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Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 048

Teeth sunk into Thorvald’s calf.  Renewed rage flooded his heart even as the pain tore a scream from his throat.  He stabbed down with the All Father’s spear, skewering the offending wolf to end its suffering.  That the beast had fought through the agony of a broken back to find his leg might impress him if he lived, but now he gave only hate.

Jerking Gungnir free, he twisted away from the still twitching corpse and sliced with the gore-coated tip of the weapon, narrowly missing one of the still whole wolves.

Thorvald felt a growl rise in his throat.

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