Night had fallen before I returned, a giant stag draped over my shoulders. The beast raved inside me, even after a long hunt and a few lonely sessions with my c**k in hand. A fire now burned inside me. Only Laurel could put it out. So, after running the perimeter to check for signs of the enemy, I carried my game to camp.
The light flickering through the trees gave me pause, but I schooled my steps and ignored my old fear.
Haakon dozed, his arm propped under his head, as if he’d laid down for only a moment. It did me good to see him sleeping peacefully. A brush with his mind told me his pain was fading.
The woman sat near the blaze, poking it with a stick. She’d cut her old shift into an apron to protect her fine dress. A few dark hairs had fallen out of her braid, but other than that s
