“I know, but I don’t know how to tell them,” the teenage girl said to Sigurd.
“You need to. How else are Sir Dem and Eg supposed to keep their guards up?” He replied, somewhat cross.
Syl sighed, frustrated, and put her head into her hands. She was still shaken and not able to believe she had spoken to her deceased parents a few days ago. Well…she spoke with her Papa, but her Mama was there. When she had finally gotten to ask him why the man had come to kill her parents, they refused to tell her. Though her papa had given her this warning, “As you get older, you must become more cautious, and stay away from a tall man with bright red eyes and a scar across his lower lip. He is the spy, and he will come for you once you are older.”
Syllea had tried to ask them why they would come for her, but they refused to tell her. Syl shook her head and looked up to Sigurd. “I know who I am looking for, so why should I tell them? It would only cause unwanted worry.”
“Why can’t you let me care for you? And why are you so stubborn!?”
“If it annoys you, then why do you stick around?” she shot back.
A look of hurt crosses Sigurd’s face, and he hangs his head down. Syl sighs, “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Sigurd still doesn’t look at her as he replies quietly, “It is fine.”
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry. I am just frustrated.”
Sigurd nods and jumps down from the tree they are sitting in together. “I should go.”
“Sigurd…. please stay,” she says in a pleading whisper.
He shakes his head but turns to look at her. “I stick around because….” He pauses as if unsure of what he wants to say. “Because I care for you Miss Syllea. I want to protect you for as long as I am able.”
Syllea is about to reply, but he turns and starts to run; he becomes his wolf form before her eyes. She sighs and rests her head against the trunk of the tree. She watches him until he is out of her sight. With a grunt, she jumps from the tree and walks towards home for some much-needed rest.
