Chapter 12
Ragnar
Feeling a sharp pain in my muscles, I took a step back, shaking my head.
"Uncle Ragnar?" Ivar called out.
"Leave," I said, rubbing my forehead.
"What troubles you? Thou dost not look well."
"I said leave!" I yelled. "Go to your chamber. Lock the door and venture not out. Should you disobey, I shall tell your father what transpired."
A small frown tugged at her lips, and she stared at me for a moment before walking away. I watched her back as she walked out of sight before turning my gaze to the fence.
I looked at the moon in the sky. I was terrified. I felt fear rushing through my veins.
I stood near the fence, placing my hands on it. I ran my tongue over my teeth. Were my wolven teeth out?
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This happened every month when I shifted into my wolven form and ran into the woods. Most people of my kind had already turned into their beasts, and the humans here were killing them.
