NARRATOR

His boots crunched, crushing lots of his new friends, and warning hisses sounded everywhere.

While he set the boat in motion, standing, steady, pushing off the muddy bottom with the oars—he felt movement against the leather.

His tall boots helped a lot and blocked most of the attacks, but a few bolder ones jumped to bite him above the pants.

Fenrir didn’t stop the chase. His strong biceps bulged with the vigorous strokes of the oars.

He looked like a psycho stalker out for revenge.

And