Eagle watched as Jaira accompanied her sister to the chief's longhouse. His eyes skimmed over Dark Star. She was slender and tall, carrying herself with confidence, her posture perfect. A hand resting protectively over her round stomach, she didn't resemble her sister much at all.
Jaira seemed to notice his presence, stopping abruptly, and turning in his direction. Her face paled as she looked into his eyes before hanging her head.
A muscle worked in Eagle's jaw as he followed behind the women, joining the others for their evening meal.
Strong Oak sat a small distance from most of the other warriors, as though his shame rooted him on the outskirts of darkness. No one paid him much attention, aware of his part in the treachery that had brought their chief to this tribe. If it wasn't for
