Andor.
I chased after Derek immediately, even with the headstart I could easily track him down. Bjorn was becoming more annoying than Floki. His knack for appearing at the most inopportune times to spread his so-called truth was going to end up with me smashing his head in one day.
As I glided through the air, tracking Derek's scent a part of me wondered if Bjorn was right and that Derek was now my enemy all because I turned him. It would be a very cruel way for the gods to punish me for forcing my venom into his bloodstream.
I chased him until I got to a cliff, where he seemed content staring at the moon. I strolled towards him carefully hoping that he would not pounce on me like he die before.
Derek caught wind of my presence and turned toward me with a renewed look of aggression on his face.
