Gwen didn’t have anytime to react. She didn’t scream or jump. She didn’t even feel the tremor of the stone wall. Fenrir had sensed it before anyone on the wall could react. He lowered his body knocked Gwen off her feet and she fell forward onto the wolf’s back. Fenrir was already making his way down the wall when the stones cracked. Gwen could only clutch at hist fur and trust Fenrir to not drop her.

They reached the ground safely and Gwen quickly got off. It took a moment for her to regain her senses but in that short time the enemy had breached the wall and they were on horseback. The man brandished his sword, readying to sweep the blonde’s head off her shoulders, but Fenrir got to him first. The wolf lunged at the horse and knocked it and the rider down, then tore the horse’s throat out. The man was trapped underneath the horse and struggled to get out. He still clutched at the sword, swinging wildly to keep the wolf away. Gwen took the time to kick the man in the face and knocked him out. She took his sword and although heavier than what she was use to, swung it around to test the weight. She wouldn’t be able to use it for long because of the extra strain of wielding it, but it would have to do. She could find a more suitable weapon later. 

She could hear Caroline shouting orders and the clay soldiers moved as she directed. Whatever enemies that were able to slip in were defeated, now they waited for the siege. Her attention was caught by movement close by. It was Henry and again she hugged him or maybe it was him that hugged her this time. Gwen wasn’t sure, but she didn’t care. He was ok and that’s all that mattered.