Arda hated the confidence Gillow had—in himself and his pack. It grated on her nerves, especially since they seemed so comfortable just because the enemy packs feared them.
She let her gaze sweep across the group. “That doesn’t mean the enemy packs aren’t planning something,” she said, unable to stop herself despite the unease curling in her stomach. She was afraid of them all. They weren’t human. And she was the only human among them.
“She is wise,” the Elder remarked, his voice carrying a note of approval.
“Sure,” Gillow agreed, his sharp eyes fixed on Arda’s face. “Fate has chosen well.”
Arda quickly looked away, doing her best to avoid his gaze. Her eyes darted everywhere else, but it didn’t stop her from feeling the weight of his stare.
“Now there’s just one person missing to com
