Highland Wolf
Chapter One
Dunncraig-summer, 1477
"Pat the dirt o'er the seed verra gently, Meggie."
Annora smiled as the little girl patted the dirt as
slowly and carefully as she patted her cat Sunny. Margaret,
who stoutly preferred to be called Meggie, was
all that kept Annora at Dunncraig. Her Cousin Donnell
had wanted someone to care for the child, and
her family had sent her. That was no surprise, for she
was poor and illegitimate, a burden every kinsman
and kinswoman she had was quick to shake off whenever
they could. At first she had been resigned, but
then she had met little Meggie, a child of only two
with huge brown eyes and thick golden curls. Despite
the fact that Annora thought Donnell was a brutish
man, even feared him a little, and had some doubts
about his rights to claim Dunncraig, three years later
she was still at Dunncraig and not simply because she
had no better place to go. She stayed for little Meggie,
a child who had stolen her heart almost from the very
first day.
"Seeds are precious," said Meggie.
"Aye, verra precious," Annora agreed. "Some plants
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