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 gaze.

Hakon had to admit this straightforward boy was starting to grow on him more than he had planned at first.

He was very much like Hakon.

Abigail was sweating buckets and, when she saw her mother approaching with the whole entourage, she nearly screamed for help.

"I accept the fight, but I already know you can protect her body. What worries me isn’t that… but whether you’ll do the same with her heart," Hakon finally answered.

Incredibly, he was more relaxed than Abigail thought.

"I will… I’l