Anomaly of Fate

"What about Fenrir?!"

Velren shouted over the howling wind, his voice was barely audible as the trees blurred past them. His hands gripped Sköll's fur tightly, and his body was pressed low against the white wolf's back as they sped through the forest.

"We sensed multiple attackers!"

Sköll called back, flattening his ears against his head.

"Fenrir'll handle the majority! I'm going after the ones that split off!"

Velren's heart pounded. Attackers? The convoy was supposed to be heavily guarded—who would be reckless enough to target it?

Sköll's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Listen to me carefully, kid! If we run into someone, you hide. Got it? Stay out of sight—but not too far away. Keep close enough to see what's going on."

Velren opened his mouth to argue, but Sköll's tone grew sharper.

"And if—on the off chance—I get into a pinch, you go find Fenrir. Understand? He can guide himself to me faster if you lead him."

"What? Are you crazy?!"