Chapter 23

Sitting down to eat, they all sat silently for a while, only the sounds of their silverware hitting the plates or a glass being put back down after taking a sip of their drink.

The silence was deafening, not comfortable at all, Leif contemplating what to say, Ragnar wishing one of them would speak first.

Davina on the other hand, she didn't notice the silence, she was so lost inside her own head thinking about everything that has been happening in her life as of late.

'How? Who attacked him in this way? He never shifted, I could tell, the tears in his clothes weren't from a shift they were claw marks from someone else.

The only scent he held besides his own was hers, that fucking woman I knew as mother, along with one other scent.

I know that scent but I just can't place it. Why do I know it?

All of this on top of them, like dealing with them wasn't enough?

Shifting with Ragnar was amazing but at what cost? So distracted by them that I wasn't home with my father.

I could have saved hi