No Rest For The Wicked (Part 2)

Bjorn stumbled out of the tent in full armour, followed by Fjora. However, what he saw was terrifying and made him wish he was still unconscious for this. Bloodlust was thick in the air and was leaking from Ania. Bjorn felt as if she were ready to murder anyone at a moment's notice.

His eye went to the gorgeous winged woman standing in front of Ania as others of her kind landed inside the camp. Bjorn grumbled as he realised who she was. 'So this is Allyce. Exile's latest Oracle.' 

He had heard about the kiss she had shared with Exile, so naturally, he understood why Ania was on edge around the woman. He shook his head as he leaned on Fjora for support. 'If she's here, then our situation has just gotten better. As long as we can stop Ania from killing her.'

Bjorn shrugged as Fjora shot a glance at him. "Don't worry about it. They're allies."

"Really?" Fjora asked in surprise as she glanced at Ania.