Viggo
Fenrir leaps in the air, transforming into the man I know. He lands on his feet with the force of a meteor.
The courtyard cracks beneath his feet, stone shattering outward in a ring of dust and power. Elves scream and scatter, diving behind pillars, sprinting for cover, some dropping to their knees in instinctive submission.
Arendil’s eyes widen in shock while his son takes a step back.
It’s no secret that my father is massive in every way, height, build, and even his aura. Not many can be in his presence without almost shitting themselves in fear. With the exception of family, of course.
Fenrir’s eyes, burning silver and black, lock onto me. And they are furious.
My name leaves his throat like thunder. “VIGGO.” His voice carries through the courtyard like a bomb going off, mak
