The more he thought about it and dreaded, the more anger burned in his gut until he told himself that enough was enough. This was his home too, no matter what his age-mates, @Llinnea included, said. He was tired of being made to feel afraid in it, and he'd been getting stronger! Eating better, taking lessons with @Viorel... He could do this. He would do this. When the strangers came knocking, he would stand his ground.
Then the day came, and the howls sounded announcing their arrival, and hours passed, and the sun began to set again and still the boy did not come out from hiding. He hated every moment of it, raging against himself in his mind, but still his muscles wouldn't move.
What if they hurt him? What if they made the same mistake as his sister and brought him back? Asmund curled tighter, so frustrated he began to cry. He hated everything, but himself most of all.