Two days later, I walked down the mountain path at the end of my patrol. A group of wolves stood around the fire, waiting for a giant boar to finish roasting.
My ears pricked up at the sound of Siebold’s voice.
“Stupid cur.”
I came around the rock to see what was going on. Siebold had his hands around Fergus’ throat.
“Siebold, let him go.”
The warrior growled but released the little red wolf, who gasped and wriggled away. “Why? You want to f**k him? Your woman doesn’t satisfy you?”
I ignored the Viking’s taunts.
“Admit it. Your beast isn’t satisfied with s*x without pain. It wants to mark her. The flogging just gave it a taste of what could be--”
“Let it go, Siebold.”
He fell silent, and I started to walk away when I heard him comment to another warrior, “Now if I had that dumb b*
