Firefly Glen lost is all i will be

He did not think he had it within himself. Kaylan's health was poor and his hunger was great. These things had killed lesser wolves. His visions teased at Valhalla or Freya's battlefield. But it seemed that it was not yet his time. Kaylan faded in and out of consciousness as the collection of wolves gathered around his body.

"Freyja," he whispered hoarsely to the fiery woman before him. Two kings sat on either side of her. He struggled to his feet to stand before them all. His body swayed as his brows knit together. She had shouted the names of his brothers. Kaylan's ears went back and lucidity filled his eyes.

He ran for the second time. Snarling. He hoped to discourage them from following. Kaylan would not be able to outrun them for long. If at all. "Leave me be." The warning laced his every hair. His brothers would not see him die.