Magnus
I had to get out, let my beast roam free in the forest and the mountains. To get away from her.
Focused on finding Ignatius. I knew he was alive. Felt it in my bones. There was nothing to find where Erik's body had been discovered. No blood, well, except the unfortunate Erik’s. The impact shattered both his legs, and I doubted he would ever walk again, even if Gisela worked wonders. Now, if he were a wolf, he would heal that much faster. But I couldn’t turn him even though I considered it. The change would kill him. His fate rested in the hands of whatever god he believed in.
My beast peered up at the crumbling ledge Erina had clung to when I saved her, and it was like a lightbulb went on in my head. That crafty old bastard! He must have become entangled in one of the trees sprouting from the rocks. There were several of them. I was so focused on saving Erina that I never gave them a second thought.
Launching himself at the cliff face, claws scratching grooves into the rocks
