Thorbjorn
I waited in the sun-dappled shadows of the forest, my arms crossed over my chest and my warrior brother Rolf in wolf form at my side. We’d fought in many battles and knew the power of the moments preceding an attack. I’d checked and rechecked the hone of my axe, the tightness of my belt and boots. Everything sat in place. Now I breathed deep the gathering gloom and watched the abbey.
Two warriors trotted over, the redheaded one grinning like a fool.
“Leif, Brokk,” I greeted them.
“We met one of them—a spaewife. She is unmated.” Leif all but rubbed his hands together. Brokk sat back on his heels, quiet as usual, but there was a hint of eagerness in his otherwise reserved expression.
You idiots, the wolf at my side chastised via the pack bonds.
“Our orders were to remain unse
