EXCERPT from Chapter One:
Unknown location off the coast of England— late spring 1149

Edan of Roul stood at the fore of his ship, staring out over the open sea.

Where was that spawn of Satan?

The choppiness of the water told of yet another brewing storm. Having to repeatedly take refuge against the storms had hindered his search for the knave he sought.

Days ago, he and the captain of his guard, Raymond, had arrived back in Edinburgh just in time to be immediately sent out on another mission for King David. Out of all the underhanded and, at times, gruesome tasks the King had set upon him through the years, this one left his stomach churning and a sour taste in his mouth.

That he essentially had orders to murder Brandr’s youngest offspring, Peter, wasn’t what caused his current uneasiness. Peter and his older brother Randall were as evil as Galdon, their sire. As far Edan was concerned, the Brandr family deserved whatever fate dealt them. He would gladly be the hand to deliver that fate.

Lord Galdon of Brandr had nearly destroyed the Rouls with his silver tongue. Years ago, Galdon had convinced dozens of men, including Edan’s father, to commit treason against King David of Scotland, using nothing more than words.

Edan’s older brothers, Elrik and Gregor, had grovelled at the King’s feet to save their foolish father’s life and Roul Isle. They had pledged not just their lives to the King’s whim, but also his and Rory’s when they came of age. All four Roul brothers had spent their adult lives serving the King in whatever manner he deemed necessary, be it spying, killing, or any other nefarious deed. King David’s wolves meted out royal justice.

He’d do that part of his task gladly—and with gusto. No, what caused this sudden unease was the main object of this mission—to return Amice of Holmeson to the court.

He hadn’t had any contact with her in over five years now. Not since the day before their marriage when she’d had Raymond deliver a missive to him. A brief, nonsensical message declaring that she couldn’t wed him because she didn’t love him like a wife should love a husband, but more like a sister loved a brother. The countless times they had spent curling around each other belied that statement.

She’d boldly stated that while she cared for him and would never forget him, he would be fine without her. She’d gone on to write that he’d find another to wed, one who loved him the way he wanted and deserved. He’d memorised every word of that missive—burned it into his heart in a futile attempt to wipe away any feelings he had for her. Then, to add further insult to injury, she’d run away so he couldn’t force her to explain her sudden change of heart.

Eventually, the pain of her rejection had dulled to a constant ache. He’d not wasted any time trying to find her and had brushed away his brothers’ offers of help because he hoped never to see her again.

Unsurprisingly, the King had been smirking the entire time he’d given orders for this wolf’s mission. David enjoyed nothing more than playing with his subjects’ lives, especially concerning matters of the heart.

A great deal of thought was not required to know what the King was up to. King David had married his older brother Gregor off to Warehaven's youngest daughter under the guise of a mission. Then, he snared the eldest wolf, Elrik, by wedding him to King Olafr's great-granddaughter—Brandr’s natural daughter—again under the guise of a mission. Most recently, he’d sent Rory to Rockskill on a mission that ended with the youngest wolf married to Rockskill’s lady.

Of a certainty, Edan knew exactly what King David was planning.

Never mind that those three marriages had been advantageous for all involved, including the King, and seemed to have worked well for his brothers—he wasn’t about to be tied to someone who had already rejected him not once, but twice. No, the King would simply have to realise his match-making game wouldn’t work this time around.

The sudden whipping of the sail drew his attention away from his irritating thoughts. Edan frowned at the clouds building in the darkening sky, then he glanced at the white horses gathering on the water behind them and cursed. Once again, they would need to seek shelter against the coming storm.

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