Swiftcurrent Creek combat—i'm ready for combat

Startled—he found himself trembling, unable to contain it as he continued to check her over. She quaked with sobs, buried to his chest, and he held her fiercely, bewildered.

Moss, dead.

A baby found beside her. Moss had been pregnant?

There had been a jolt in him—about to all but drop Eshe and from his embrace and trace her scent back to the scene at the very mention of his daughter entangled in the events—but he relaxed when she quickly assured him she was fine now. A sharp exhale was given, his eyes a storm as he studied her, brows creasing.

Wren fought. A torn puppy tail.

Mae was in Kvarsheim…

With that Ranger…


His chest was tight. A tension headache curled at his temples, but he took a moment as her words quieted, raining kisses upon her, a low growl seeping past his lips, despite himself. “Eshe, can you go to Kvarsheim? Keep an eye on Mae and the puppy? Why are they in Kvarsheim when Bellatrix is nursing?”

He paused—“Do you know who made the attack?”

Because they were about to pay.