Revenge| Book 6| A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series |

24- Wolves

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Chapter 24:

That night, I dream I'm on fire.

Ironic, because I'd actually slept outside in the snow, wrapped up in the fur cloak, Klaka nuzzled around me to try to keep me warm. But I'd dreamed of fire anyway.

First, I'm the one on the pyre. My body is tied to the wooden post, the raw rope cutting through my skin no matter how much I try to wrench myself from their hold. The flames are blazing around me, licking at my feet like snakes' tongues, slowly crawling up my bare feet onto my bare legs. My screams are lost in the choking smoke, but if I squint through the ash, I can see Loki's green eyes staring at me through the inferno, holding a lit torch in his hand.

And then, Loki is on fire. And I am holding the torch. And I am listening to him scream and burn.

When I wake up panting, I can't decide who had been worse for me to see burn.

Klaka is already awake, spread out next to me with his face in his paws. His green eyes dart around, watching the goings-on of the camp as it prepares to leave for the next leg of the journey to Fletohein.

Groaning, I get to my feet, brushing the snow off my body, then walk to where the horses are grazing. I find Jack there, saddling his gray gelding. He smiles when he sees me, but there must be something wrong with my face, because the smile slips to a frown. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

He leans around the gelding to kiss me on the lips. Despite my mood, the kiss lightens me just a little bit. I almost smile.

"If you want my opinion," mutters Jack as we're joined by soldiers preparing their own mounts. I notice Angelique and Peter's horses are gone — they'd probably started saddling early to make sure they do it correctly. "I think you were completely right about last night."

"I don't really want to talk about last night," I say, trying to keep the hardness out of my voice. This isn't Jack's fault.

He runs the stirrups down the saddle, testing their security, then grasps the reins. "I wish you'd talk a little more." Giving me a sad look, he walks away, the gray gelding following obediently.

Attempting to keep the frustration at bay, I cluck Stjarna to my side, but unfortunately, that also brings Banamadr over. I push the giant stallion, which probably has less effect than if a fly had tried to push him. "Go away, Banamadr."

Thankfully, Banamadr remains in the grazing area while I lead Stjarna to long line of posts where most of the soldiers are also saddling their horses. Many of them glance at me, many of them nod at me, but nobody talks to me.

I've barely finished getting the bit in Stjarna's mouth when I detect movement. When Banamadr pushes my back, colliding me into Stjarna's barrel, I know who's behind me.

Silently, I continue saddling my mare without turning around. The tension is so extremely thick, I can practically touch it, can practically feel it vibrating through every single one of my veins. I've never tacked up a horse so quickly in all my life.

Taking Stjarna's reins, I untie her from the metal post and lead her away, bracing myself for my father to call after me. He doesn't.

I've just found Jack, Peter, and Angelique when a general rides up to me. Even though I don't remember his name, I do remember that he's one of the more friendly generals I've met, with a bright red bushel of hair and deep dark eyes.