Sorrel
All around, warriors raged, cursing me and calling for my blood.
Thorsteinn and Vik held the line, hulking monsters covered in silver or black fur. They kept the mob from reaching me, but I was not helpless. I backed up to a rocky outcropping and chose my targets carefully, shooting over the monsters’ heads.
“Enough,” a blond warrior roared. I angled my bow upwards as he and the three Alphas joined the fight. Two dark-haired Alphas, one covered in tattoos, attacked viciously, pulling Berserkers off Thorsteinn and Vik and growling for the opposing mob to back down.
A flutter of black feathers caught my eyes. There, circling over the fight, was a raven. In its claws glinted a familiar stone.
“The moonstone,” I gasped. I was out of arrows. Reaching in my pockets, I drew out the ru
