Page 28 of To Free a Soul
“Get away from me, you vile creature!” she shouted, slashing the air again. “You’ve already taken my family from me, but I will not let you have one bite of me. I will use this blade. I swear it. You come closer to me at your own risk.”
Her feet knocked into broken furniture, and she tripped to the side. She scrambled backwards into the corner when Fenrir, uncaring of the danger, skulked closer.
When he encroached on her space to sniff at her, she screamed and sliced her blade through the air. It connected with the crown of his skull and broke in half due to its low quality. Fenrir yelped, his orbs turning white, and sat down while covering the top of his skull from her blow.
“No hit,”he whined at her.
Her blue eyes somehow managed to widen further. “Oh heavens, it spoke.” She covered her mouth as she shook her head. “Did it steal Blakely’s voice?”
She winced and shrunk into herself in preparation for a final strike when Fenrir reached a clawed hand towards her.
“Do it. Just kill me then. Make it fast.”
Instead, he placed it against the wall next to her head to balance himself and sniffed at the top of her head. She made herself even smaller as he inhaled her hair and then moved down to her cheek.
He gave another rumble, this time with his orbs shifting to bright yellow.“Smell nice.”His deer tail wagged against the ground.“Pretty.”
“E-excuse me?” she rasped, opening her eyes to look at his skull.
She screamed when his large hand encompassed her thin arm and pulled her along the cabin floor. She fought against him, kicking and yanking, which caused the contents of her bags to clank against the wooden boards.
“Let me go!” She screamed louder when he took her all the way outside and hoisted her up over his shoulder. “Put me down, Demon! What more could you want?”
Fenrir ignored her shouts and her knees kicking into his chest as she punched at his back. On three limbs, he carted the woman through the forest with a wag in his deer tail. His orbs remained bright yellow; he was quite happy with himself and the new thing he’d found.
Something that, apparently, never smelt of fear as she was carried. All she showed was rage, and it didn’t cease no matter how far he took her. She even buried her face in the fur of his back and tried to bite him before resuming her yells.
Nothing she did mattered, weightless and weak to something as formidable as a Duskwalker. He was able to carry her and all her bags without issue.
Although the day pushed into its highest peak, Weldir kept that viewing disc at his centre while he brought the one displaying his sleeping mate closer.
“Lindiwe,” he called. When she didn’t stir, he did so louder. “Lindiwe, wake up. Something is happening that may be of interest to you.”
She flinched and then curled deeper into herself on her side. Burying her face in her hands, she then rubbed at her eyes before peeking them open.
“Weldir? Did you call me?” she asked, her voice sleep-laden and with a lovely rasp.
“Yes, little female. I did.”
As if that was all she needed, her eyes opened wide, and she sat up within her protective dome. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
She reached for the handle of her bag, pulling it closer to her from where she’d been using it to cushion her head.
“I wouldn’t say anything is wrong just yet.” His gaze slipped to the viewing disc of Fenrir and a still-fighting human.
Her eyes narrowed into a glare that held no fire. “There’s always something wrong when you call me like this.”
“I guess it would depend on your perspective. Fenrir has come across a human, but he’s decided not to eat her.”
Her full lips pursed in thought. “Then what’s he doing?”
“From what I can tell, he might be taking her to the Veil.”
“And he’s not eating her?” She brought her knees up to her chest and covered her mouth as her expression grew more pensive. “Is she not afraid?”
“She seems more enraged, to be honest.” Then he thought back to the state of her home. “I’m guessing a Demon camethrough the night and killed, stole, and ate her family. She has mistaken our offspring as the culprit.”
Lindiwe slipped her gaze to the side coyly. “In all fairness, he could have done so if he was the one to stumble upon their home. Her... assumption wouldn’t be wrong.”
