Page 47 of Wolf Pack
Agnes nodded. “We’ve never had any trouble from the brothers. Hopefully, once they are part of the wolf pack and realize we’re all wolves and need to be there for each other, they will no longer have any animosity toward you and your family if they have it now.”
When they finished the wash and carried the wrung-out clothes back to the croft, Dawy and the twins had arrived back at shore. They had caught enough fish to cook for dinner and had smoked trout for extra meals.
“You know we will need to make clothes that will blend in with how we dress here,” Agnes said.
“Aye.” That was another chore that needed to be done.
Conall carried the fish to a table outside and prepared them while the twins watched.
“I want to do that,” Drummond said.
Conall shook his head. “Not now. When you’re a little older.”
Agnes and Isobel hung the clothes to dry and then went inside the house. Dawy was sitting on a bench resting.
“How is your leg?” Isobel poured a fresh tankard of honeyed mead and handed it to him.
“Better. It’s been two weeks since the accident and I should only have another week before it’s mostly healed.”
“As long as you rest it,” Agnes said, getting ready to bake bread.
“How were the twins?” Isobel asked.
Dawy laughed. “I have never made as great a catch as we did today. They brought me luck and caught some themselves, though one trout nearly pulled Libby overboard.”
Isobel smiled, thinking back to when she and Conall couldn’t catch anything the morning Alasdair found them and took them into his pack.
“He’s telling the truth.” Agnes kneaded the bread.
“What did Cleary and Baine want?” Dawy asked.
Agnes glanced at him. “You saw them?”
“Aye. I kept the twins on the loch in case the brothers thought to cause trouble for them.”
Isobel thought the world of him. She was glad he was as wary as she was when it came to anyone visiting without invitation.
Agnes let out her breath. “They wanted to know if Isobel and her kin were related to the Vikings who fought our people.”
Dawy frowned. “What did you tell them?”
“Naught. They must speak to Alasdair, but he plans to turn them tonight.”
“Och, then we might have to eliminate them.”
“Aye,” Agnes said.
“Where did the horses come from?” Dawy asked.
Isobel hoped he didn’t believe that Conall and she had stolen them.
“Oh, Alasdair gave them to Isobel and Conall,” Agnes said in a way that made it sound as though he was sweet on Isobel.
“In case of trouble,” Isobel said, explaining Alasdair’s reasoning.
Dawy and Agnes exchanged looks and smiled.
Conall carried the fish inside so that Agnes and Isobel could cook it. Truthfully, she had done a lot of cooking for her cousins, but she still preferred any duty other than that.