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Chapters (58)
  1. Cover
  2. About Den of Wolves
  3. Title page
  4. Contents
  5. Dedication
  6. Character List
  7. Chapter One: Bardán
  8. Chapter Two: Cara
  9. Chapter Three: Blackthorn
  10. Chapter Four: Bardán
  11. Chapter Five: Grim
  12. Chapter Six: Cara
  13. Chapter Seven: Blackthorn
  14. Chapter Eight: Bardán
  15. Chapter Nine: Grim
  16. Chapter Ten: Blackthorn
  17. Chapter Eleven: Bardán
  18. Chapter Twelve: Grim
  19. Chapter Thirteen: Cara
  20. Chapter Fourteen: Bardán
  21. Chapter Fifteen: Blackthorn
  22. Chapter Sixteen: Grim
  23. Chapter Seventeen: Blackthorn
  24. Chapter Eighteen: Cara
  25. Chapter Nineteen: Grim
  26. Chapter Nineteen: Grim
  27. Chapter Twenty-one: Grim
  28. Chapter Twenty-two: Bardán
  29. Chapter Twenty-three: Grim
  30. Chapter Twenty-four: Blackthorn
  31. Twenty-five: Cara
  32. Chapter Twenty-six: Grim
  33. Chapter Twenty-seven: Blackthorn
  34. Chapter Twenty-eight: Grim
  35. Chapter Twenty-nine: Blackthorn
  36. Chapter Thirty: Cara
  37. Chapter Thirty-one: Bardán
  38. Chapter Thirty-two: Blackthorn
  39. Chapter Thirty-three: Cara
  40. Chapter Thirty-four: Grim
  41. Chapter Thirty-five: Blackthorn
  42. Chapter Thirty-six: Cara
  43. Chapter Thirty-seven: Blackthorn
  44. Chapter Thirty-eight: Grim
  45. Chapter Thirty-nine: Blackthorn
  46. Chapter Forty: Cara
  47. Chapter Forty-one: Blackthorn
  48. Chapter Forty-two: Grim
  49. Chapter Forty-three: Cara
  50. Chapter Forty-four: Blackthorn
  51. Chapter Forty-five: Bardán
  52. Chapter Forty-six: Grim
  53. Chapter Forty-seven: Blackthorn
  54. Chapter Forty-eight: Blackthorn
  55. Acknowledgments
  56. About Juliet Marillier
  57. Also by Juliet Marillier
  58. Copyright page

‘Tired, mm?’ Grim reached out as if to brush a strand of hair from my face, but drew his fingers away without touching me. ‘Sad, too.’

Tears pricked my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to lean on him, shut my eyes and will the rest of the world away for a while. What in the name of Danu was wrong with me? I’d delivered dozens of infants without turning to mush. ‘A few memories coming back,’ I said. ‘Nothing to bother yourself about. But I do want to stay, just to make sure she’ll be all right. If the weather clears and you have to work, you could get to Wolf Glen from here easily enough, couldn’t you?’ I hoped it would go on raining. We hadn’t had our day together yet. Not Fann’s fault; she could hardly be expected to time her child’s arrival to suit us. But I’d been looking forward to that day. Foolish woman.

‘Thing is,’ Grim said, and there was a note of apology in his voice, ‘I don’t think I can. Stay, that is. Met Bardán before. Up at that hut where the herbs were growing. Seems like that was his house, a long time ago.’

‘What was he doing there?’ My heart had gone down to my boots. I ordered myself sharply not to be so silly. ‘I thought you said they kept him on a short leash.’

‘That’s the problem. If he doesn’t get back to Wolf Glen soon he’ll be in trouble. Told him I’d go back when you didn’t need me anymore. Walk over there with him. If I’m around they might go easier on the poor sod. He’s in no fit state to be on his own. Been weeding around his wife’s grave. Funny, I didn’t even know there was a wife until today. Her and his parents, all buried up there. Don’t think he’d been to the house since he came back from the Otherworld. If that’s where he was, all those missing years.’

I swallowed several things I wanted to say, all of them selfish and wrong. ‘You’d better go, then. I can cope here. And if I don’t want to ride home on my own in the morning, I’ll ask Osgar or one of the others to come with me.’

‘You sure?’ Grim had a little frown on his brow. His eyes told me how easily he saw beneath my surface. ‘I can stay, if you want. Bardán’s a grown man. He walked over here, I daresay he can walk back. May even have headed off without me, seeing as the light’s fading.’

‘I’ll be fine. You should go.’ I drew a breath, trying to make it steady and quiet. ‘Grim.’

‘Mm?’

‘Thank you for looking after the men. Ross must have been beside himself with worry.’