Claray Grant feels the loss of her beloved grandsire as Yule approaches. Past thirty and still unwed, she fears she will be alone for the rest of her life, but then a miracle happens. Thorn Taylor, the man she has loved for years, professes he feels the same way.
Thorn has always wanted to marry Claray, but it took him years to find the courage to pursue her. Her adoptive sire, Connor Grant, is chieftain and a legendary warrior, and Thorn is naught but an orphan. But Yule is a time when the impossible is possible, and Connor gives him permission to pursue his daughter...which only makes it harder when everything falls apart.
After Thorn plays a role in accidentally injuring Sela, Connor's wife and Claray's mother, he runs from the keep in shame, only to be captured by reivers. The happiness Claray and Thorn are so desperate for is about to be ripped from them, but two Grant spirits won't allow it. Alex and Maddie Grant have big Yule plans for their loved ones.
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They got up before dawn and left, just as Dyna had said. Claray was eager to get moving because even she could feel the storm coming now. The winds were increasing, the temperature was dropping, but fortunately, the snow hadn't begun yet.
They rode fast and hard, making only one stop, and Claray could feel herself getting more and more upset. They hadn't seen any sign of Thorn. She'd pestered Dyna and Derric with questions all day until she knew they wished to tie a gag around her, but she couldn't stop herself from worrying..
"Are we nearly there yet?" she asked a few hours later. Dusk was nearly upon them, and that made her nervous...especially since the snow had started.
Snowflakes swirled around them, and the wind buffeted the last leaves on the trees.
"Nearly there. I'd say an hour," Derric said. "Don't lag behind. Your mare is tiring. Be kind to her, or she'll buck you off, Claray."
READ MORE"I know, but I can't stop when I get worried." She looked over at her sister, needing one of her kind looks, but Dyna had her face well hidden inside her hood. "I'm trying my best."
"We're nearly there," Dyna barked. "Don't panic!"
Claray did her best to stay calm but gripped the reins of her horse too tightly. She knew it, and yet she couldn't bring herself to let up. The snow swirled around them in a mesmerizing, relentless pattern that was bound to make her heave. She pulled the hood of her mantle farther forward, doing her best to keep an eye on the horses in front of her.
Dyna yelled back to her, "Keep up, Claray. We have to get to Cameron land. I don't care to spend a week in a cave in this weather."
Claray shouted, "I'm trying my best, but my horse isn't moving any faster. She's afraid, too."
Derric moved back and said, "Let up on the reins. You're hurting her." As soon as she loosened her grip, he reached over and gave the horse a swat on her flank. The mare hurried forward with a nicker.
Claray followed the path as best she could. There were four guards behind her, at least, so there was no way she'd get lost in this storm. That much soothed her. Her eyebrows were frozen from the wind, her nose hairs tickling her, making her want to sneeze.
"We're on Cameron land," Dyna shouted. "We're almost to the stables."
They moved on ahead, but then the worst happened. The wind picked up, and the snow fell faster and harder than before. Her horse knocked into the horse in front of her, the mount ridden by one of the guards, but his horse didn't like it and tried to buck at Claray's horse.
Her gentle mare spooked and took off like a shot in the wrong direction.
Claray screamed, pulling on the reins, doing her best to control the wild beast, but to no avail. The frightened animal ran faster and harder, bouncing Claray so hard she could barely hang on. "Dyna! Derric! Help me, please!"
Nothing. She heard no one, saw nothing but a white blanket of snow—heavy, thick flakes blocking her view of everything. The wind blew so hard it whistled through the pines, and she covered her face from the bitter cold. Yanking on the reins one more time, she prayed her horse would notice and stop.
She did. The mare stopped so fast she tossed Claray into a deep bank of snow, and by the time she stood up to grab onto her reins, she was nowhere to be seen.
"Help, Dyna!"
Panic threaded through her body, and she ran and ran, tripping and tumbling into snowbanks until she finally lay on one of them and sobbed, her tears freezing onto her cheeks. She took shelter under a tree, which protected her view enough for her to look around. She peered in every direction for any glimpse of Dyna, Derric, any of the guards, and any of their horses.
Nothing but a seemingly endless expanse of white and pine trees.
She took several deep breaths, collecting herself, then moved back into the snow and ran in the direction she thought she'd come from. She knew, without a doubt, that her sister would be searching for her everywhere. She had to run into her eventually. Vowing not to turn around, she continued along in the same direction, treading through deep snow.
It seemed hours passed without anything happening, though she guessed it was probably just minutes. A sudden understanding hit her. She had to find a place to hide in until the storm was over. Dyna would find her eventually, but in the meantime, she needed protection from the constant onslaught of wind and snow. She shivered so badly that her steps slowed, each one more difficult.
You must go on. Think of Dyna, of Mama, of Thorn.
She continued until she could not move one more foot. Every movement she made became slow, arduous, nearly impossible. The snow continued to pelt her, as if laughing at her.
You should have stayed home.
Then she decided she would do no more crying. She huddled under a tree to gain her bearings for a bit, and as soon as the wind died again, she stepped out into the snow. There was something dark ahead, and she prayed it was a cave. If she could just get inside a cave...
What good would it do? She didn't know how to start a fire with wet wood, and that was if she could find any wood at all. Her horse had taken off with her saddlebag. She had no extra plaid to sleep on, no soft fur to lay underneath her.
She was going to die.
Her mind roiled from the thought, but then a subtle sense of peace came over her. The shivering stopped, her fear ended, and her breathing slowed.
She took four more steps but had to stop because she'd lost the energy to pick up her feet. It was too difficult, too hard to move, too cold, too...
Out of nowhere, a horse appeared next to her. The snow swirled around it so fast she couldn't even see if there was a rider on it. Was it hers?
No, it was much too large. This was a massive black warhorse who snorted at her as the rider came to a stop next to her, reaching down for her hand. She gave it to him, and the rider tossed her up in front of him as the horse moved on.
The man's heat enveloped her, and she sighed with relief. It had to be Thorn. "Thorn? 'Tis it not you?" She turned around to look, but the snow was so heavy that she couldn't make out the man's features. "Derric?" Nay, his hair was dark and it blew freely in the wind. He was much too tall for her to make out any features.
Then she knew who it had to be.
"Papa? I'm so glad you came for me."
She rested against his heat, cocooning herself in this man's arms, his chest protecting her back. Her father had always been her protector. She'd never thought of him as a stepfather, even though she still felt all the pain of knowing her sire had been an awful man. No stepfather could love her like Connor Grant did.
He led them straight to a cave, the one she'd seen up ahead, and to her surprise, there was already a fire lit in the entrance, positioned carefully so the wind wouldn't blow it out.
The man dismounted and reached for her, lifting her down from the horse. He tugged her hood down over her eyes and pointed toward the fire, ushering her inside with a hand at her back. She rushed over to the fire and basked in its heat. Unbuttoning her mantle, she stepped inside the protection of the cave and shook the snow from her clothing, watching it magically melt as it landed on the stone floor of the cave.
"I'm so grateful you came for me. I thought I was about to die." She smiled with pleasure and looked around to thank her hero.
It was then she saw them, a woman near the back of the cave standing with a man who had his arm wrapped around her, both wearing soft smiles.
For a moment, she couldn't believe her own eyes.
"Grandsire? Grandmama?"
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