I pressed Gravefang harder against his throat, the steel biting deeper into torn flesh until fresh blood welled beneath the edge. His body jerked with pain, his teeth clenching as a groan tore free.
"Answer me!" I roared, my voice shaking with fury.
"Aaaargh!" he cried out, his hands twitching helplessly at his sides. His chest heaved, his breath rattling, but at last the words came out, broken and desperate.
"I do not know! But if there is anyone who would…It's the chief."
"The chief…" I pressed, narrowing my eyes. "Is he human as well?"
The berserker's lips curled back in a half-snarl, his voice dripping with irritation.
"What do you think?"
I exhaled slowly through my nose, the sound sharp.
This dude was stubborn. Not just stubborn—shrewd.
The fact that he was able to find out that I was young was quite unnerving. And there was also the slight defiance in his tone.
