Rolf
The abbey rang with screams, but the woman in my arms remained silent as I towed her along. She was a brave little thing. The beast had chosen well.
“We must go,” I told her. “A great evil is coming, and will not stop until it possesses you.” My voice rasped from little use.
Thorbjorn stalked behind us, his eyes lit bright gold with the beast on the hunt. I would’ve passed the woman to him, but a touch of his mind told me he simmered with barely controlled rage. There would be time enough for him to hold and enjoy her, if we got out of this alive.
“This way,” he growled, and broke into a door. I caught Sage in my arms and ran.
How do you know this path? I asked as Thorbjorn led us down a dark hallway.
Knut asked his bride Hazel about the most useful routes through the abbey. She
