Chapter Twelve

All of them:

Agnar stood in the doorway of the tent. His eyes locked on the man trying to pull the other off of something. It took him a second to realize someone was on top of the girl. Conan became enraged, he wanted to shift. Wanted to rip everything and everyone apart piece by piece. The man managed to pull the other off of Levi and that's when he snapped. He pulled the man back to him and one quick motion his claws descended, cutting across his throat. His hand ripping and pulling upwards as he did. The skin and muscle holding his head to his shoulders disconnected. The man;s body dropped to the floor. A woosh of blood splashed on the ground.

Agnar’s body was shaking as he dropped the head he was holding in his hand. He looked down at the girl. She was unconscious. His stomach twisted, this was his fault. If he had not told Nathan to drug her she would have been able to fight them. He had heard them, heard the things they wanted to do before he was even at the campsite. He did