“There is one for each Court,” Mazrith murmured as he moved around the pedestal to read them all. “And the other three?” “One for the dwarves… One for the Vanir… and one for the Fenrir.” “Fenrir? Aren’t they wolves?” I remembered scary stories told between the children of the palace about the ancient wolf creatures, led by the fearsome Beowulf. “Yes. They are as extinct as the dwarves and Vanir though.”
