Fenrir
The woman standing before Winter and me is not one I have ever seen before. The blonde is dressed in rags, and the young boy isn’t much better. The boy is covered in bruises and clinging to his mother. He’s terrified, but most people are when they look at me. A man of seven feet and built like a mountain would scare anyone upon first seeing them. According to Winter, the long hair and beard make me look more intimidating.
‘You don’t know this woman, do you?’ Winter asks me telepathically.
‘I have never seen her before in my life. Did you honestly believe I had fathered a child with someone else?’
Winter’s chuckle fills my head. ‘Of course not! My love, I never thought for one moment this child was yours. I was curious as to why someone would say such a thing, but I trust you wit
