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It is not like he can hurt me without hurting himself in the process, so why would I feel fear towards my wolf? “Because she is dying you worthless human!” Beowulf growls out into the empty forest, the heart wrenching sound of my wolf’s howl brings tears to my own eyes as I watch him look down at Salara in devastation. ‘I will never forgive you for this human.’ Beowulf tells me, causing apprehension to settle in the pit of my stomach.

He gets pale when I turn to stare at him. “Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me. Are the two of you the biggest idiots walking this earth or what ?” Jonas ball up his hands, looking at Martin like he is a perfect punching ball. “A witch was called a vǫlva back then”. Andrea’s voice is getting rather high pitched. “She granted the men powers to transform into bears or wolves when going into battle”. Everyone goes quiet. “Berserkers or ulfhednar are two different kinds, with different battle techniques”. He looks at his ipad, picking at the cover. “So what kind are you guys ?”

Beowulf said angrily. "Hahahaha"Luke laughed and his companions joined him in laughing,he stopped laughing and they stopped too. "Did I hear you say am seeking war instead of peace"he asked."what brought you here?"Beowulf who was already irritated asked. "What brought me here?"Luke smirked. "I believe you know why I am here,why feigning ignorance?" Beowulf scoffed"hmm,I don't know what you are talking about,what's the reason behind your stupid act of interrupting my peace"

“Even though you told me to come alone and dare tell me off for having one other person with me, you stand waiting with company of your own?” “I thought you want the kids back.” I wanted to shout at that smart remark, when Beowulf glanced at me and shook his head, silently telling me to be calm. One look at him, and I could see that he was trying to hold back his own rage at this human. “You know exactly what I mean,” he growled. “Well, I can’t be sure exactly who I am facing here. Besides, I know you got some friends looking into me. If you’ve discovered enough about me, you should know that my ‘friends’ are more of… Messengers, I suppose.”

After all, his voice sounded so weak, like a candle burning at dawn. They found Beowulf and brought him back, and he was able to see the birth of our child and educate him as he grew up. I dare not even think about such a good thing. I fear that my desire will offend the gods. How can such a lucky thing be mine? I haven't had a lot of good things in my life, have I? But today, luck really happened. My hero Beowulf is coming back. We will always be loyal to each other and belong to each other!

Beowulf said softly, willing his children to understand our mother's decision. They all looked dazed. "Thank you Beowulf, thank you for understanding" my mother replied with relief in her voice, while still sobbing into her handkerchief. Akela, Akira and Cassidy went to her and held her, in comfort. Beowulf and Maugrim stared at each other for a while "You will take care of her" Beowulf said to Maugrim and Maugrim nodded firmly "Far more than you did" He said, unable to resist taking a dig at Beowulf.

Helgar had her eyes averted, but Beowulf stared straight at her. The corners of his lips lifted in a cruel smile as he spoke, "It's a good thing they passed peacefully. Weak creatures like them always bring trouble to the pack." Scarlett lunged suddenly, overcome by a surge of violent rage. She attacked Beowulf and managed to scratch her nails across his face before Caleb caught her and pulled her away. Beowulf slowly ran a hand across his cheek, wiping off the blood before the scratch healed. His expression changed suddenly, his eyes peeling to pure black.

Beowulf only severed Grendel’s left arm Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find Though Grendel he had saddened Beowulf wasn’t gladdened And he would make up his mind Beowulf made his mind up then and there He’d **** Grendel’s mother in her watery lair Although the angry tarn-hag had put up a fight Both monsters were beheaded that very night Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find He took a child and mother Like Cain had killed his brother But he had made up his mind Beowulf made his mind up when he was old To slay a raging dragon of whom he’d been told But Beowulf couldn’t deal with the dragon’s fire And he was later burned atop a funeral

Beowulf nodded and looked at me. "Maybe he's scared of it, I mean he got burned badly by his first wife, surprised he wants to do it again personally," he grins. I eye him with a frown. Beowulf grins showing his fangs. "You've been burned too, shame too you and Nyx's auras mesh-like one like you're made the same, you're both the same yet opposite, it's strange," he shrugs and drinks. I think about it and nod my head. We both are fairy guardians and powerful. I looked at Beowulf in amazement.

He should be dead with the onslaught of injury the bloody arsehole had inflicted on him, he felt like something ran over by a truck and still he found himself somewhat rejuvenated at intervals. Beowulf continued to transform, and Cole looked around frantically for any form of weapon. His eyes fell on the knife he buried in the skull of one of the wolves. The wolf had regressed to his human form now and was now lying naked on the dirt-filled ground with the knife stuck to his head.