While the trolls ran in horror, veering away deeper into the forest in the opposite direction of the sound.
The humans found themselves too mortified and dazed to do anything. It was the human curiosity to at least understand what was behind that roar. What monster could send nearly ten trolls stumbling over themselves in blind panic?
All except Paul.
He stood frozen as well, but for a different reason. He wasn't questioning what had made that sound.
He had felt it before it reached his ears. A pull deep in his chest.
When the roar finally tore through the forest, it took everything he had not to answer it.
His throat burned with the instinct to howl.
Whatever had scared the trolls, Paul knew exactly who it was.
———
Fenrir announced his hunt. But then he howled again when he felt a member of his pack nearby.
Originally, he had gone out in search of his next victim. Ever since the chieftain had dared to challenge him, had taunted him, Fenrir had not forgotten.
