Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

It was. It didn’t have the same beauty as the forests or the mountains but it had something of its own. Bridget had found, over the years, it was less the place and more the wolves that made a place worth staying. She’d taken a liking to Reverie fairly quickly, and if her husband was similar, she was sure they would get along fine.

It is. She took a breath, then stood, responding with an easy smile. I don’t need to intrude, but I’ll stay close either way. Wait here, I’ll be back in a few. She’d taken some supplies with her, but hidden them back while she hunted. She’d bring them and find a place to start a store here, somewhere dry and safe. Her husband might not want her so close so soon, but she’d at least choose a spot nearby. She’d need to be within calling distance while they worked on finding the right solution to this problem.