Chapter 16
Ivar
The moment we arrived at the house, I saw my Papa walking towards us in a panic.
"Ivar!" he yelled when he saw the blood in my hair.
"I... I am well," I said, not wanting to worry him. "There is naught to worry about."
There were so many thoughts running through my head. I began to wonder how Ragnar was able to rip the wolven apart. Even the strongest warrior in this tribe is unable to kill a wolven with bare hands.
I tried to think of a logical reason to explain why he was able to kill the beast.
I ground my teeth together as I felt Ragnar holding my waist while walking down the corridor. They put me in my room, and my Mama came rushing in with a small mortar and pestle. In it were yarrow leaves she had plucked after hearing what happened to me.
My Mama removed the branchy parts, then crushed and ground the remaining leaves in the mortar.
