou

h rare healing herbs, found by the hardworking and devoted me of the past. "Here

coins we were expected to pay. My status in his eyes instantly shif

taking the pouch. "I'll leave

and drove away wit

. Her one chance at rescue had not only

w. One, you pack your things and report to the training camp tomorrow

eyes and, for the first time,

agnus," I said to my son, who had watched the e

solving it, I had also dealt