Annotate Beowulf Novels & Stories

The chances of her still standing around are not likely, but I can always follow her scent until I find her. ‘Whatever you are planning human.’ Beowulf’s voice fades away towards the end, earning a snort from me. Useless wolf can barely do anything for very long before having to take a nap. How did I get stuck with such a powerless wolf? ‘It will not work.’ Beowulf finally finishes after some time has passed.

Mel stood and stalked to the bed, the right glow of the crystal lights embedded in the wooden ceiling lit up the lofty chamber, leaving a healthy sheen on Mel's hair. Annie arranged the instruments at the vanity and her mind wandered. She had seen Bjorn Beowulf just as her lady had, but the only thing was that their perspectives varied. And oh, was it different. Annie couldn't understand what Mel found pleasing about that man, but it had been through rose-tinted lens. A fearful chill ran through Annie and she clenched her fists on the furniture. She had cowered at the monster's presence and she had felt the maternal instinct to drag her mistress away from him.