We left the inn just as the sky finished turning gold.
The streets were quieter than the night before, merchants only beginning to set up their stalls, smoke curling lazily from chimneys as breakfast fires were lit. The distant lands looked softer in the early light less dangerous, almost mind but I didn't trust it.
I pulled my cloak tighter around my body, instinctively shielding my stomach.
Every step felt heavier than the last.
Otto walked slightly ahead of me, his shoulders squared, eyes scanning the road as if expecting danger to leap out from the shadows.
He carried the bag with his books slung across his back and his staff strapped at his side. He looked like a man who had prepared for this moment for years.
Well he truly did.
After all, Otto had said it.
This was going to be proof to all his peers and everyone that he wasn't crazy.
That his wolf going rabid was not in vain.
