But the fever did not leave. As seasons past and autumn gave way to winter, I grew to dread the full moon. My heat did not pass. It grew worse.
And finally came the night when I sat shivering in frozen mud. The Berserkers had watched and waited, and now their patience was at an end.
“This ends now,” Fenrir said, and my heart beat like a war drum.
Jarl and Fenrir would allow me to resist no longer. They would claim me, and my suffering would be over.
It would only come at the cost of my vows, and my pride.
The warriors surrounded me, caging me between them. There was no escape.
Jarl bent his head to mine. “We’re taking you this night.”
And deep down, I felt relief.
