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“You’re going to make yourself sick if you eat anymore,” he said. “You need to slow down.”

“I don’t want to slow down. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.”

“That’s because you haven’t.”

Fenrir shoved the remaining items back into one of the bags and set it on the floor.

Grace grumbled, making Fenrir chuckle.

He pulled her into his arms and laid down with her. “You need to rest. Being in heat is no joke. Especially after fighting off silver poisoning twice in one week.”

Grace breathed in his orange-cinnamon smell and sighed. As her stomach rolled and gurgled from the sudden onslaught of sustenance, she snuggled into Fenrir’s arms.

Fenrir began purring, and she couldn’t help but relax into him and close her eyes.

His fingers tangled in her hair and stroked her head lightly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” she said.

“Did you see that bright light flash back at your camp?”

Her eyes opened again. “Yes.”

“Was… was that your mother?”

Memories floated back into view.

Her brother dragging her to the camp. Her father looming over her with a gun in his hand. The hammer cocking back on the gun, and then a flash of light so bright it knocked her brothers and father away from her and sent the gun flying in the air and out of sight. The men had been dazed for a minute and had just regained their bearings and started toward her again when Fenrir and Loki had appeared. And beyond them, leaning against a tree, a figure.

“No,” she said. “It wasn’t her. She didn’t come for me after all. After everything my father did to try and make her appear, she didn’t.”

“Then who saved you?” he asked.

She looked up at him, confused. “You did. You are my hero. You saved me, Fen.”

“Me?”

She propped up on an elbow. “Yes, you. You came for me. You protected me. You saved me.”

He thought about her words for a minute. “Okay. That’s true, but, if it wasn’t your mother who produced the light, who was it?”

She cocked her head to the side. “Didn’t you see him? You ran right past him.”

“Who? Who was it?”

“Odin. It was Odin.”

EPILOGUE

Fenrir pulledat the collar of his dress shirt. He had never dressed up in a suit and tie in his life. But Grace had insisted. And when Grace insisted, he obeyed.

He looked at himself in the mirror and blew out a breath before tugging on the tie.

Grace slid up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. “You look good enough to eat.”

Fenrir smiled and spun to face her. “Oh really?”

She nodded, and a glint of mischief twinkled in her eyes.

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