Eyes on the Prey: 18. Wrangling

“You’re leaving?” I stood in the doorway between the twins’ rooms, hand raised to knock on Farkas’ door, when the one on the opposite side of the corridor opened and he left his brother’s chamber, throwing a remark over his shoulder that they’d meet at the stables in an hour. Concern and urgency shadowed his…

Eyes on the Prey: 17. Forelhost

That Captain Valmir and his barely veiled scam still ran in circles through my mind. If he was really a Stormcloak, we’d have a problem. And we’d have a problem too if he was not. I wondered why he made me so suspicious, why I instinctively didn’t believe that he was what he claimed to…

Eyes on the Prey: 16. Like a Butterfly

“Like this.” Vilkas’ voice was flat and emotionless as he bent over the alchemy table. “Be careful not to damage it.” He held the abdomen of the insect between index and thumb of his left hand, pressed its head with the tip of a needle against the soft wooden board and fixated it with a…

Eyes on the Prey: 15. Futile

“It’s all a question of preparation,” Torvar announced dryly as he pulled an insane amount of mead bottles from his pack. “I wanna see them empty tomorrow, or you’ll have to carry them yourself.” We had arrived at the Valtheim Towers before sunset, and Farkas’ stew, Torvar’s supplies and the fire in the closed room…

Eyes on the Prey: 14. Brothers

Every stranger entering the Moorside Inn next morning would have just seen an utterly ordinary family having the first meal of the day together. Parents chatting about everyday problems like parents do it everywhere and have done it forever, the children wriggling about in their chairs, eager to finish and get out into the autumn…

Eyes on the Prey: 13. Morthal

Even when I opened my eyes everything stayed black, and I couldn’t breathe. It took a moment of blinding panic to realise that I lay flat and face down in the icy mud. To turn around was a foolish idea though, the pressure on shoulder and ribs sending a jolt of pain seething like fire…

Eyes on the Prey: 12. Grey

I didn’t count them all, and I lost track anyway after a few hundred and the first onslaught of a pack of wolves, but it were really 7000 steps. At least. Farkas had fun with me mumbling numbers, nudging me, yelling false alarms or telling dirty jokes just to break my concentration. But to count…