15 Chapter 15: A gift for the bride

Skoll and his men walked towards them. He moved with the slimy gait of a snake rather than a Wolf. His slick backed hair reminded Charley of those 1980s drug cartel movies. Who the heck did this guy think he was? Rafe straightened to his full height. Charley held herself perfectly still.

"Ah, well, it seems you have found a wife after all. Well, isn't that just grand. Tell me, you didn't happen to kidnap her by any chance did you, Rafe?" his lightly accented voice reached Charley's ears.

Skoll was huge, but Rafe was bigger still. He met Skoll's stare and after too long a moment the other Wolf looked away. He seemed to grind his teeth as he bared his throat slightly. Rafe growled, a threatening sound, nothing like Charley had heard before. Coming from anyone else she would have been terrified, but she only felt pride that it was her husband.

"I've brought a gift, for the bride," Skoll snapped his fingers, and a pair of hands held a wrapped box out to Charley.