NARRATOR

"I’m not doing anything, I wouldn’t give my female that kind of grief," Fenrir confessed, stroking the back of her hand with his finger.

"If you think I’m not enough for Abigail, we’ll settle it like two warriors, in the battlefield, and I’ll make you eat dirt."

"Fenrir!" Abigail looked at him and then at her father.

As proud and war-hungry as Hakon was, he was surely going to get angry.

But the Alpha of the swamp just stared at him for a few seconds, while Fenrir held his challenging