After a hard day cleaning the stables, you were terribly tired and wanted some rest. You knew that all the future berserkers would go to the bathhouse today and you were extremely careful to avoid this event. after all, you are a girl and they are all men and what's more, they had no idea you were a girl. You were even scared and disgusted to think about what they could do to you if they found out about your secret.

You open the door to the common barn where you all slept. You hoped that there would be no one there and that you would be able to rest peacefully. but as soon as you opened the door and took a step inside, you immediately froze.

In the barn, future berserkers were sitting on bunks. Some of them were wearing a towel, others showed off all their muscles without any embarrassment.

You immediately turned away, feeling your cheeks blush. Apparently, the guys first decided to gather in the barn and only then go to the bathhouse.

Unfortunately, your appearance did not go unnoticed. while you stood with your back to them, trying to squeeze into the corner, you felt someone approach you.

"something's wrong, Dyar? leaving already? won't you come to the bathhouse with us, wolf cub?"

Flock smirked slyly, looking over your shoulder at you, wanting to see your face. He called you by your false male name, after all none of them knew you were a young woman.

Flock was as cunning as a fox. He didn't have the bulk of the muscles that most of the guys here had, but he was fit, lean, and agile, like a real fox. His grey eyes were looking at you intently, he had only a towel on his hips, revealing his toned and slender body. his dark hair, not too thick, but soft enough.

Ulvar, your friend and comrade, cast a searching glance at you. after all, it was rather strange that two Vikings were standing so close to each other.