Rohesia readied her bow. Lorenzo stopped her.
“Five against three. They’ll raise the alarm. Be patient.”
Rohesia, reluctant, did as ordered.
The soldier dealing the punishment let go of the victim’s collar and stepped back, shaking their paw out to relieve the accumulating pain that repeatedly battering someone brought. The furthest Tseontaeg picked up a lantern and walked towards the recipient of the beating, raising it.
TseontaegFor a second, Rohesia saw Ragnar. She saw a wolf kneeling before a g**g of thugs, face bleeding and swollen, crumpled clothes clinging to him in fear. She saw black and white fur, strong blue eyes glinting in the light, and an athlete’s physique weathered by starvation.
Yet a second later it faded. Her eyes adjusted and revealed the smaller frame, the differ
