Doris watched the men wander back to their cottages without a single glance back at her and stood frozen in the snow. She watched as her breath form clouds of fog in front of her but made no effort to move towards warmth.

“It won’t be hard for you to pretend.” Said a voice in her mind. Doris glanced around to make sure it hadn’t come from someone else.

“What?” Doris asked out loud. Her voice sounded so small in the breath of wind.

“That’s our mate, it’ll be say for you to pretend to be his wife.”

Doris realized she was speaking to her inner wolf. She’d heard it...