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which was undoubtedly why the Vikings hadn’t bothered to conceal the presence of their keep. Covering the four hundred miles between the Pack’s lair and the Vikings’ keep would have been impossible on foot.
    She had no idea what she’d find at the keep. Her Viking could be dead. Or perhaps surly and unhelpful was his usual modus operandi and the side of sweet he’d shown her was an incarceration-induced aberration.
    He could be AWOL.
    Taking a vacation.
    Off raiding and pillaging and unable to RSVP to her end-of-the-world free-for-all.
    A thousand and one things could have happened to him in the last twelve months and it was even possible that there was more than one gang of Viking Berserkers in the world. Even if it seemed to her like the paranormal world simply wasn’t large enough to survive two such gangs, she could be heading toward a dead end. There was only one way to find out.
    “Stay away,” Even said roughly. “Go into town and hole up there. There’s money in the jacket pocket. Give me a couple of weeks before you come back. Things will change. You don’t like the rough sex here, but whoever you find out there isn’t going to give you better.”
    The bite had changed her in more ways than one. Although she had only fuzzy memories of life pre-bite, her body recognized that the rough, dominating sex of the Pack was something new. It wasn’t so bad, but it was also never enough for her new werewolf libido. She seemed to have an empty hole in her body that no cock had filled. So much for sexual experimentation, right? At least now she knew what she didn’t like—even if she was still looking for the right guy to help her figure out her like list.
    You betcha . She swung a leg over the seat, gripping the handlebars in her gloved hands. Catch a Viking. Catch a break. How hard could it be?

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    The bride was doing the glowing thing again. Calder’s brother beamed, a silly ass grin stretching his face as he leaned down to plant a kiss on Pure’s mouth and she beamed right back at him, clearly satisfied with being imprisoned in a Viking’s arms. Vikar had gone a-Viking and saved the Valkyrie a few months ago. The rescue mission had apparently then taken a turn for the better, because Vikar and Pure had been an item ever since. Now, they were permanently hitched.
    Good for them and pass .
    Calder wasn’t interested in finding a mate of his own. He had plenty of opportunities for sex and mayhem without resorting to happily ever after and a wedding band. The loony look on Pure’s face announced that Vikar would always have a home and a homecoming with her—and Calder could admit that was one hell of a promise, even if it wasn’t one he himself had any intention of making to a lover.
    He was happy for his brother, he really was. Even if weddings made his feet itch and his eyes roll back in his head. Calder fought the urge to bang his own head against the keep wall and waved off the drinking horn headed his way. Once he got the horn in his hands, he’d be honor bound to drink the damn thing down to the bottom. Getting drunk off his ass would certainly put an end to this wedding for him personally, but driving would also be off-limits then and he had escape plans to put into motion.
    Going a-Viking had never looked better.
    “You plan to be the next?” Rad elbowed him hard, grabbing the horn and upending it. Apparently, getting shitfaced figured prominently on the other Viking’s agenda.
    While Rad swallowed and the others chanted encouragement, Calder considered his options. He had no need of a wife. Weddings had been contracts when he was born and a means of forging alliances. Back then, a man could have two or three wives, in addition to bed slaves. And, unless he was interested in a widow, a woman’s consent to the marriage hadn’t been required, although only a fool who wanted to wake up minus his cock would be that shortsighted. Courtship was also quick, brutal, and bloody if the man took too