Curse of the Lycanwing

31

We didn't stop until we reached a small island. Toothless and I landed. Ragnar landed near us. My emotions were spiraling out of control. Ragnar words stung. He was right. 

"Let me take a look at your gash." Ragnar said walking toward me. 

He examined it thoroughly. His fingers burned my gash. I wasn't feeling so good. I began to cough and blood came out. 

"Uh-oh." Ragnar said. 

"Uh-oh?" I asked. 

"There's still burning metal inside your wound. I have to take it out, otherwise you die." Ragnar said. 

"That's comforting." I said.

My vision was blurring. I fell to the ground. Toothless ran to me. However, I had passed out already. 

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Toothless had to lick my face a couple of times before I actually woke up. My wound was still bad. However, Ragnar did put some healing cream on it. 

"Glad to see you awake." Ragnar said handing me a bowl of blood. 

It smelled good. Since I was a Lycanwing blood tasted good so I chugged it down. I felt better after it. 

"I'm glad you passed out. Otherwise I would not have been able to remove the bits of metal in your spine." Ragnar said. 

I looked at the pieces of metal. They all had something on it. I took one of each and matched them up. Toothless seemed to be intrigued by my work. It formed a symbol. A dragon biting its tail. Ragnar opened his eyes and looked at it. 

"I should've know." Ragnar said. 

"You've seen it?" I asked. 

"It's the mark of a rouge Lycanwing. His name is Kenkra. He's been on my tail for a while. He must've hired Borg." Ragnar said. 

His face turned emotional after that. He reeked of sadness.

"He's the reason I bit you. I needed your help to stop him." Ragnar said. 

"Why me?" I asked. 

Ragnar put his hand on my chest. He smiled. 

"Your heart. I could smell it off you. You have a strong noble heart." Ragnar said. 

I did the last thing I expected to do. I hugged Ragnar and he hugged me back. I guess now I can trust him.