Unaware of the plots and intrigues around her, Sascha insisted again. She felt suspicious inside, how was it that she always showed up when she was in danger? Was she being her stalking her after all?
"You are stalking me, wolf." She exhaled through her teeth. It was not a question, rather it sounded like an accusation.
Askeladd tilted his face and an amused look fell on Sascha, causing the back of her neck to clench in disgust.
She thought the wolf would growl at her, so she felt absurdly puzzled when he finally responded. "Askeladd."
"What?"
"My name. I am not a wolf or a monster, nor is it acceptable stalker or stupid. I am Askeladd. " The wolf leaned closer to her. As the hunter's whip was still hanging from his arm, Askeladd ended up dragging the man a couple of centimeters who even if his life depended on it was so frozen that he could not convince his chilled limbs to let go of the stupid whip, much less run around. his life.
