By the Light of the Scottish Moon - Unrated (My Kilted Wolf, #1) Read Free Page A

this.” He gestured towards the bonfire and line of angry men.
    Freya nodded numbly in response.
    “I say this to ye in kindness, but also as a warning. Yer life and anyone ye talk to will be forfeit should ye fail to keep silent.”
    She nodded. It didn’t matter what strange ritual they were performing here, she wanted nothing to do with it or them. “I understand… and thank you.”
    He snarled under his breath, looking back at his group. “As a foreigner ye dinnae know yer offense. Better ye leave this world safe in the ignorance of yer kind.”
    Bryn’s reference to her kind made her wonder what they considered themselves. She’d heard Kade refer to them as The Chosen. Were they a secret society of perverted Scottish nudists?
    “I will keep it to myself until I die,” she assured him, grateful he’d set her free.
    He opened the car door for her, “Good.”
    “But why—”
    Slamming the car door shut, he stated harshly, “Ye have four days at most. Spend them wisely.”
    Freya felt a cold chill run down her spine after hearing his death sentence for her. Even modern medicine couldn’t pinpoint the exact time and yet… she believed him. There was something otherworldly about Bryn and the others, it was remarkable—and frightening.
    She drove away completely shaken by the events, but determined to take heed of Bryn’s final words to her. Only four days…
    That didn’t leave much time to realize a lifetime of dreams.

Little Lamb

    F reya woke the next morning feeling far more pain than the day before. Was it simply her mind playing tricks on her after Bryn’s pronouncement the night before?
    Despite the excruciating pain, she headed out to explore a new castle—one far away from the madness of the night before. She drove a long stretch of dirt roads in the exact opposite direction, only stopping when she came across an unusually large herd of fluffy white sheep in a green field.
    She couldn’t explain it, but she felt and overwhelming urge to hold one of those tiny lambs, and pet it to her heart’s content.
    Freya climbed slowly out of the car, feeling a wave of nausea as she squeezed her way through the fence. She took a moment to recover, before timidly approaching the skittish herd. They wanted nothing to do with her, especially the mamas with babies. She finally quit chasing them, and sat on a grassy knoll, believing that if she remained still they would quickly realize she meant no harm.
    To her mortification, however, the owner of the sheep showed up. He yelled at her from the road. When she didn’t move, he angrily crawled through the fence and made his way to her.
    “Get off ma land!”
    Although Freya was embarrassed, she was equally determined to hold a lamb, and shook her head with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but I simply must pet a lamb or die.”
    He scoffed. “Being a bit dramatic, aren’t ye?”
    She shrugged. “It’s the simple truth.”
    Freya noticed the twinkle in his eye when he asked her, “So a wee lamb will save yer life?”
    She smiled shyly. “Aye.”
    “Well… I suppose I could allow it if ye promise to leave afterwards. Yer scaring ma herd.”
    Freya giggled, looking at the white bundles of fur that wanted nothing to do with her. “I kind of noticed that myself. All I want to do is pet one, but they keep running away.”
    “Ye have to know how to talk to them, lassie.”
    The old man began speaking to his herd in soft lilting tones that even calmed her. “That’s it my pets, that’s it…” He went up to the smallest one and picked it up without any protest from its mother.
    He walked back over to Freya and laid the tiny thing on her lap. “The runt. Seems fitting fer such a brash lassie as ye.”
    Freya grinned, cradling the tiny creature to her chest. “Yes, the runt will do me just fine.” She petted it gently, holding the little lamb close to her body. She was gratified when it lay its head against her and closed its eyes. Its heart beat