Northstar Vale sunsweet

Many thoughts had played through the mind of the Arche. Tamar had said that she would take their secret to her grave, that she would not speak to aloud to anyone. Arsenio did not believe this would help her, but he would not command her to share what had been done – as long as his wife was free, the mercenary man had nothing to complain about.

When her call sounded through the vale, the red wolf lifted his head to her voice and answered in a deep returning howl.

Long legs carried the man to where she was – the red wood. Snow painted the ground in white, contrasting sharply with the remaining leaves that glistened overhead. Arsenio took Tamar in his gaze, heart heavy.

My love… he spoke softly to her, stepping to her side and breathing in her scent. The fragrance of her filled his mind with want.