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in the Pack might even be tolerable under his protection. Usually, he was a big, rough man who didn’t say much, although right now he had protective written all over his face. Still, she wasn’t his type and he already had a female in his keeping, breeding. He’d let her go because he couldn’t afford to take on Leif today.
    “We don’t deal with outcasts.” Frey cupped his balls, massaging the package like his manly parts were some kind of prize. Wrong. “Unless you’re asking for a final farewell fuck.”
    So, okay, there was plenty about the Pack she wouldn’t miss. In her twelve months here, she’d never learned to submit and it looked like today wasn’t her day to start. She waved a middle finger at them, a picture being worth a thousand words. Ake’s angry rumble started up, right on cue, reminding her that obscenity had probably not been her smartest move but sometimes a girl had to make a stand.
    “Inside,” Even snapped to the Alpha’s muscle men, jerking a thumb toward the collection of turf huts and tents that made up their lair. Any passing human would take one look at the motley collection and decide arctic research station . More than clever cover on Leif’s part of Leif, the tents were the unexpected bonus of his violent takeover of the camp from their previous occupants. The original researchers were now polar bear food, the Pack moving into their place and barely surviving themselves, relying on subsistence hunting and the occasional burglary to get by.
    Ake and Frey weren’t bright. Brawny, yes, which guaranteed them a decent place in the Pack’s hierarchy. They were Leif’s enforcers and more than happy to do his dirty work. They actually hesitated, clearly debating whether or not the two of them could take down Even. The answer to which was: hel, no. Even, for all his good guy outside, was a vicious fighter. Ake and Frey came to the smart conclusion, turned, and stomped back toward the tents.
    Good riddance. Her last glimpse of the unhappy duo was of their parka-covered asses disappearing into the biggest, baddest tent, where Leif had set up court. Leif wasn’t rocking a Four Seasons either, but his tent had been a relatively safe spot to lay her head. Unfortunately, she had a taste for luxuries—and Pack life meant sleeping bags, Coleman lanterns, and peeing behind a bush. The lack of furnishings made it easy to move around their territory but she’d kill for a bed.
    And that was clearly out of the question tonight.
    “Shit, girl.” Rough affection leaked into Even’s voice as he squatted down beside her and handed over a pack and a parka. Thanks to him she wouldn’t freeze to death before nightfall. April in Greenland was still colder than shit, even if spring had finally started making its presence known. Next time, she needed to get bitten by a tropical werewolf, one from Tahiti or Hawaii.
    She rolled to her feet, allowing his big hands to guide her upright. “I meant what I said.”
    Even shook his head. “Alpha won’t negotiate on this. He said go and that’s your only choice.”
    At least he pretended it was her choice and not an ultimatum.
    “Then it’s a damned shame he’s the Alpha.” When she met Even’s eyes, his brief, terse nod said he got her subtext. He’d work it out and fight for the Pack leadership, but not in time to help her today. The glaring white expanse of flat snowscape was downright pretty with the sunlight bouncing off the ice-crystals and lending the illusion of warmth, but she knew there was nothing but predators out there. If a polar bear didn’t chow down on her ass, she’d freeze or starve.
    “Ragnarök’s coming, no matter what Leif does. All of the Norse Gods will be riding our asses hard, out for blood.” Ragnarök, the Norse Armageddon, had been prophesied millennia ago. The seers claimed a werewolf would kill Odin, bringing about the onset of Ragnarök. That legacy had become insta-excuse for the rest of the Norse world to