Unfortunately, Axel recovered far faster than I wanted him to.
A month bedridden would have been acceptable.
Two months would have been better.
Instead, barely two days later, there were almost no signs that he had been on the brink of death.
It was maddening.
Every time I stepped out of my room I heard his voice downstairs again, loud and overpowering as though he had not nearly died.
Most of the time he was arguing with Thor and Rex in the main hall.
Apparently finding a solution to the human weapon problem was proving more difficult than expected.
"They should thank us that we aren't heading to the village and burning it down!" Axel thundered one afternoon, his voice echoing through the building so loudly I could hear every word from the upper corridor. "If we're careful enough there's no way they would find out we're werewolves!"
"I see no reason why one or two of us cannot infiltrate the village," Thor's deep voice followed. "Find the information we want and leave."
