Then
“Stay back,” I forced the words out. My fingers gripped my small bow and arrow. If the nuns found me with such a weapon, they’d beat me half dead. So, I hid them with the rest of my belongings in the stillroom, where the nuns were not allowed.
The abbey was under attack. Underneath the stillroom table, Fern and one of the young orphan girls cowered. A warrior hunted me, a demon-eyed invader with an axe and long knife in his belt and a grey pelt over his shoulders. He held up his hands, weapon free.
“No need to fear, little warrior,” he crooned. But at his feet, a giant creature prowled—an enormous white and grey wolf with glowing eyes. The warrior murmured something else and the wolf stepped forward.
I jerked my bow towards the creature. “I’ll shoot you.”
The warrior chuckled.
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