Theron
I kicked the warrior who had falsely shouted the alarm, sending him flying back to collide with an acacia tree. There wasn't an attack; it was just a squirrel messing with the monitor, causing it to ring. Admittedly, the monitor's settings were partly to blame—I'd configured it to sound for specific situations, excluding animals, except for wolves. Still, he should have checked the border, confirmed if anyone had entered, instead of rushing back in a panic to alert us.
"Theron," Hope's voice interrupted my fury. "That's enough. We all thought it was an attack. It was a mistake!"
There couldn't be any room for mistakes now, especially with Hope being pregnant. They needed to be more vigilant, well-informed about what was happening around us. I had assigned warriors to patrol the
