Thorbjorn
“Hush, hush,” I crooned bending over Sage on her hands and knees. She purged, cried, and purged again while I held her hair. When she finished, I folded her in my arms, wiping her mouth on the edge of my torn jerkin.
Idiot. Rolf tossed his wolf head.
I am. We must take care. We have seen so much. She is an innocent.
Her sniffing turned into coughing.
This wet air is not good for her.
Grey Men are about. We’re stuck here for a while.
“Here,” I tucked the wolf pelt around her. “You must keep warm.”
“What are you going to do with me?” Her small body shook. “You say my friends are safe.”
“They are. As safe as they can be. You will just have to trust us.”
“I do not like it here,” she shivered, and I tightened my hold on her. She was so small and sweet, too frail for my liki
