Chapter Twenty-Two

While spring storms continued to rage, Brand spent hours locked in his hut, the pretense of his being a guest apparently abandoned. He studied the parchment he had been given until he had committed every syllable to memory. He'd wracked his brain trying to remember if he had ever heard anything similar in shifter lore but couldn't. Brodi had kept up with all that. Brand had never been interested, and now he regretted it.

He wished he could get a copy to Bjorn to take to the elders, but he didn't know how. Not being allowed to move about freely while all the warriors were holed up from the storms, he had to find another way to pass on his message. Young Leif had been put on guard duty the last few nights and he obviously took his duties much more seriously than Vidar. He'd stood straight as the King's Guard at Buckingham Palace all night. Not one snore or nodding head that would tell Brand he could try to sneak out in wolf form even without the bar across the door.

His wolf was not ma