The next morning, the strange chill in the air matched the frosty silence between Erik and Arne. I huffed and, taking up the staff, went to get water with Gunnr.
We walked in silence. My heart was too heavy to speak of what I had seen in my sleep. From the wolf’s sad mien, I wondered if we’d shared the same dream.
A snarl rang out from the woods as we neared the stream. Gunnr immediately pushed in front of me, forcing me back. I didn’t need a second warning to run. We raced back, Gunnr at my heels, with the growling sound behind us. As I neared the hut, I placed the sound. Not wolf. Berserker.
“Come, Fleur,” Arne burst out of the hut. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along. Just his touch made me faster than I would’ve been otherwise. The staff also gave me a weightless feeling that ma
