The Forgotten - Chapter 31

“I... in the t...  tent,” Mary stammered, still clutching Lakon’s arms while he caressed her raven hair as he tried to comfort her.

There was movement at the tent flap and Astrid emerged, a disgusted look on her pale face.  She wore only a long shirt that reached mid thigh and did nothing to hide her long, shapely legs, but her scantily clad state was not what caught everyone’s attention.

In one hand she held her dagger that was covered in a dark yellow slime, and in the other hand, a creature from nightmares.  It was the same size as a large cat, with pink and wrinkled skin  showing through thick black hair that appeared more like bristles.  It had no eyes with