"You did great, honey," Mom gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, smiling. I knew she was trying to give me more confidence, but I was feeling okay enough. I'd spoken to some of my pack members after my speech, and they had let me know that they were willing to fight. That had put me in a great mood.
Not because I was glad they were willing to sacrifice, not that, but the fact that they were willing to follow me delighted me. Maybe I truely was a leader after all. Maybe I did need to believe in myself more. It was just hard to get my confidence up while speaking to a huge crowd.
"Thanks mom," I smiled at her, giving her hand a squeeze back, then letting go. We were still in the meadow, because we had been talking to a lot of old and new pack members. I was grateful to Isaiah. He had done so
