Stone Circle the last page turned is a perfect excuse to write a whole new book.

She shut up but her tail spoke for her, beating fiercely around her ankles as she snuck glances between the pair. She'd learned almost as much about Fig in a single sentence than she had their entire week together. He has a blind sister. He is a caretaker. His wealth of patience was making sense.

Gunnar gives his approval and the nornir prances forward to plant a kiss on his cheek before dashing back to Fig’s side.

“Hátalari,” she calls him in the pack’s dominant icelandic before translating, “Counselor.”

“Are you sure this is what you want, Fig?”
Are you sure you want me?