Knut
Hazel moaned in my ear and I came awake with a start.
We lay on a bed of soft pine needles, my body curled around hers. The goddess only knew how often I had claimed her last night, but it had been enough to make us fall asleep on the ground.
Fog drifted over us. It should be dawn but the world was grey.
“It’s all wrong,” Hazel muttered and thrashed in the throes of a bad dream.
“Little one.” I shook her awake.
“Knut? Where are we?” She was cold, her face pale as last night’s moon.
“In the forest, where I made you fully mine.”
The wind whistled through the trees, but did not dispel the fog. The thick cloudy air advanced like an army of ghosts.
Hazel shivered and I tucked the pelt around her.
“Come. We need to get you close to the fire.” I drew her up, keeping her close as I
