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Her Match, His Fire

Chapter 2 My Mate, the Arsonist

Word Count: 1420    |    Released on: 02/11/2026

rn my back o

gged feed with a wire from my pocket, wiped the soot off the glass, and stood there until the flame burned clean and yellow and the beam swung out over the w

base of the tower, the small stone cell where my father used to sleep when the weather was too foul to

ving me here

aving yo

the rock. On the oth

you," I said. "So they

this room, I am no use to anyone. You ne

oing in here," I said, and shu

od, waiting for the shouting, and it never came. That was worse, somehow

ack water where my boat had been. The planks were gone now. The foam had spread out and faded. Somewhere out there, past the sk

t, and every few minutes he would stop and turn towar

Go down

to put out

is w

is o

to shut up.

at a market and could not be more than ten paces apart for a month, and how the male went half mad when she was called away to her aunt's. I u

woman who came to my island

her braid, which is a stupid thing to dream about. I woke three times in the night, and each time the sound that had woken me

d half a loaf of the hard bread from my own cupboard, becaus

ed. The door

r's room

nothing. And the little window at the back of the room, the one that looked out onto the sea rock, was open, the

did not howl. He went very still, and very cold, and I felt

k fell away below in slabs of wet stone. She could have bro

awn up and her braid over her shoulder, looking out at the sea. Her coat was soaked and her boots were beside her and her canvas bag was in

air. She did not turn around,

ed window with a f

a fish,"

are a

gold, and there was a purple bruise coming up along her forearm where she had caught it on the sill. "I left things out. The

was nowhere else to sit and because my wolf was

st island is six miles of cold water. So the two of us are stuck on this rock until my pack comes ou

ne. I would have missed it i

ot to be clev

ver once m

ks, and the gulls were fighting over something in t

. "One true thing, before my Beta ro

d on the north shore, and I have been watching your lamp every night. Last night was the first night I had the courage to climb tho

d have sta

ogues. And when they find out I am still here, they will not come to fetch me. They will come

d changed and brought me a scent off the w

ng boats. Long grey boats with men in them, and a flag I did not know, and in

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Her Match, His Fire
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“I am Eirik, Alpha of the Saltfjell pack, and I keep one rule: no one touches the lighthouse lamp. It marks our border, and the charter hidden in its lamp room is the only thing keeping my wolves on this rock. Then I smell smoke at two in the morning and find a woman on the stairs with a lit match. Her scent hits me before her name does. Mate. Ingrid claims she is only a stranded fisherwoman, but she asks the wrong questions and carries a Council seal in her bag. She has been sent to prove our charter is forged and erase my pack from the map. Every hour she stays, the bond pulls tighter. Every hour she stays, the evidence against me grows. The Council arrives with the next full moon, and the lighthouse is already burning. Place and Time: The remote Lofoten Islands, northern Norway, in 1953, in the cod-fishing season of the midnight sun.”