Chapter 11
The next morning was overcast, threatening a downpour. A heavy wind had blown in, ruffling the leaves in the trees. Occasionally, a light splatter of rain would fall onto the ground. Korrin blinked his eyes against a cold spray that suddenly blew in and then, just as fast, disappeared.
“You have everything in control here?” Korrin asked Stochelo. They were standing at the edge of the camp, Korrin getting ready to leave for the other Shifter’s territory.
“Everything we talked about. The army, the weapons. Though it’s not enough, I’ll tell you that much. We’ll slowly integrate the refugees into the Kingdom. Two, three at a time. Just like we discussed.”
“Good,” Korrin said, lashing down some supplies on the wagon they were taking. Korrin would be leading the party along with e
