icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Her Match, His Fire

Chapter 3 I Should Have Drowned Her

Word Count: 1392    |    Released on: 02/11/2026

he headland slow, the way a man w

the water. They were not rogues. Rogues come in twos and threes and they come at night and they run when t

love on his right hand, and even at that d

p, and he wanted to shift, and I held him where he was because a w

ith her knees drawn up, watching the boats, a

w them,"

he glove,

and tell me quick, because they ar

than the boats did. "That is Councilor Halvard. He sits on the Council of Alphas, and he has sat on it for thirty ye

he decided a

ided it is

ething in her amber eyes I could not name, some ugly thin

with him

is orders in my mouth and his match in my hand." Her voice was flat. "And I

a fine di

only one

onto the shelf with his gloved hand held up, and behind him six more men came off the boats with rifles slung acro

the voice of a man who has never had to raise it. "I have heard a

r is dead

le grey eyes went up and down the whitewashed stone the way a man sizes up a h

not a thing the

atient smile, and it did not reach his eyes. "Your lamp was dark for eleven hours in April. Did you know that? A

he cod run and Runa had been minding the lamp and the feed ha

is a clerical

pack is a living document, kept in that lamp room and read aloud at the full moon. If the document has been altered, or if the lamp has not been kep

," I said, "when the Cou

Ingrid, who was standing very still beside the rocks

nd my head was cold and clear and I could feel the whole

t came apart on the north shore four nights ag

while. She looked back at him, and I watc

along the shelf toward the tower stairs. "I will take the lamp room, Alpha. My men will take the pack house. The hearing will be in three days, at

bottom step and

about her ship. I shall want to speak with her before the hearing." The white gl

on the iron, and the three grey boats

tever my wolves say about my temper. I walked up close to her and I k

you came in his boat. You gave me two st

or them," she said. "

t a window latch, you have a Council seal in your bag, and now the Councilor who b

d came up and closed around the strap of

me to Værøy, put me on the pier, and tell them I am a liar and a stranger. It wil

red a

offering you a b

y person on this island who knows what Halvard does to packs that cannot prove their charters. So yes. Ro

something glass knocked agai

rwell, mild and clear, and it said, "

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
Her Match, His Fire
Her Match, His Fire
“I am Eirik, Alpha of the Saltfjell pack, and I keep one rule: no one touches the lighthouse lamp. It marks our border, and the charter hidden in its lamp room is the only thing keeping my wolves on this rock. Then I smell smoke at two in the morning and find a woman on the stairs with a lit match. Her scent hits me before her name does. Mate. Ingrid claims she is only a stranded fisherwoman, but she asks the wrong questions and carries a Council seal in her bag. She has been sent to prove our charter is forged and erase my pack from the map. Every hour she stays, the bond pulls tighter. Every hour she stays, the evidence against me grows. The Council arrives with the next full moon, and the lighthouse is already burning. Place and Time: The remote Lofoten Islands, northern Norway, in 1953, in the cod-fishing season of the midnight sun.”