Willow
I cowered against the wall, pressing into the stones so hard my spine hurt.
“Go!” Brokk ordered, but I could not move. He ducked and wove, fending Leif off. I cried out as the black beast that had been Leif rushed Brokk, who fell to his back before him. Brokk’s powerful legs kicked up, sending Leif flying into the thick fog, out of sight.
“The mist,” Brokk shouted. “It is the Corpse King’s making. It attacks the mind.” His human face disappeared, jaw elongating, fur covering his skin as he turned into a monster. “The beast,” he barked. “Run.”
Leif’s growl echoed around the keep. I whirled and ran, ignoring the agonized snarl of a predator missing its prey.
I disobeyed and paused to glance back. On the castle wall, two men stood locked in combat as the mist swirled around them.
