We sit outside underneath the moon. It is not full, but it is so close to it.
“I was selfish before I met you,” Anders admits to me. “It was how I became cursed. I cared for no one but myself.”
“Was that why your father was cursed, too?” I ask him.
“Yes.” He sighs, laying back on the grass. I lay next to him, resting my head on his arm. “We did not appreciate all the Gods gave us. My Father wanted a wolf fur to wear. We hunted for weeks when he finally killed one. I helped him. I helped him skin it in the woods, leaving the body and taking only the fur.”
I nod. This doesn’t sound like him at all and I find it shocking, but I don’t say anything, letting him open up to me as he is ready.
“The wolf we killed was the pup of Odin’s wolves,” he says softly. “We didn’t know the
