"Wolf Warrior - 03 - A Viking's Vow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Monet Rae)

arms were bound above her head, her legs tied to two sturdy stakes and her war paint had
been washed off.

The position made her vulnerableЧa situation a Wolf Warrior never wanted to be in.

Eyeing the man sitting in front of her, Sable sucked in a strained breath. It was the
Norseman who had struck her in the woods. The man was huge, his muscled, veined arms
folded over a wide chest. A metal armband in the shape of some sort of animal adorned
his right bicep and a tattoo of the same design decorated his left. His sculpted legs were
bent, his bare feet rested on the ground. He wore only a leather loincloth draped between
his powerful thighs. Light brown hair streaked with platinum-blond highlights fell his to
shoulders. His bright blue eyes watched her. As he leaned forward, a gold cross dangled
from a chain on his neck down to his breastbone.

If Sable didnТt know any better, she would assume she was dead and in the presence
of an angel.

She thought about her own tattoo, the one on her shoulderЧtwo intertwined Celtic
circles, the sign of the Solarians, with a sword uniting the circles. A Wolf adorned the
middle of the lower circle. She wondered if he had noticed it. Women did not have marks
like that outside the Realm. She didnТt want to reveal the Realm, or her people, to her
enemy.

He was applying a salve to a cut on his stomach. Apparently, he had also sustained
injuries from their battle. He appeared calm and nonchalant, as if he didnТt have a care in
the world. His face was regal, a straight nose, and high foreheadЧperhaps from a royal
line, she thought. He smiled at her, displaying a dimple in each cheek. If she wasnТt in
such an undesirable place, in that moment she might have fallen in love with him.

She tested the bindings around her ankles, tugging her arms down. Just as he had
promised, the rope tightened. The manТs smile disappeared, and he frowned.

Rotating her head from side to side, Sable did a quick assessment of her situation.
She was tied naked in front of a barely clothed man, alone. They were in a tent of some
sort, she guessed, in the middle of the Scottish woodlands. A fire pit in the center of the
structure warmed the tent and her nakedness, the smoke wafting up a hole in the tent roof.
Pelts of her dead fellow protectors were piled around her.

IТm in trouble.

A low whine alerted her.

УMidnight?Ф

An answering muffled ruff made her turn toward the noise. She growled and arched
toward her wolf. Midnight was trussed to another steel post, muzzled and bound more
tightly than her. Ropes were wrapped around her brave companionТs legs, torso, and
nose. SableТs anger elevated as she struggled to free herself and assist her wolf. The more