Stavanger Bay There is no forgiveness in nature

Thistle barked orders at them briskly, and Verrine listened with apprehension written all over his face. The mixture of emotions that roiled within him was caustic and confusing; he was terrified that he might lose his mate right here, right now, and he was absolutely seething with a white-hot, raging desire for vengeance and justice. He didn't know what to do, so he settled for the most practical option: he would go get the cobwebs that Thistle demanded. He kissed Julooke's head, whispered comforting words in her ear -- although he noticed that she seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness and probably couldn't hear him -- and then, with a curt nod to Thistle, he dashed off quickly for the den.