After Janz caught Heldon with his hands all over Tival, he pulled him back in the house to pack things for the trip and to await the arrival of their cart and additional guards.
Janz made sure he accounted for everything Heldon needed.
“You don’t need armor or a shield. You won't be fighting anyone.” Janz frowned.
“If you think I’m not going to fight, you’re dearly mistaken.” He and Janz had gone back and forth about this, and Heldon was not about to give in.
“We have two additional footmen, so you don’t have to!” The vein on Janz’s forehead pulsed.
“I don’t care! I’m not going to just sit and watch.” Heldon’s neck steamed hot.
How could Janz seriously think he’d be fine only spectating?
“Heldon, the last time you fought a werewolf, you froze up mid-battle!” Janz finally exploded in frustration.
Heldon’s heart crunched small in his chest.