Lux My father handed my mother to the men who burned her on a pyre. I was left with my Gran, tucked away inside a cabin in the Welsh woods. My mother’s books were all I had left of the brave woman I once idolized. Soon, the woods began to call to me, the dark depths seeming more inviting than my own reality. It wasn’t until I awakened that I realized just what my curiosity had done. Before me stood not a beast, but a man. A man so fierce, that I would willingly forsake my God, just to worship him. Fenrir Exiled, for murder. All because of the beast inside me. Blood, war, and women roused him; the full moon stilled him. I did not hunt these woods for women; but the men in the black coats do. I pay no mind to them because they leave offerings at my doorstep. I am no God, but I enjoyed being revered. My thoughts never strayed from day-to-day tasks, until the day I saw the fox-haired girl. She was to be mine, and I would shed as much blood as Odin would allow to make that so.