I dreamed of a monster roaring through the forest. The dark shape rushes the magical boundary at the foot of the mountain. The bodies of the enemy rush him and fall, limbs snap like dry branches and the scent of rotting flesh rises in waves to choke him.
I jerked awake, clawing at the sunlight air. I knew without looking around the lodge that Jarl was gone. The fire was cold and at first, I feared both warriors had abandoned me. Then Fenrir came to my side.
“Come, Juliet. The sun is high.”
“Where did Jarl go?” I clutched the fur. My body still trembled as if it expected the enemy to rush me at any moment.
“He went ahead to clear a way for us.” Fenrir laid a new dress on the bed beside me. I touched it before I could stop myself, amazed by the fine woolen garment. It was a rich purple,
