Chapter Thirty-Nine

Ulfhild was hiding. She'd never considered herself a coward, but in this new world, she had no idea who she was. Everything was overwhelming. Brandur had fallen right into his role as a leader to the travelers, and she'd felt no malice toward him from his brother, Brodi, or his other family from this time. Since he'd awoken, Ulfhild had tried to stay near him where she felt the safest, but he was so busy, she felt like she was often in the way.

When some of the men had rushed up needing him for some crisis with one of the structures they were building for the villagers, she had escaped to their room. She could not take another second of all the kindness, concerned looks, and feelings of uselessness. It all made her chest burn and her skin feel too tight stretched over her bones.

Before Brandur had awoken, she'd not dealt with any of it. Staying at his side day and night, not even paying attention to the food she was given to eat had been automatic. She'd been able to ignore everythin