Hazel
Knut, I screamed, but he’d blocked my mind. I ached, sensing the emptiness where he’d once been. The connection had lasted only a few moments but I felt the loss of him like a severed limb.
I staggered to my feet, pressing forward in the thick mist. I had to find him.
In the distance, Knut bellowed.
A giant shape loomed out of the mist. A warrior with golden eyes. Then another, and another.
I stumbled backwards and hit a hard, armored body. The Berserkers were at my back and front, hemming me in.
“What’s this?” A large hand tugged my hair. I slapped at it, and burly arms grabbed me, held me fast.
“A woman.”
More hands on my legs. “She smells delicious.”
“She’s in heat.” The voice was thick with lust. “A spaewife.”
“Is she unclaimed?”
“No,” I kicked hard, and my foot struck
