Dave
I stood at the border and stared at the city gates in the distance. The sun had gone down, and the moon shone brightly, illuminating the entire area. The guards had set up camp, and I could smell the faint aroma of roasting meat mixed with burning wood.
The reinforcements from home had arrived with enough food to last us weeks, and the men were ready to follow any orders they were given. As I basked in the moonlight, I thought about the last time I saw Ayla.
Her face had changed, and her eyes twinkled with a defiance I had never seen before. It intrigued me as much as it enraged me. When I set out to look for her, I wasn’t expecting her to give in so easily, but I had hoped she’d be eager to come back to the pack.
My plan was simple: I would find her, offer her a place back in the
