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be by my side, Freya, I’ll find a way. We’ll find a way. If only you can just…”
    She had never seen him lost for words. She had never seen that heart-rending desperation on his face before. He had never looked at her so tenderly, nor seemed so unsure of himself. “Oh Eoin,” Freya cried, throwing her arms around his neck, “I love you so much.”
    â€œFreya. By the gods, Freya, I didn’t dare hope. Are you certain? It would require you to be bound?”
    She was laughing and crying at the same time. “I couldn’t be more sure. I love you. I’d do anything for you.”
    â€œYou would be changed.”
    â€œDarling, it won’t change me—or if it does, it will be for the better. Whatever I become, I’ll still be me. There was no me before I met you. I love Kentarra. I love your people. If they will take me, then I will be honoured to be Bound. To them and to you.”
    â€œAs my life mate?”
    â€œDarling Eoin, I want nothing else.”
    Their kiss was a pledge. A promise of a lifetime’s kisses to come, and an avowal of love. Though they burned with the fire of newfound love, Eoin put her gently from him. “There remains the issue of your father. Let me speak with him, then we must face our people together.”
    When Eoin resumed the circle fifteen minutes later, his voice was proud, unwavering. He was every inch the Prince of the Faol. “My people,” he said, “Freya will not, after all, be returning to her homelands.”
    There was a gasp of surprise as Eoin held out his hand for Freya to join him by the throne. As she looked out at the circle of Faol, she saw the hazy signs of some melding into their wolf, as they often did when perturbed. Her heart was beating soloudly she feared it could be heard.
    â€œThough honour-bound to surrender her, I cannot.” Eoin continued. “Fortunately, Laird Ogilvie is a man of great foresight.”
    The laird was seated, for his gout and the sea journey had sapped his strength, just as the awesome sight of the Faol people in the majestic cavern of the throne room had sapped his normal arrogance, but he nodded his agreement.
    â€œHis wish has always been for his daughter to make an advantageous match. What better then than an alliance with the Faol people?” Eoin said.
    The incontrovertible evidence of Freya’s persistent refusal to marry any man of her father’s choice, allied with the undeniable benefits of having a Faol prince as a son-in-law, had prevailed with the laird who was, as Eoin averred, a man of some foresight. The promise of a large sum of gold, the equivalent of a significant portion of Freya’s fortune, did not hinder matters either. And though it was not in his nature to be a fond parent, he had no wish to be a cruel one either. The love she bore the Faol prince shone too truly upon her countenance for him to deny. “Indeed,” the laird agreed.
    â€œLaird Ogilvie,” Eoin said, looking expectantly at the old man. “I return your daughter Freya, as I am contracted to do.”
    On cue, Freya’s father spoke. “Prince Eoin. I thank you for honourably completing your contract. Daughter, you are now free to stay here on Kentarra with my blessing.”
    There was a small silence, as if the Faol were holding their breath. Then Sorcha led the cheering. In her excitement she allowed her wolf to appear, and almost burst into laughter as she saw Laird Ogilvie collapse onto his seat, his eyes looking as though they would pop out of his head.

Epilogue
    Full moon. The Faol people gathered in a circle on the beach, itself a crescent shape of white sand, the waves shushing gently onto the shore. A bonfire blazed at the centre. The air was heavy with expectation and excitement, for tonight would be a double ceremony. A Binding and a Claiming. In their long history, no Faolhad ever seen such a combination.
    Eoin was nervous. In the ten