Ingrid, the Viking Maiden by Kelly N. Jane

Author:Kelly N. Jane [Kelly, Naomi Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kelly N. Jane

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It was growing dark by the time they finished and there wasn't time to move away from the village to sleep. A goat pen they had searched earlier still had usable straw, and they bedded there for the night. Ingrid didn't sleep well and kept waking at the slightest sound. When she slept, her dreams were filled with images of bodies and fire. Smoke stung her eyes and choked her throat. Swinging swords barely missed her head. Sweating and out of breath she'd wake, quick to look around and find the comfort of her brother and friends nearby. They were all sleeping this latest time, but fear continued to tingle the hairs on her arms. Moving as little as possible, she scanned around. By the corner of the building about ten feet away, she saw motion. Reaching out her hand, slowly, inch by inch, she touched Hagen. He didn't stir. His face was turned to her so she inched her finger from his arm to his nose. He batted her away as if she were an annoying fly. She touched again. This time his eyes opened, and she quickly put her finger to his mouth and mouthed, "Shh."

He squinted his eyes and silently asked, "Which direction?" With the slightest of movement she nodded over his head. Wrapping his hand around the hilt of the dagger at his side, he pointed his eyes toward Ingrid's knife for her to do the same. Deliberate and steady, he pretended to roll over in his sleep for a better look. The intruders weren't fooled and slunk from their hiding position around the corner. Hagen and Ingrid both jumped to their feet calling to the others. Wolves as big as ponies stalked closer with bared canines and bright, hungry eyes. Jorg rolled on his shoulder and came up on one knee, axe in hand, while Selby crouched with a spear in hers. Hagen was slightly in front of Ingrid and Selby moved to her side. Jorg positioned himself in front of the girls with Hagen. Ingrid rolled her eyes at his protective move.

He needs to get over this, I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Ingrid startled when Jorg darted a glance back at her and grinned. What was that?

No words were spoken but with a spurt of speed Hagen and Jorg dashed forward to engage the wolves with Selby fanning to the right. Confused at whether to follow the boys or stay next to Selby, Ingrid lost the grip on her knife and it fell to her side just out of reach. Dropping to her hands and knees she snatched it up and scrambled toward the back of the pen. In the darkness beyond her vision, she smelled musty, wet fur. Coming toward her were a pair of glowing yellow eyes. A loud growl rumbled from deep inside the wolf's chest. Drool hung from wicked-looking teeth that were longer than Ingrid's fingers.

In one silent motion, the wolf jumped. Diving to the

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