Some people, when faced with certain doom, would think; ‘If these are my last moments, let them be the best.’

Facing a pack of hungry wolves in the middle of nowhere, I did not relate to that. All I was thinking was— “OH MY FREAKING AGHHHHHHHHH—-“

Yeah. Pretty much a slightly different quote from Magnus Chase, who died.

I did NOT want to be like Magnus Chase.

Unfortunately, I would die at the hands of a wolf, the thing he hated.

Ironic, huh?

You must think I’m calm for someone on the brink of death.

No.

I’m not.

The wolves are edging towards me, growling, as I talk to people in my head. That’s crazy, not calm.

Oh no. That wolf looks hungry. Whats he doin- AAAAAAH

So that’s what fangs ripping through my organs feels like.